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 77
"Do you remember what you said to me in that art gallery in New York ten years ago?" Dominic asked softly, wrapping his arms around Elena from behind as they watched the waves crash against the cliffs. Elena smiled, leaning back against his chest. "Which part? There were a lot of dramatic ultimatums.""You told me that if we did this, we did it your way," Dominic chuckled, kissing her cheek. "You were right about everything, Elena. My empire was never Boston, and it was never money. It was always you."
