Chapter 10 - The King Reclaimed
Six months later, the morning sun poured brightly into the massive windows of a luxurious downtown penthouse.
The smell of fresh coffee and warm pastries filled the peaceful, elegant dining room.
Vincent Corvino sat comfortably at the head of the long oak table, reviewing a legitimate construction contract.
His criminal empire had been completely scrubbed clean, transitioning entirely into a massive legal enterprise.
Dominic was securely locked away in a federal maximum-security prison for a very long time.
Arya had been completely stripped of her wealth and exiled entirely from the city under the threat of death.
Tessa walked into the dining room, wearing a beautiful silk dress instead of a maid's uniform.
She smiled radiantly and placed a gentle, loving kiss onto Vincent's scarred cheek.
"Good morning, my love," she whispered softly, pouring him a fresh cup of dark coffee.
"Morning, beautiful," Vincent replied, his dark eyes filled with genuine, profound happiness.
He pulled her into his lap, holding her with the gentle strength of a man who finally understood love.
They had built a completely new life together from the ashes of his violent past.
"Sarah's physical therapy went perfectly today," Tessa announced, resting her head against his broad shoulder.
"The best doctors in the country are worth every single penny," Vincent agreed warmly.
He had fully paid for her sister's expensive recovery, ensuring they would never worry about money again.
Tessa was no longer just his savior; she was his equal, his trusted partner, and his queen.
They sat together in comfortable silence, enjoying the absolute peace they had fought so hard to secure.
Suddenly, a polite knock echoed softly from the heavy front doors of the penthouse.
One of their loyal security guards walked in carrying a small, pristine black box tied with a silver ribbon.
"This was just left at the concierge desk for you, Boss," the guard announced, placing it on the table.
Vincent frowned slightly, knowing they were not expecting any deliveries this early in the morning.
Tessa carefully untied the silver ribbon and lifted the heavy lid of the box.
Inside rested a single, perfectly preserved black rose alongside a small brass bullet casing.
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A small white card was tucked neatly beneath the deadly items, written in elegant, blood-red ink.
The terrifying note simply read: "Enjoy the throne while you can, because the real king is finally coming home."
