Chapter 10 - The Sovereign Tide
Genevieve looked up from the watch, her dark eyes locking onto Gabriel’s.
“Preston’s trial begins next month,” she said softly.
“He will be going away for thirty years, Genevieve,” Gabriel replied calmly. “His father will spend the rest of his natural life in a federal penitentiary. They will never harm another person again.”
He reached out, his warm, strong hand gently taking hers.
“You built something incredible here,” Gabriel murmured, looking out at the massive ships docked along the harbor. “Your father would be immensely proud of the woman running his empire.”
“I didn't do it alone,” Genevieve said softly, squeezing his hand tightly. “I had a very powerful partner.”
Gabriel raised his eyebrows slightly, a quiet spark of humor in his eyes. “Partner? Is that what we are now?”
Genevieve stepped closer to him, the sea breeze blowing her dark hair across her cheek.
“We share the waterfront, Gabriel,” she murmured, a bold, beautiful light in her eyes. “And I think it’s about time we shared a dinner that doesn't involve police sirens or stolen rings.”
Gabriel laughed—a deep, rich sound that echoed warmly across the noisy pier.
“I know a quiet restaurant by the water in Boston,” Gabriel said, stepping close enough that she could feel the steady warmth of his chest. “No wedding gowns, no corporate board members, and no mechanical failures.”
“That sounds like a contract I’m willing to sign,” Genevieve smiled.
May you like
Gabriel opened the door of his sedan for her. Genevieve stepped inside, pulling her trench coat around herself, looking out at the vast, sunlit ocean stretching out toward the horizon.
The dark storm had passed. The tides had turned. And for the first time in her life, Genevieve Hayes was the true master of her own destiny.
