Elena arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "I’m listening."

Elena reached out, her fingers hovering over the stone. "And if I say yes? We have to make it look real. The galas, the press, the shared home."

He didn't mention that he’d bought the ring six months ago. He didn't mention that the merger was the only way he could think of to keep her in the same room as him.

Should we explore what happens at their as a couple, or should we skip to the tensions of sharing a home?

"To the pretext," he replied, already wondering how he would convince her to stay when the twenty-four months were up.

"A small price for a billion-dollar empire," Julian said, offering his hand to help her up.

"It’s a pretext," he corrected, his voice dropping an octave. "The board won't block a merger between husband and wife. It creates a single legal entity that’s untouchable. We sign a pre-nup tonight that dissolves the marriage in twenty-four months, once the acquisition is finalized. You get your family’s legacy back, and I get the seat at the head of the table."

"Three years, Julian," she said, tapping a silver pen against a thick legal folder. "That’s how long the merger has been stalled. Your board wants blood, and my family wants your territory. We are past the point of handshakes."

3 : A Proposal As A Pretext -

Elena arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "I’m listening."

Elena reached out, her fingers hovering over the stone. "And if I say yes? We have to make it look real. The galas, the press, the shared home."

He didn't mention that he’d bought the ring six months ago. He didn't mention that the merger was the only way he could think of to keep her in the same room as him. 3 : A Proposal as a Pretext

Should we explore what happens at their as a couple, or should we skip to the tensions of sharing a home?

"To the pretext," he replied, already wondering how he would convince her to stay when the twenty-four months were up. Elena arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow

"A small price for a billion-dollar empire," Julian said, offering his hand to help her up.

"It’s a pretext," he corrected, his voice dropping an octave. "The board won't block a merger between husband and wife. It creates a single legal entity that’s untouchable. We sign a pre-nup tonight that dissolves the marriage in twenty-four months, once the acquisition is finalized. You get your family’s legacy back, and I get the seat at the head of the table." We have to make it look real

"Three years, Julian," she said, tapping a silver pen against a thick legal folder. "That’s how long the merger has been stalled. Your board wants blood, and my family wants your territory. We are past the point of handshakes."