The Godfather's Love Buried in Snow Chapter 11

At the gala, Julian walked up to me with champagne. His eyes were gentle but serious.

"Elena, I know you've been through a lot. But I hope you'll give me a chance to walk the path ahead with you. A Vane and Ferrari alliance would be unbreakable."

I looked at him, thinking of his companionship over the last half-year. I nodded.

When the news reached Dante, he was in Myanmar dealing with a warehouse explosion.

They say he smashed his walkie-talkie and flew to Switzerland that night.

He stood under my dorm for a whole night, but he never knocked.

He knew I wasn't the Elena who waited for him anymore.

Soon after, under the pressure of the embargo, the Rossi family signed the divorce papers.

The day I got the decree, Julian and I went to the Alps. Watching the snow on the peaks, I finally felt free.

A year later, Julian and I held a simple wedding by Lake Lucerne.

Dante sent a gift.

A top-tier set of accessories for a CheyTac M200.

I returned it unopened.

Later, Lisa told me Dante never remarried.

He poured all his energy into the business, becoming the coldest Godfather the underground had ever seen. But he never set foot in Switzerland again.

Years later, when my daughter picked up a toy gun for the first time, I stood by the range watching Julian patiently teach her how to hold it.

I suddenly remembered the promise Dante made in the crossfire of the cartel wars. To protect me forever.

But that memory was blurry now, like smoke blown away by the wind.

The wrong people are meant to be missed.

And I had found my peace and happiness next to the right one.