Chapter 10 - THE ENVELOPE IN THE GARDEN
I stared at the thick white envelope in my hand.
“What is this?” I asked, my heart beginning to race.
“Open it,” Antonio smiled, leaning against the stone balustrade of the terrace.
With trembling fingers, I broke the wax seal.
Inside was a stack of legal documents.
I read the first page, my eyes widening in shock.
It was a property deed.
“A house?” I gasped, looking up at him. “Antonio, I can’t accept a house.”
“Keep reading,” he urged softly.
I flipped to the second page.
It wasn't a mansion. It was a beautiful, single-story ranch home in a quiet, safe suburb of New York. It was fully wheelchair accessible, with a walk-in shower and a massive garden.
And the deed wasn't in my name.
It was in my mother’s name.
“She can’t climb the stairs to your old apartment anymore, Grace,” Antonio said quietly, stepping closer to me. “She shouldn't have to struggle. The house is completely paid off. The taxes are covered for the next fifty years. It’s hers.”
Tears spilled over my cheeks, dropping onto the legal paper.
“Antonio,” I wept, completely overwhelmed by his generosity. “This is too much.”
“It’s the bare minimum,” he corrected, wiping a tear from my cheek with his thumb. “She raised a woman brave enough to jump in front of a gun. She deserves a garden.”
I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Thank you,” I cried. “Thank you so much.”
He held me tightly, kissing the top of my head.
“There’s one more piece of paper in there,” he murmured against my hair.
I pulled back, wiping my eyes, and pulled out the final document from the envelope.
It was an employment contract for Valentino Holdings.
But the title at the top wasn't 'Housemaid.'
It read: Director of Charitable Operations.
“I’m opening a foundation in my father’s name,” Antonio explained, his dark eyes filled with pride. “We are going to fund care facilities for the elderly. We’re going to build clinics that offer free vision care for seniors so nobody ever has to lose their sight because they can’t afford a doctor.”
He smiled down at me.
“And I need someone with the biggest heart in New York to run it for me.”
I stared at the contract, absolutely speechless.
He wasn't just giving me money. He was giving me a purpose. He was giving me a seat at the table, ensuring I would never feel like an outsider in his world again.
“I don't know what to say,” I whispered.
“Say you’ll go on a proper date with me tomorrow night,” Antonio smirked, his hands resting on my hips.
I laughed, a bright, joyous sound that echoed into the night.
“I’d love to,” I smiled.
The next evening, Antonio arrived at my bedroom door.
He was wearing a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, looking so devastatingly handsome it made my knees weak.
I was wearing a simple, elegant black dress Katie had helped me pick out, my hair pinned up, feeling like a completely different woman than the tired maid who had served dinner a week ago.
“You look breathtaking,” Antonio murmured, kissing my hand.
“Where are we going?” I asked, taking his arm.
“It’s a surprise.”
He drove us into the city, keeping the destination a secret until we finally pulled up to a familiar street corner in Brooklyn.
I gasped.
We were parked outside the old Caruso bakery.
But it wasn't boarded up anymore.
The windows were clean, glowing with warm, golden light.
Antonio helped me out of the car, leading me to the front door.
He unlocked it, and we stepped inside.
The dust and decay were gone. The floors were polished, the ovens were shining, and a small table for two was set in the center of the room, covered in candles and a white tablecloth.
“You bought it back,” I whispered, looking around in awe.
“I’m restoring it,” Antonio smiled. “My mother spent thirty-eight years of her life in this room, providing for her family. It shouldn't be a place of violence. It should be a place of love.”
He pulled out my chair, and we sat down to the most incredible, private dinner of my life, prepared by a private chef Antonio had hired for the night.
We talked for hours. We laughed, we shared stories of our childhoods, and we spoke about the future.
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As the night drew to a close, Antonio stood up and offered me his hand.
“There’s something I need to show you,” he said softly.
