Sold To The Mafia Don Chapter 177 ~ Mira

~Few days later~

Coming back to Arica felt different this ti. Maybe it was because, for the first ti in a long while, it didn’t feel like returning to chaos or unfinished battles. This ti, we were coming ho to sothing new.

I kept staring at my hand the entire flight, at the ring that sparkled under the cabin lights. It was so new and shiny. I loved replaying how he slipped it on my finger in Lisbon, under fairy lights and laughter, like he was promising forever all over again — and sohow, it felt brand new. It was brand new. He was doing it properly this ti and it felt so good.

Jace was beside , pretending to read, though I knew he wasn’t actually turning the pages. He kept sneaking glances at from behind the book like I wouldn’t notice.

"What is it this ti Don Romano?" I said without looking up from the glass of champagne in my hand.

He lowered the book slowly, that smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I’m admiring my wife. Is that a cri?"

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t hide my smile. "You’ve been admiring since Lisbon."

"Can you bla ?" he murmured, his gaze dropping briefly to my hand. "My fiancée— or should I say, my rewife-to-be— looks too damn beautiful when she’s happy."

"Stop," I giggled, covering my face. "You’re making blush."

He leaned closer, his voice low enough for only to hear. "Good. I like you blushing."

I swatted him playfully, but my heart felt full. It was like love had quietly crept back into every corner it once abandoned. I hadn’t felt this light in a long ti.

When we landed, the air felt warr, familiar. The city skyline rolled by as the car sped toward the penthouse, and I couldn’t stop smiling. I kept replaying the proposal in my head — the soft glow of the candles, his voice trembling slightly when he asked to spend another lifeti with him.

We were in New York because Jace had so business to attend to.

Donna Carla was waiting for us when we arrived. She looked radiant, almost too elegant for soone who claid she didn’t like fuss. The mont she saw , she pulled into one of her rare hugs, the kind that made you feel both loved and judged at the sa ti.

"Ah, my Mirabel," she said, eyeing the ring instantly. "So, he finally did it properly."

"Properly?" I laughed. "We’ve been married for years."

"Yes, but this ti, he asked you the way a man should," she said pointedly, sending Jace a sharp look that made him rub the back of his neck like a guilty schoolboy.

I laughed even harder. "He did, Donna. It was perfect."

Her smile softened. "Good. You both deserve peace now. And maybe a grandchild soon," she added with a wink that made Jace groan out loud.

"Mom, please," he muttered.

I covered my face again, laughing so hard that I nearly tripped over the couch. "She’s never letting that go, is she?"

"Never," Donna said proudly. "It’s a grandmother’s duty."

Later that evening, I stepped out onto the balcony to call Roberto. It had been a while since I’d seen my brother, and despite everything that had happened between us, a part of still needed to share this mont with him.

When he answered, his voice carried the sa teasing calm it always did. "Well, if it isn’t Mrs. Mafia Queen herself."

"Roberto," I sighed, laughing despite myself. "I’m calling to tell you sothing good."

"Better than that?" he teased. "Go ahead."

I hesitated for a mont before saying it softly. "Jace and I... we’re renewing our vows."

There was a pause. "Oh?"

"Yeah," I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "He proposed again in Lisbon. It was... sweet. Really sweet."

Roberto chuckled quietly. "You sound happy."

"I am," I said honestly. "Really, I am."

He didn’t say anything for a while, and then his tone softened. "Then I’ll be there. Just tell when and where."

Sothing warm blood in my chest. "You an that?"

"Of course," he said. "I might not love your husband, but I love you. And if he’s the one who makes you smile like this, then I’ll behave for one night."

"Behave, Roberto," I warned jokingly.

"No promises," he said before hanging up, and I was still laughing when I walked back inside.

Jace was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when I entered, and his gaze imdiately softened.

"What’s got you smiling like that?" he asked.

"Roberto said he’s coming." I announced.

His brow lifted slightly. "That’s... unexpected."

"I know," I said, walking over to curl beside him. "But it ans a lot."

He wrapped an arm around and kissed the top of my head. "Then it ans a lot to too."

We stayed like that for a while. It was quiet, warm and I felt content. The world outside the windows glittered faintly against the night sky, and for once, it didn’t feel distant or threatening. It just felt... beautiful.

I closed my eyes, resting my head against his chest, and whispered, "I can’t wait for our renewal."

His hand traced lazy circles along my arm. "Neither can I, mia cara. But between us..."

"Hmm?" I humd a respons.

He smiled against my hair. "I’d marry you every year if it ant seeing that look on your face again."

I laughed softly, my heart swelling. "Careful, Mr. Romano. I might hold you to that."

"Good," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Then I’ll spend every year proving you’re still the best decision I ever made."

And just like that, the future didn’t feel so far away. It was right there om the warmth of his touch, the soft rhythm of his heartbeat, and the promise that whatever ca next, we’d face it together.