I crashed my treacherous sister's luxury wedding wearing dirty medical bandages to prove I didn't die in the fire she used to steal my life.
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Chapter 67
During the evening reception under the olive groves, Marco Rossi raised a glass of vintage champagne, addressing the cheering crowd. "To Max and his bride," Marco announced with a warm smile. "And to Dominic and Elena—proof that love can survive fire, blood, and time." The guests erupted into applause, and Dominic leaned down, pressing his lips against Elena’s temple as the string quartet played a soft, romantic melody.
