The Sterling estate was alive with a rare and fragile peace. The chaos of the past weeks had finally ebbed, leaving only quiet victory and the weight of survival. The sun cast warm light through the tall windows, illuminating the polished floors and the faces of those who had fought and endured.

In the grand dining room, a long table had been set, gleaming with fine china, crystal glasses, and a feast that spoke not of opulence, but of triumph, reunion, and gratitude.

Alina stood near the ...