The Proposal That Wasn’t Romantic
When they met again, she didn’t waste time.
“I want to marry you,” she said.
Damien blinked.
No flirting. No hesitation. Just an offer—as cold and clear as the glass of wine in her hand.
She wasn’t interested in love. She didn’t pretend.
What she offered was a transaction:
She would erase his family’s debts. Cover his mother’s treatment. Fund Clémence’s education. Give him back the future he’d lost.
In return, he would marry her. Appear by her side when needed. Keep the arrangement discreet and dignified.
“Why me?” he asked.
“Because,” she said, “I’ve been watching. And I see who you really are.”
