Chapter 10 - Happily Ever After
The wedding was nothing like the cold, corporate merger my family had originally planned.
It was held three months later in the lush, glass-roofed conservatory overlooking the Charles River—the very place where I had once stood ready to make the biggest mistake of my life.
Instead of politicians and rival syndicate bosses, the room was filled with laughter, warmth, and genuine love.
At the altar, standing proudly as our ring bearers in miniature custom tuxedos, were Leo, Dante, Marco, and Mateo. All four boys stood shoulder-to-shoulder, identical dark hair neatly combed, holding identical velvet pillows.
As Elena walked down the aisle on her father's arm, radiant in a breathtaking white lace gown, I felt a profound sense of peace settle over my soul.
When she reached my side, her hazel eyes sparkled with unshed tears of pure joy.
We exchanged our vows—not out of tactical necessity or family obligation, but out of a deep, unbreakable love that had survived distance, time, and the dark underworld of Boston.
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When the officiant finally pronounced us husband and wife, the applause was deafening, led enthusiastically by four very loud, very proud six-year-old boys.
As I pulled Elena into my arms and kissed her in front of our family and friends, I knew that our story was only just beginning. The Moretti name was stronger than ever, not because of fear or power, but because of love, family, and four little boys who had walked into a restaurant bathroom and saved my life.
