Lisa's POV
It had been two weeks since Noha saved me.
I still woke up in cold sweats.
Still flinched when doors slammed.
But I was healing. Because he was there.
Not just physically. Not just his body in the room. But his soul. His eyes. His silence. His protection.
He never pushed me to talk. He just held my hand. Kissed my forehead. Whispered, "You're safe now."
And I believed him.
One evening, the sky pink with sunset, he took me to a quiet beach outside the city. No guards. No guns.
Just us.
He brought a blanket and sandwiches he made himself.
"You cooked?" I teased.
He shrugged, almost shyly. "I watched a video."
We sat in silence, waves gently crashing.
Then he looked at me.
Not just looked—searched. As if memorizing every inch of me.
"I never told you about her," he said.
My chest tightened.
His ex.
His pain.
He continued, voice low and honest.
"Her name was Aria. She was light. Like you. She died because she trusted me. Because I failed her."
I took his hand.
"You didn't fail her," I whispered.
His throat bobbed.
"I swore I'd never love again. Never smile again."
He turned fully to me. Eyes glassy. Heart wide open.
"But then you came in. Wrong door, wrong night… but you were everything right."
My tears spilled over.
He reached into his coat pocket.
A small, velvet box.
I gasped.
"Lisa," he said, dropping to one knee in the sand. "You ruined every plan I ever had. You wrecked my walls. You brought me back to life. Will you marry me?"
I covered my mouth with my hands.
I couldn't speak.
I just nodded.
And in that moment, as the wind blew and the sky turned gold—
Noha smiled.
Truly.
Brightly.
For the first time in years.
And I knew…
That we survived the darkness.
Together.
Epilogue: One Year Later
The wedding was private.
Just close friends. Dom. Matteo. My parents. Noha's sister from France.
He wore black. I wore white. And when we said our vows, even the sun seemed to pause to watch.
Noha had given up his spot as mafia boss. Handed the throne to someone he trusted.
We moved to the countryside. Grew a garden. Adopted a dog.
Sometimes he still wakes up in cold sweats.
Sometimes I still flinch.
But we hold each other.
We talk.
We love.
We live.
And every time I make him laugh, every time I catch that smile—I know...
It was all worth it.