it's taken me months to form this conclusion and to conclude, this is one of my best works and I'm damn proud of it. I have never had detailed outline while planning Fine Form but I'm proud how this has come to fruition and I'm leaving you guys with the final chapters. Thank you for staying with me until this date and continuing to support me, it means the absolute world! I hope you enjoy the final conclusion to Fine Form and an epilogue will be posted very soon.

I make it out of the bedroom, Grandpapa Asterio is chatting with Abuela. All the air in my lungs fade and Abuela's tear soaked eyes land on mine.

Something inside of my breaks and shatter and I'm letting go of Dimitri's hand and crushing my whole weight into her tiny frame. My cries are an ugly mess and I outdo a horse's call and Abuela, she's right behind me. She whispers she loves me, how broken she is and several curses in Spanish for abandoning her for these devastating three months. The only thing I can manage to mutter out is sorry repeatedly.

We cry, we break, we laugh together – as a family again. It feels so good having everything feel normal for once. For a tiny second of forever, everything is just as it should be but reality comes crashing down when Abuela wipes her eyes for the sixtieth time in the last thirty minutes and sniffles.

Her wrinkled hand wraps into mine tightly as if all of her five senses are betraying and I'm a figment of her imagination. "Estúpida. Don't ever run off like that, you understand me? I lost your mother years ago, I can't lose you either."

Tears leak into my skin, the warmth of her hands and her grief stricken face is everything to me "Never again. I promise," for the reminder, we remain like that. She glues all my broken pieces together, and I do the same.

After all the heavy crying and outburst, dinner rolls in a rumble of laughter and fond memories of childhood. Grandpapa Asterio takes the full route and blasts Dimitri for his reckless childhood years. His grey eyes are crinkled with tears and his hand slams down on the table in a fit of laughter.

Somewhere between the slow murmured conversation and the setting of the sun outside, my mind trails back to Jeremiah. I shouldn't be thinking about him in an exuberant time like this but my stomach tumbles and suddenly the roast potatoes that are slashed in gravy don't look appealing anymore.

Beside me, Dimitri shifts and his warm hands snakes into mine. He leans close to my ear, his warm breath sending a silver down my spine. I breathe him in – tonka bean, sandalwood, pink peppers. He smells like every inch of home. "What's on your mind, baby?"

"The NDA," I whisper back to him. My gaze shoots across the table where Grandpapa Asterio and Abuela are cracking on with their jokes. They are an unlikely duo but fit well together. In the future, I can see them golfing and gardening together. They haven't heard us yet.

Everyone knows about Dimitri and I, everyone knows this marriage started out as a facade. a part of me feels ashamed to think of the thought but the more I mull over it, the more rotten I feel. Even Abuela, despite that she's never asks me about it and I want to keep it that way.

Whereas Dimitri is laser focused on me. His hand tightens around mine, a gentle squeeze speaks volumes. "We'll discuss it tomorrow morning. Right now, enjoy the dinner." is all he says before he slices into the conversation that is happening across the table.

That night, Dimitri and I slept together. His arms are coiled around me but despite the warmth, I hardly sleep a wink.

I wake up earlier than Dimitri because I've barely slept a wink and shrug on a robe to adventure outside the bedroom. It's 5 in the morning and the sun is slowly starting to rise over hellish London. I take a quick glance at Dimitri.

He's soundly snoring away, one arm outstretched above his head while the other rests gently on his chest. His hair is a mess and his long eyelashes fan across his cheeks. Men don't deserve long eyelashes and I curse his good genes. His full lips are set into a thin line and for a brief minute, he seems to be at peace. It's not fair.

He can have a good night's sleep and sleep away the stress and burden, meanwhile my stomach won't let me lie still and my mind accelerates at seventy miles per hour with new scenarios. The NDA was stolen from me? By who? A man I trusted for years and saw as a good friend. Jeremiah Spencer huh?

The thought makes my heart squeeze in misery and my stomach tumbles on itself. I physically feel sick at the thought and step outside the bedroom, making sure to close the door gently behind me to get a glass of water.

