The Blackwood estate stood before me, its grandeur no longer a symbol of oppression but one of victory. For the first time since all of this began, I felt a sense of belonging here—not because of the court's ruling, but because I had fought for it. Damien and I had fought for it.
"Are you ready?" Damien asked, his voice warm as he stepped beside me.
I turned to him, my heart swelling at the sight of the man who had stood by me through every twist and betrayal. "I think so," I said, managing a small smile. "It feels different this time, doesn't it?"
Damien nodded, slipping his hand into mine. "It does. It feels… right. Like we're finally claiming what was meant to be ours."
As we walked toward the grand doors, a team of workers bustled around the grounds, removing the last remnants of the damage caused by Damien's brother's schemes. For weeks, the estate had been shrouded in chaos—both literally and figuratively—but now it felt like a blank slate.
