With Elena Voss finally in custody and her network of lies dismantled, a fragile but genuine peace settled over the Moretti empire for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The penthouse, once a fortress of constant tension and strategy sessions, now carried a different energy — lighter, warmer, filled with the quiet hum of victory and the promise of new beginnings. Aria stood on the expansive balcony at sunrise the morning after their decisive victory, wrapped in a soft silk robe, watching golden light spill across the New York skyline like a benediction. The city that had once terrified her with its shadows, its dangers, and its unforgiving pace now felt like home — a kingdom she had fought tooth and nail to claim as her own through blood, tears, sacrifice, and unwavering love.