When I step onto the cold marble, my spine shakes as I discover Grandpapa Asterio is hunched over the marble island enjoying a black coffee. I blink the groggy feeling away from my eyes and stare at him.

"Morning Isabella," he turns his head and raises his coffee cup at me.

"Morning," I mumble back sheepishly. "I didn't expect anyone else to be awake at this time." His lips press into a terse line, his blue eyes studying me closely. I don't know what to make of it. Should I extend an olive branch to him? Raise a white flag and state I'm not the enemy?

Instead my throat parches dry and I meekly walk around the counter and open the fridge. Distractions, distractions... I want a cup of tea. A nice hot cup of tea will solve everything.

My hand closes around the milk bottle when Grandpapa Asterio speaks up, "You're good for Dimitrius."

I prop around and blink at him. He sighs a breath and rubs a hefty hand over his face. "I hope you can accept my apology Isabella. You've been here for one day and look at him. I think it's the most peace he's ever had in a while."

My heart drops into my chest at his words. It was very impulsive of me to run off but the situation was different.. in the blink of an eye, everything went haywire.

I don't mean to do it but it pours past my lips. "It's a little hard to accept apologies when everyone in the family has me labelled as the villain." I shrug my shoulders and slowly walk around the marble island.

Grandpapa Asterio's jaw clenches. He looks a little disappointed but I don't have the capacity to care enough.

As selfish as it might sound, I'm all out of kindness. "I don't expect you to hand out an apology. I know I haven't been the most welcoming to you nor Dimitrius. It will take time to rebuild our trust and I intend to get things right this time around."

I swallow a hard lump in my throat, slowly turn over my shoulder and peer into Grandpapa Asterio's blue eyes. The same blue he shares with Dimitri. His eyes are crinkled with sincerity. Probably the most sincere he's been in our twisted tumultuous relationship.

I forgive you, I think. I never have the courage to say it out loud. The door swings open on my right and Dimitri enters in a panic. He's shirtless, grey sweatpants hang low on his hips and his hair sticks up in different directions. His face is full of despair.

"Oh my god! You're here, baby. I thought you left again and–" he never finishes his sentence. He seizes the ground in an instant and wraps his big arms around me. I'm suffocating, smothered against his warm chest and held tightly against him.

"Dimitri, it's okay. I'm still here. I woke up early." I stare into his eyes and brush the pad of my thumb against his cheek.

My cheeks turn the shade of strawberries when I feel Grandpapa Asterio's eyes burn into us intently. I try loosening my grip on Dimitri but he holds me there, clinged to him for what feels like eternity. He doesn't care about Grandpapa Asterio or prying eyes from our one member audience. His gaze is hyper focused on me, I'm the only thing in his orbit right now.

He swallows hard, the lump in his throat gently bops up and down. "You're here." He breathes, affirming it to himself.

Grandpapa Asterio coughs and the stool scrapes back against the marble flooring. The sound is uncomfortable and makes me wince slightly. Dimitri snakes his arm around my waist and gives his Grandpapa a bright smile. "Morning Grandpapa."

"Morning, Dimitrius. You two have a lovely day, I'm going to head home." is all he says with a bright grin and walks out to the kitchen. Dimitri wishes him well after him and once the familiar elevator ping sounds. Dimitri swings me up in his arms and carries us down the hall.

"We're going to go back to bed. You can have your tea later when you wake up, but right now. I need you close to me." I land on the black silk sheets with an oomph. He creeps closer and snuggles close to me, his chin resting in the crook of my neck and our bodies practically fused together.

"I've missed you so fucking much." He whispers into my neck. I hold him close and kiss the curve of his jaw. I've missed him too. So much. This ruse started out as pretending but sparked into something real.

We don't get much sleep because as soon as we start drifting, the elevator door opens and a loud voice blares through the penthouse. "Dimitri! I've got Nav here! Get up, we've got lots of legal work to do today!"