“That you did.” She grins.
“I love you, Thunder.”
“I love you more.”
Epilogue
Roxy
“Okay, everyone knows what to do. Two days, and we bring it home.” I stand up, the lace of my dress train almost catching under the chair.
My team files out of the boardroom, and I make a few notes in my notes app. For the first time, Merged is acquiring a company for us, not for a client.
It’s a completely new venture, an expansion that I’m spearheading. That I proposed and got the rest of the partners on board for.
The baby kicks, and I rub my belly, arching to stretch my back. This acquisition needs to be completed before the little one comes in three months. I don’t want my attention divided.
But I know that at home, I can rely on Liam. He’s been busy between his garage and avoiding my father while managing Lock’s financial company. But he had already planned four months’ paternity leave when the baby comes.
Victor lost his temper when he heard. For once, it didn’t matter. He can rage from the sidelines while I build something of my own.
I’m building a legacy on my terms. With a man I love and trust. A man who sees me—not as leverage, not as currency, not as rebellion—but as a partner.
After years of surviving, I’m finally learning how to live.
“A bit too dressed up for a weekend day at the office,” Cal says, leaning against the door frame in a tux.
I chuckle. “I can see that’s the standard around here.”
“Who are you wearing?” He scans my gown.
I’m wearing an A-shaped sleeveless top embroidered with gemstones that comes to my mid-thighs only, but covers my swollen belly.
A wedding train, tied under my waist, flows from under the top, shimmering around my legs, and sweeping behind me like I’m leaving stardust in my wake.
It’s dramatic. Excessive. Completely impractical.
Which is exactly why I love it.
For the first time in my life, I’m not dressing to rebel against my father. Or to shock a boardroom into paying attention. Or to armor myself with color and chaos because I’m terrified someone will see the truth underneath.
These days, most mornings I reach for simplicity. Confidence that doesn’t need an audience.
But tonight isn’t most days.
Tonight we’re attending a charity gala organized by a couple of philanthropists, London Lowe and her husband, Dominic.
Tonight, I’m dressed up for the stage. A battlefield disguised as champagne and chandeliers. All Merged partners networking.
“I’m wearing Roxy Moretti.” I pick up my files and tablet and walk out.
“More importantly, what are you doing here on Saturday?” Cal follows me.
“You’re here as well.” I scoff.
His wife, Celeste, comes out of the bathroom, her cheeks flushed. “Oh, Roxy, you’re here.”
“She co-owns the company.” Cal smirks.
