Chapter 59 Love In Ruins

The countryside stretched endlessly, a sea of rolling green hills and towering oaks, their leaves whispering in the crisp night air. Diego’s estate stood at the heart of it all, a sprawling villa of white stone and arched windows that caught the silver light of the moon. It was a world away from the chaos of Montero Global, a place untouched by betrayal, war, and the weight of his family’s empire. Mariana leaned against the kitchen island, watching Diego uncork a bottle of wine with practiced ease. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing forearms still tense from the battles they had fought. The scent of garlic and rosemary filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of slow-roasted lamb. He moved with quiet efficiency, dicing vegetables, stirring sauces, slipping into the rhythm of a man who had spent too long in boardrooms and needed to feel something real.