Chapter 10 - The Crescent Moon
Six months later, the Chicago sun shined brightly over our massive, newly renovated private estate.
I stood on the beautiful marble balcony, wearing an elegant silk dress, watching my children play joyfully in the lush gardens below.
Brandon was running across the green lawn, completely healthy, strong, and laughing loudly with his new friends.
Emma was happily setting up a lavish tea party for her expensive new dolls under the shade of a massive oak tree.
Julian walked up behind me, wrapping his strong arms securely around my waist and kissing my neck softly.
He was fully healed, legally recognized as the CEO of his reclaimed empire, and more handsome than ever.
The horrific memories of poverty, desperation, and Victoria's wicked betrayal felt like a distant, faded nightmare.
We had tied the knot in a small, private ceremony on a gorgeous beach in Hawaii just three weeks ago.
Our life was absolutely perfect, filled with immense wealth, profound security, and endless, genuine happiness.
Every single conflict had been completely resolved, leaving us with the happily ever after we had fought so hard to achieve.
I leaned back against my husband's chest, closing my eyes and simply enjoying the warm, beautiful breeze of the afternoon.
Suddenly, the head butler stepped onto the balcony, holding a small, tarnished silver box adorned with strange symbols.
"This was just delivered by a private courier, sir, and it required your personal signature," the butler stated nervously.
Julian opened the antique box, his face draining of all color as he stared at the contents inside.
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Resting on a bed of black velvet was an exact replica of his crescent moon necklace, covered in fresh, wet blood.
Beneath the necklace was a handwritten note that read: "You killed the wrong twin twenty years ago, brother, and I am finally coming home."
