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 90
"We made it, my queen," Dominic whispered into her hair, his deep voice thick with profound, unending devotion. Elena turned in his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck and looking up into his dark, loving eyes with a radiant smile. "We didn't just make it, Dominic," Elena whispered back, pressing her lips softly to his. "We won our forever." And as the moonlight washed over them in a brilliant embrace, the story of the Boston king and his queen closed its final chapter—not in blood and shadows, but in everlasting peace and light.
