The Maid Who Dared the Boss

Three months later, the New York tabloids had finally stopped hyperventilating over the scandalous rise of Naomi Carter from estate maid to syndicate queen. The Vance family shipping empire had been legally dissolved, its assets absorbed entirely into Moretti Logistics, and Arthur Vance was currently serving a twenty-year sentence in a federal penitentiary for fraud and conspiracy.

Back at the Moretti estate, the music room was filled with the bright, joyous chords of a Mozart sonata.

Isabella Moretti sat at the grand piano, her fingers moving across the ivory keys with newfound strength and coordination, her smile radiant. Sitting on the piano bench right beside her was Naomi, turning the sheet music with a gentle, patient hand.

From the doorway of the music room, Luca leaned against the mahogany frame, holding a mug of black coffee, watching the two most important women in his life with a quiet, profound sense of peace.

He didn't have to look over his shoulder anymore. The shadows of his world had been pushed back, cleansed by a love he never expected to find hiding behind a feather duster and a four-year-old piano code.

Naomi looked up, catching Luca’s dark gaze from across the room. A warm, glowing smile spread across her face.

Luca walked over, set his coffee cup down on the piano, and pulled Naomi up from the bench into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to her temple while Isabella cheerfully hammered out the final chords of the song.