Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Chapter 179 Chosen as Daughter

Gemma’s POV

Exhaustion weighed heavily on me as I finally dragged myself toward bed. The family gathering that Zoe and Nadia had orchestrated at the Thorne safe house had been intense, but my body craved sleep. I left Dominic behind, still deep in conversation with the other Capos about territory expansion, clearly too engrossed in family business to retire.

After a hot shower and slipping into comfortable silk pajamas, I collapsed onto the mattress. Sleep claimed me instantly while muffled voices from the war room drifted through the reinforced walls. I was so deeply unconscious that I didn’t register when Dominic eventually joined me in bed.

Which made his brilliant idea to wake me for a sunrise ceremony all the more jarring.

"Wake up, my goddess! Today’s the day," Dominic whispered urgently, his muscular frame draped over mine as he peppered my face with kisses.

I groaned, "What’s with this sudden obsession with dawn?"

"Please, today changes everything. Come on," he begged with the intensity of a soldier before battle.

"I’m exhausted," I protested weakly.

"You’ll have plenty of time to rest after we handle family business," he countered, making me chuckle despite my fatigue.

I opened my eyes to study his face. "Are you absolutely certain about that?"

Dominic glanced toward the bulletproof windows with exaggerated thoughtfulness before admitting, "In our world, nothing’s certain. But please get up—I promise this will be worth everything. I’ve already chosen your outfit."

Recognizing the steel determination beneath his playful tone, I surrendered. "Fine. I’ll shower to wake myself up."

After freshening up, I emerged to find Dominic dressed in an expensive charcoal suit that screamed authority. On the bed lay an elegant navy dress with subtle silver threading that I didn’t recognize.

"Where did this come from?" I asked, examining the sophisticated garment with its structured bodice and flowing skirt that commanded respect.

"I had it specially made for you," Dominic replied, his eyes burning with barely contained excitement. "Will you wear it for me?"

I recognized the telltale signs that Dominic was orchestrating something monumental—the controlled intensity, the predatory smile, the dangerous gleam in his emerald eyes. Deciding to trust him, I slipped into the dress and paired it with the designer heels he handed me.

Hand in hand, we descended the marble staircase as dawn approached. Through the mansion’s reinforced glass doors, I spotted an ornate table on the private terrace overlooking the harbor, covered with pristine white linen. To my surprise, the entire Thorne inner circle was already assembled there, looking remarkably alert for such an early hour despite the late night of family business.

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