Elyse's fame as a doctor eclipsed her other titles. Her diagnostic device was universal, her scientist's cures eradicated diseases. She operated in jungles, her mafia securing routes. Each life saved echoed her past—strays she'd bandaged, teens she'd fed. Her scholar's encyclopedia redefined medicine, her investor's wealth built hospitals. Her designs dressed nurses, her hacker's skills exposed corrupt suppliers.
But her heart craved peace. Julian planned a retreat—a cabin by a lake. Elyse cooked, her laughter rare. "You're my home," she told him.
He cupped her face. "And you're my fire."
Her mafia warned of Kane's allies regrouping. Elyse's hacker skills traced their cash, her investor's moves crashing their banks. She led a strike, her doctor's compassion sparing foes. Her enforcers whispered, "Queen forever." Elyse smiled—she was more.
Alistair's heart failed again. Elyse's scientist's mind crafted a nanobot therapy, her doctor's hands guiding his recovery. "You're Vivienne reborn," he said. Elyse shook her head—she was herself.
Her designs launched eco-couture, her scholar's talks shifted culture. Mafia leaks resurfaced. Elyse's hacker skills spun a documentary—her underworld as charity. Critics paused, half-convinced. Julian set a wedding date. Elyse agreed, her identities aligning. She was ready—not just as doctor, hacker, designer, investor, mafia queen, scholar, scientist, but as his love.