THE MAFIA BOSS’S FIANCÉE ORDERED ME TO SAY HIS DEAD MOTHER’S DOG HAD BITTEN HER—BUT WHEN I REFUSED, SHE CALLED ME “A STUPID LITTLE MAID” -

Chapter 11 – FOREVER

Autumn arrived, painting the estate in shades of gold and crimson.

It was a Sunday morning. The air was crisp, and the scent of fallen leaves filled the courtyard.

I was sitting on the porch steps, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, watching the scene unfold in front of me.

George was raking leaves into a massive pile near the oak tree.

Leo was wearing a little blue jacket, running circles around the yard.

And Matteo, the feared billionaire boss of Chicago, was wearing sweatpants and tossing a tennis ball.

“Go get it, Bruno!” Matteo cheered.

The old golden retriever didn’t run as fast as he used to. His joints were stiff, and his muzzle was completely white. But his spirit was unbreakable.

Bruno trotted over to the ball, picked it up gently, and brought it back to Leo, dropping it at the boy’s feet.

“Good boy!” Leo giggled, burying his face in the dog’s soft fur.

Matteo walked over and sat beside me on the steps. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his warm chest.

“He’s doing well,” Matteo said, watching Leo.

“He had a great teacher,” I replied, resting my head against him.

Matteo looked down at me, his dark eyes softening. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I found it in my mother’s old diary last night,” he said softly. “She wrote it the week before she died. When she rescued Bruno.”

He opened the paper and handed it to me.

The handwriting was elegant and fading.

“I brought home an old dog today. The vet said he doesn’t have much time left, but I don’t care. Everyone deserves to be loved unconditionally in their final years. I just pray that when I’m gone, someone will look at my Matteo the way this dog looks at him—with complete, absolute loyalty. That is all a mother can ask for.”

Tears blurred my vision. A hot drop fell onto the paper.

“She got her wish,” I whispered.

Matteo wiped the tear from my cheek. He kissed my lips, slow and deep.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “She did.”

In the yard, Leo threw the ball again. Bruno barked happily, a sound that echoed through the trees.

I leaned against my husband, breathing in the cold autumn air.

There were no more secrets. No more threats. No more hiding in the shadows of a grand mansion.

We had fought through the darkness, and we had finally found the light.

And it was beautiful.

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