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But then, the tick of the clock calls us back to reality, and with a collective, wistful exhale, we let go, steeling ourselves for the day ahead. Yet, from these stolen embraces, these instances of raw love and longing, we draw our strength, deepening our bond.
Before we leave our sanctuary, I pull her close and inhale deeply, savoring the sweet floral scent that lingers on her skin. "I love you," I whisper into her ear, my words mixing with her warm breath.
Her eyes search mine as if searching for something more. "What am I missing?" I ask, hoping to ease any doubts or worries she may have.
Pia smiles and leans her head against my chest, her breath tickling my skin through the fabric of my button-up shirt. "Nothing," she says softly. "Absolutely nothing. I just can't believe this is all real. Giancarlo, Mexico…" She looks up at me with a sense of wonder in her eyes. "You."
I gently tilt her chin and lean down to kiss her, our lips meeting passionately. "I'm real, baby girl," I murmur against her lips. "And I'm yours, and you are mine."
"Yes," she gasps as my hand glides over her breasts, eliciting a pleasurable response from her body. Her nipples harden beneath my touch. "Yours. Only yours."
Closing my eyes, I relish the moment, feeling the warmth of Pia's body beneath my fingertips and the electricity between us. This moment is real; it's ours and no one else's.
Epilogue
Pia & Marco
Giancarlo, now a gurgling five-month-old bundle of joy, and Lucy, a delightfully tumbling toddler, and the rest of the Cervantes clan embark on their first journey to the Philippines. My heart swells with pride and longing as I anticipate sharing the splendor of my homeland with them, especially with Inés, Bella, Lucy, and Giancarlo. The skies above are a brilliant azure, stretching endlessly in all directions. Lush landscapes greet us at every turn, a vibrant patchwork of greens, blues, and browns. And the warm, welcoming smiles of my people beckon us closer.
But this trip is not just about discovery and family bonding; it also carries business weight. Marco must balance both familial pleasures and pressing matters in the Manila office as he collaborates with Viktor, who has taken on a quasi-permanent role in the Philippines. Their work is shrouded in shadows and secrecy. Still, it promises stability and safety for our families and the country's future.
Amidst the swirling emotions prompted by my visit, I focus on the brighter aspects. The legacy left behind by my father, now under the vigilant eye of Don Melchor, seamlessly merges with the grandeur of Luna Sangrienta. Despite the responsibility on Don Melchor's shoulders, he carries himself confidently and gracefully. As I carefully go through the paperwork presented to me by the attorneys, I can't help but feel a bittersweet pride.
Leaning into Marco, I feel the warmth of the day envelop us, a serene moment just for the two of us, the laughter and chatter of our family behind us. "Do you remember the day we met?" I whisper, tracing patterns on the back of his hand. Marco chuckles, a deep, resonant sound that vibrates through me. "How could I forget? You were the fierce beauty who stormed into my life, challenging everything I thought I knew about love."
I tilt my head to meet his gaze, finding those familiar eyes that have become my world. "And you," I say, a mixture of mirth and sincerity, "are the enigmatic man who taught me that love isn't a negotiation but a flame that can burn eternally, even through the darkest nights."
He pulls me closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Our beginning may have been tumultuous, but every moment led us here." His words wrap around me like a comforting embrace. "I'd brave any storm just to be with you, Pia. You know that, right?"
I nod, feeling a surge of emotion at his declaration. "I know, Marco. And I'd stand by your side through anything. You've shown me what it means to truly love and be loved in return."
As our laughter fades into the evening, carried away by the gentle breeze, I'm reminded of the journey we've embarked on together. It's a dance of devotion, love, and an unquenchable desire. This dance began with a single, tumultuous step but has since evolved into an eternal waltz.
Basking under the last of the sun's golden glow, our family gathers on the soft sands of Puerto Princesa. I find profound clarity amidst the laughter and serene beauty surrounding us. The ocean's gentle whispers underscore the decision I'm about to voice, a decision born of introspection and a deep-seated realization of where my true treasures lie.
Turning to Marco, whose eyes hold a universe of love and support, I feel a surge of strength within me, a resolve as clear as the azure waters before us. "Marco," I begin, my voice steady yet imbued with this decision's emotions. "I've made a choice about the Mendoza holdings."
He looks at me, attentive, his hand finding mine, a silent pillar of support. "I want to liquidate all of it," I say, the words rolling off my tongue with a certainty that surprises even me. "Every single asset, every piece of property. Because I've realized standing here, with you, with our family, that I already possess everything of true value."
The waves lap gently at the shore, a soothing soundtrack to the declaration of my independence from a past that no longer has a hold on me. "Everything I've ever needed, everything I've ever wanted, is right here," I continue, gesturing to the circle of love that envelops us, from our son gurgling happily in his abuelo's arms, to the future that stretches out, filled with promise and light.
It's a moment of release, of letting go of the chains that bound me to a legacy I never asked for and embracing the freedom to build a new legacy, our legacy, grounded in love, family, and the simple, pure joys of life.
Don Antonio's arms encircle me, a gesture that feels like an anchor in a sea of change. The warmth of his embrace is a silent testament to the familial bond we've forged. As he pulls back, his eyes, brimming with tears yet shining with pride, meet mine.
"Pia, my dear," he begins, his voice resonant with emotion, "you've shown us all the true meaning of strength and grace. You've been nothing short of a revelation from the moment you entered our lives."
He holds my gaze, ensuring every word is felt as much as it is heard. "Your decision today," he continues, "it's not just brave, it's monumental. It speaks volumes of the woman you are and the incredible person you're becoming."
His hand gently clasps my shoulder, a reassuring touch that conveys so much. "I want you to know we are all behind you. Your strength, your resilience—it's inspiring. I look forward, with immense pride, to witnessing your continued growth, to seeing you flourish in ways we can only imagine."
His words reaffirm my decision and underline the unbreakable support I have in this new family. Don Antonio's belief in me, his acknowledgment of my journey, and his unwavering acceptance are more than I could have ever hoped for, and they fill me with a sense of belonging and purpose.
Amid our sun-soaked gathering, Gabriel takes Bella's hand, drawing the attention of our family. With a radiant glow that rivals the sunset, Bella stands by his side, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of joy.
Gabriel clears his throat, a rare vulnerability in his posture. "I have something to share," he starts, his voice solid yet heavy with emotion. "You all know when I met Bella, I had closed the door on the idea of having more children. I didn't want to bring a child into our world, the risks, the shadows…"
He pauses, gathering his thoughts. His gaze is locked with Bella's, and a silent conversation passes between them. Bella gently squeezes his hand, her support plain for all to see.
