Chapter 151 - The New Dynasty Under the Sun
"Mom! Dad! Look!"
Noah’s bright, triumphant voice rang out across the water.
Ethan and I broke apart, smiling, and looked down toward the shore.
Noah had placed his newly rebuilt seaplane—now painted in brilliant sapphire and gold, bearing the Saint-Germain crest on the twin rudders—onto the calm surface of Lake Annecy.
Beside him, Sophie was holding the remote telemetry antenna, her hair catching the golden sunlight like spun silk.
Noah advanced the throttle on his controller.
The miniature electric turbine whined to life, slicing through the crystal-clear water in a spray of white foam, lifting off gracefully from the lake, climbing into the cloudless azure sky like a golden arrow.
The seaplane soared high above the ancient cedar tree, banking in a wide, sweeping victory circle over the laughing guests at the dining table, its shadow dancing across the emerald meadows.
Sophie jumped up and down on the shore, clapping her hands with unbridled, miraculous joy, her laughter carrying across the water like sweet silver bells.
"It flies, Noah! It flies!" she cheered.
Noah stood beside her, his face radiant, holding the controls with effortless mastery, looking up at his creation soaring into the heavens.
Ethan and I walked down the grassy slope, stepping between our children, our hands finding theirs.
Ethan scooped Sophie into his left arm, lifting her high onto his broad shoulder, while his right hand rested proudly on Noah’s back.
I leaned against Ethan’s chest, my hand slipping into his, our fingers locking together in an unbreakable, eternal grip.
The cold ballrooms of Geneva were an old memory.
The forged contracts were turned to ash.
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The wolves had been driven from the gate forever.
And our family stood together—unbroken, triumphant, and free beneath the wide, magnificent sky.
