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 89
Later that night, standing once again on the grand stone balcony of their bedroom under a magnificent canopy of stars, Dominic wrapped his arms around Elena’s waist, pulling her flush against his chest. Down on the lawn, the gentle breeze rustled the olive trees, and the distant sound of the Mediterranean waves provided a steady, eternal heartbeat to their sanctuary.
