Page 228 of Indulge
The door opens to the balcony, and the scent of roses hits her first—sweet, heavy, intoxicating. The space is small, but every inch is covered in pink petals, candles flickering in the warm air.
A heart-shaped arch draped in roses frames the skyline, and under it sits a table set for two. A letter rests on top beside a single flute of champagne.
Bella stops dead, her voice catching in her throat. “Reggie… what is this?”
“Go get the letter, baby.”
I give her a light tap on the ass, just enough to make her glare at me, and then she laughs.
She walks barefoot toward the table, Paris glowing behind her, the hem of her black dress brushing the floor, and I swear to God, if heaven looks anything like this, I’ll gladly burn through hell to earn it.
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BELLA
With shaking hands, I pick up the envelope and rip it open, my heart hammering against my ribs.
The paper slides free, heavy and smooth beneath my fingertips.
The first thing I see is the Decadence insignia stamped in gold.
My breath catches.
A contract.
My eyes dart across the heading, and my knees almost give out.
A Decadence Marriage Contract.
Between Bella King, Rowan Murphy, and Reggie Murphy.
Legally binding in the eyes of Decadence.
Binding to who it truly matters to—us.
My throat tightens.
Tears blur the words before I can finish reading.
I turn slowly, the letter trembling in my hands.
They’re both kneeling before me.
Two men who’ve broken and rebuilt me in equal measure.
Two hearts that have bled for me, fought for me,lovedme.
Reggie’s holding a black velvet box, his thumb rubbing the edge like he’s trying to calm himself. Rowan’s gaze finds mine and I can see the nerves behind it.
“Stop,” I hiccup, dropping the contract as my hands fly to my mouth.
“Bella King,” Rowan says softly, a smile tugging at his lips.
His voice cracks just a little.
“Will you do the honor of becoming my wife?” Reggie finishes for him, his voice low and rough.
Rowan smiles, reaching for my hand.
