Chapter 100 Love Wins

• The Montero estate no longer bore the weight of its dark past. Where cold marble walls once loomed, vibrant greenery now flourished. The scent of fresh roses and jasmine filled the evening air, carried by the soft ocean breeze. Twinkling string lights draped between ancient trees, their glow casting warm halos over the gathered guests. A grand floral arch stood at the heart of the estate, draped in ivory and crimson petals, a symbol of love reborn from the ashes of destruction.
• Mariana stood beneath the arch, her veil billowing like mist over water. The delicate lace hugged her slender frame, the gown’s satin flowing to the ground in soft ripples. Her dark curls cascaded down one shoulder, framing a face that had known pain, love, and now, finally, peace.
• Rows of white chairs stretched before her, occupied by faces both familiar and new. Camila sat in the front row, her eyes gleaming with pride. Mateo, ever the stoic protector, subtly wiped at the corner of his eye before fixing his usual unreadable expression. Among the guests were families who had once feared the Montero name, now gathered to celebrate a new beginning.