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 91
The morning sun washed over the Amalfi coast, casting a golden hue across the white stone terrace of the Moretti villa. Max and Leo stood side by side in the spacious study, reviewing the final structural audits for the Moretti-Elena Foundation’s expansion into Northern Europe. The transition of leadership was no longer a theoretical goal; it was a living, breathing reality. Every portfolio was transparent, every ledger verified, and every asset rooted in legitimacy. Dominic watched them from the doorway, a quiet, profound sense of pride settling in his chest as he realized his sons were building an empire that needed no shadows to survive.
