Epilogue – Roman
It’s been three months since Mercer’s passing, and I couldn’t believe how different my life had become. Everything was easier with my wife by my side, a woman who was once just a pawn in my scheme for revenge.
She was the light in my world, the one person who turned my mansion into a home. She brought out the good in me and made my life colorful in ways I didn’t even know were possible.
Every day, I wondered what good deed I’d done in my lifetime to deserve such a wonderful soul. She was better than me in every way, and despite all I put her through, she’d never brought up the past.
I didn’t think it was possible for a man like me to find love. But I guess fate had something planned for me all along. I was the most grateful individual in the world and also the happiest man to ever walk the earth.
I’d never been more fulfilled, never felt more complete—whole. My wife was my better half, and I hadn’t realized I’d been missing her until she arrived.
To the outside world, I was still the same ruthless monster who wouldn’t hesitate to send his enemies to hell. But with my wife at home, I was an entirely different person—gentle, compassionate, and even fun to hang around.
There were people who believed that she was my weakness. But they were wrong. She was my strength. Scarlett was the reason I woke up every morning determined to be a better man, a better husband, and a better human being.
Our union was whispered about in Bratva circles with both fear and respect. No one dared challenge my wife or me because they knew that was the quickest way to meet their maker.
Scarlett wasn’t just my wife; she was the queen who commanded her own kind of power, and I reveled in it. I reveled in her—in the life we’d carved from blood and fire.
For all the violence and obsession that forged our bond, we’d reached a kind of twisted peace, one I didn’t question. I couldn’t care less if the world understood it.
I had everything I wanted, and with Scarlett by my side, there was nothing we couldn’t achieve.
In my study, I sat in my chair, eyes fixed on my beautiful wife across the room. She stood by the window, a canvas propped before her. She moved her paintbrush with steady strokes, her world filled with vibrant colors and creativity.
I rose from my chair and walked over to her, my arms wrapped around her waist from behind. She melted into my torso, teasingly grinding her hips against my groin.
“Careful now,” I whispered in her ear. “You might wake up the sleeping dragon.”
“Hmm. Sounds adventurous.” She turned around with a smile on her face. “I like it.”
I held her close, looking right into her eyes. “I love you, Scarlett.”
“And I love you.” She beamed at me, slinging her arms around my neck.
I leaned in and planted a fervent kiss on her lips—one so hot it immediately left us breathless as we began undressing each other.
The fire between us still burned as bright, and I was determined to make sure it stayed that way.
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THE END