Page 158 of Money Reigns
Every inch of her stamped with me.
The bracelet glinting on her wrist? I bought it.
The clothes hugging her curves? Mine.
Even the shimmer in her hair and the color on her mouth, I put those there.
She’s mine from head to toe, and she doesn’t just accept it.
Shelovesit.
And fuck, I love her for it.
I steal a kiss and swat her ass as she slips into her office. She glances back, cheeks pink, and my chest tightens so hard it almost hurts.
I can picture it—
A ring on her finger.
My last name stamped across her future.
Forever.
By the time I settle into my chair, I already know what I want: emerald-cut, platinum band, flanked by two diamonds, cleanand bold and timeless. Just like the look in her eyes when she calls me hers.
I pull up jewelers, scanning bands, cuts, clarity. Visualizing how it’ll shine on her hand as I pin her wrists.
The wedding can be in Paris… though I don’t want my family around.
Then I pause.
Her family.
She told me that their inn was struggling.
That she didn’t want me involved.
The little twist in her voice when she tried to get me to drop it.
She didn’t ask for help.
She probably wouldn’t want it.
But I can’t sit back and watch her carry that weight alone.
I dig. Searching the inn’s records.
Nothing.
No mortgage holder.
No clear chain.
Like it’s been intentionally buried.
My jaw tightens.
So I open her employee file. Scroll. Stop at the line marked Emergency Contact.
