Chapter 40 - The Open Horizon
Back aboard our private jet soaring high above the clouds on a red-eye flight toward an undisclosed destination, the atmosphere was serene and victorious. The cabin was dimly lit, the low hum of the engines serving as a soothing lullaby against the vast, star-studded expanse of the night sky. I sat by the window, swirling a glass of champagne while looking out at the infinite dark, my reflection staring back at me with absolute confidence, strength, and grace. Dante sat beside me, closing his laptop and sliding it away, his fingers gently brushing mine as he lifted my hand to admire the way the platinum ring caught the cabin light. "So, Mrs. Thorne-to-be—or whatever title you prefer now that you own half the globe—where do we land when the sun comes up?" Dante asked, a warm, enigmatic smile playing at the corners of his lips. I turned to look at him, feeling the deep, unbreakable bond forged through every storm, betrayal, and triumph we had conquered together. I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder as the jet sliced smoothly through the velvet night toward a sunrise that belonged entirely to us. "Wherever the wind takes us," I whispered softly, closing my eyes as a new chapter of our untamed future began to unfold...
