Chapter 8 - A New Beginning
Six months later.
The old DeLuca estate had undergone a complete transformation.
The high stone walls and security gates remained, but the oppressive dark mood of the property was gone. Sunlight poured over lush green lawns, colorful flowerbeds, and newly planted oak trees.
Where the burnt garden shed once stood, there was now a breathtaking sunlit glass greenhouse filled with rare orchids, fresh roses, and organic vegetable gardens. In the center of the greenhouse sat a beautiful marble fountain, its clear water sparkling under the sun.
Maya stood inside the greenhouse, wearing a simple linen dress and apron, cutting fresh red roses for the dining room table. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes bright with peace and contentment. She was no longer just the maid; she was the director of the DeLuca Charitable Foundation, managing millions of dollars dedicated to helping struggling single mothers across the state.
The glass doors opened, and Roman walked inside.
He wore a dark blue linen shirt and trousers, looking relaxed, healthy, and younger than he had in years. The harsh lines of violence on his face had softened into features of quiet strength.
He walked up behind Maya, wrapping his large arms gently around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
“You look beautiful today,” Roman whispered softly against her neck.
Maya smiled, leaning back against his chest, covering his hands with hers. “The flowers are blooming early this year, Roman. It smells wonderful.”
“It smells like home,” Roman said softly, kissing her cheek.
Outside the greenhouse, the sound of happy laughter echoed across the lawn.
Three-year-old Sofie—now four—was running across the soft grass in a bright yellow summer dress, her black pigtails flying behind her as she chased a golden retriever puppy Roman had bought her for her birthday.
“Daddy Roman! Look! Barnaby learned how to sit!” Sofie cheered, pointing her tiny finger at the puppy, who immediately sat down on his hind legs and let out a small bark.
Roman laughed, walking out of the greenhouse with Maya beside him. He dropped to one knee on the soft grass, opening his arms wide.
Sofie sprinted across the lawn and threw herself into Roman’s chest. Roman scooped her up high into the air, making her squeal with delight, before holding her close against his heart.
“Did he sit on command, sweetie?” Roman asked, smiling warmly.
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“Yes!” Sofie said proudly, gently patting Roman’s cheek. “Because I gave him a treat! Just like I gave you water when the shed was hot!”
Maya laughed softly, joining them on the grass, wrapping her arms around Roman’s waist as Sofie hugged them both.
