Final Chapter: Epilogue - "After the Storm"

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One Year Later - Italy, Private Villa

The waves crashed softly against the shore as the sun dipped into the horizon, bathing the villa in gold. Far from the bloodstained cities, mafia deals, and gunfire, peace had finally carved a place in Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo's lives.

A rare kind of peace.

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Life After Chaos

Sean Mafia hadn't dissolved - no. Zhan still held power, but from the shadows, letting the world think he'd stepped back. In his place, Luo Yan managed day-to-day operations while Zhan focused on rebuilding his empire... quietly.

Yibo, no longer his secretary, was now his equal - both in love and power.

And today, for the first time in months, they weren't discussing strategy, threats, or operations.

Today was about them.

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A Small Celebration

The private garden was set with soft lanterns, candles flickering like stars. A table for two. Simple wine. Homemade food. No bodyguards in sight.

Yibo appeared in white linen, barefoot, his usual sharp edge softened by the calm of the sea breeze.

Zhan was already waiting, shirt sleeves rolled, hands loose around a glass of red wine.

They stared at each other for a moment - the past hanging between them like a ghost neither feared anymore.

"Happy anniversary," Zhan said softly.

Yibo smiled. "I didn't think we'd survive the first month."

Zhan raised a brow. "You tried to kill me."

Yibo chuckled. "I tried to get you beaten, not killed. There's a difference."

Zhan leaned back. "You were brave."

Yibo smirked. "You were a cold bastard."

They clinked glasses.

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The Proposal

After dinner, Zhan pulled something from his pocket.

A small black box.

Yibo blinked. "Is this another USB with mafia files?"

Zhan rolled his eyes, opening the box.

Inside-was a platinum ring.

Not extravagant. Not flashy.

But real.

And Zhan, the most feared man in Asia, looked almost shy.

"I'm not good with love," he began. "But I've built kingdoms for you. I'd burn them all down for one lifetime beside you."

Silence.

Then Yibo stepped forward, taking the ring... and slipping it onto his own finger.

"You're lucky I love you."

Zhan grinned. "I am."

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Final Scene

Later, they lay under the stars.

No guards. No meetings. No guns.

Just two men who'd once played with fire and survived the burn - now wrapped in each other's arms, safe at last.

"I'm not going back," Yibo whispered.

"Neither am I," Zhan replied.

The world could chase power, blood, and revenge.

But for them?

They had already won.

Together.

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