Chapter 95 Epilogue

• The soft sound of laughter filled the air as I watched Evangelina, radiant and glowing, hold our daughter Emma in her arms. It had been a year and four months since that first moment when I held Emma in my arms, a tiny, helpless being who, in such a short time, had become the center of our world. She was growing so fast, her big brown eyes sparkling with curiosity, and her infectious giggles echoed through our home, making every corner feel alive.
• Today was special. We were celebrating Emma's first word, a milestone that felt as monumental as everything we had overcome together. The house was filled with warmth and love, the kind of love I never thought possible, and the sense of joy was so tangible that it was almost overwhelming.
• Aemilio's Mafia family was gathered in our living room, but today, there was no tension, no games being played, no one looking over their shoulder. This was a celebration of something far greater than power or bloodlines—it was a celebration of family, of love, and of new beginnings. They had all brought gifts for Emma—beautiful ones, carefully selected with the thoughtfulness that only the most loyal family could give. Toys, clothes, and even a hand-carved wooden horse from one of the older members, a symbol of strength and protection.