Chapter 8 - Queen of the Empire
One month later.
The spring sun had melted the last remnants of snow from the manicured lawns of the Carter Estate. Green shoots were pushing through the rich earth, and the air smelled of sweet blossoms and fresh rain.
In the grand dining room—where dark memories had once lingered—the heavy curtains were thrown open, letting golden sunlight flood across the polished mahogany floor.
Claire stood near the French doors overlooking the terrace, wearing a soft floral dress.
I walked up behind her, gently wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder. She leaned back against my chest with a deep, contented sigh.
"What are you thinking about, my love?" I asked softly.
"I was thinking about the night you found me in the snow," Claire murmured, turning her head to kiss my cheek. "I was so cold, Ethan. I thought I was going to sleep forever."
"You will never be cold again," I swore, squeezing her close. "This house, this life, everything I have... it's all yours."
A soft knock echoed at the doorway. David Vance walked in, holding a slim leather folder.
"Good morning, Ethan, Claire," David smiled warmly. "I have the final land registry documents. The estate, the corporate stock, and the international holdings have been officially transferred into Claire's name. You are now the sole legal owner of the Carter enterprise."
Claire looked at the papers, then up at me. "Ethan... this is too much. I don't need all this money. I just want us."
I took the pen from David's hand and placed it gently in Claire's fingers.
"Sign them, Claire," I said with a soft smile. "My father wanted you to have it because he knew you would use it to do good. And as for my shadow businesses... they will always be there to make sure no one ever dares to threaten you again."
Claire looked into my eyes, seeing not the terrifying mafia boss the underworld feared, but the devoted husband who had saved her life. She smiled, turned to the table, and signed her name gracefully on the parchment.
That evening, we sat on the stone terrace as the sun set over the hills, casting a brilliant orange glow across the estate.
My phone chimed on the table—a message from Victor reporting that the syndicate's shipping lines were operating smoothly across three oceans, and that Victoria and Natalie's appeals had been rejected by the highest court.
I flipped the phone face down, paying it no mind.
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I picked up two glasses of sparkling juice, handing one to Claire. We clinked our glasses together under the twilight sky.
The woman my family had thrown into the freezing snow was no longer a victim. She was the undisputed Queen of my heart, my life, and the greatest empire in the city.
