Lake Como shimmered under moonlight.
No more battles. No more manipulation.
Just two powerful souls who had faced darkness—and chosen love anyway.
Ares held her gently now.
"You are my choice."
"And you are mine."
For the first time in years, peace felt real.
But inside the estate—
Luca's phone vibrated sharply.
He frowned.
Unknown number.
He answered quietly.
"Luca."
For a moment, there was only static.
Then a voice spoke.
Cold.
Familiar.
Impossible.
"Tell Ares Valentino… the past doesn't stay buried."
Luca's face drained of color.
"That's not possible."
The voice chuckled softly.
"Oh, it is."
The line disconnected.
Luca stood frozen for a moment.
Then he looked toward the terrace where Ares and Elara stood together under the moonlight.
Happy.
Unaware.
He whispered under his breath—
"…we have a problem."
Outside, the lake remained calm.
But somewhere in the shadows of the world—
Someone had been watching.
Waiting.
The devil hadn't lost his obsession.
But the darkness had not finished with him yet.