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“You're ours, Cupcake,” Dominic says; my angel of death appears in front of me.

“And you’re all mine.”

“Yours,” they say in unison, and I shiver from the possessiveness in their voices.

Chapter 53

To my Chlo,

It’s been a horrible rollercoaster since I lost you, and I never thought that I would be free.

I never thought I would be able to live, whether by my own hand, Jane’s, or Charlie’s, but now I’m free.

Charlie’s dead.

Dominic returned to the woods three days after he left him, and he was unrecognizable to the animals and insects there.

I hope he suffered, and I wish his last thoughts were regret for ever thinking he could take me and get away with it.

But I’m finally happy, and while my chest still aches, there are days when it doesn’t, and I don’t feel as guilty as I did before.

Losing you was never my fault, and I know I did the best I could to make sure you were happy and loved when you were here.

I still miss you, and I wish I could watch you grow up, but I know I’ll see you again one day. I hope I can tell you all about the wonderful life I’ve lived with my six men, who show me what love is every single day.

What a family is.

Ellie has left town, and no one has seen her, but I hope she comes back one day so we can work towards building a friendship again.

Just as I’m building my relationship with my Dad again, he’s shown up for me every day and has hired the best lawyers to help Dom and me adopt Chase while Atlas and I adopt Clover.

I’m going to be a mama again, Chlo, and I can’t wait.

I love you forever.

Love

Mama

X

Chapter 54

Autumn

‘Better Days – Dermot Kennedy’

One year later…

“Are you ready?” Dad asks me as I take one last glance in the mirror, smoothing down the white dress I decided to wear. My blonde hair sits in soft waves against my shoulders, and I wore a bit more makeup than usual today because I woke up with a spot from all the stress from the last three weeks.

“Do you think I look ok?” I ask, nerves fluttering in my stomach.

“You look perfect, Little Monster,” he says, kissing my forehead, careful not to mess with my makeup.

Taking a deep breath, I nod to myself and leave the room. All six of my men wait for me at the bottom of the stairs, dressedsmartly in suits as we prepare for one of the biggest moments of our lives.

We arrive at the courthouse with fifteen minutes to spare, and nerves threaten to send me into a spiral, but I breathe through it all and make my way inside, my guys following behind me.

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