Page 273 of Money Reigns
I’m watching her.
Always her.
I take a breath, the weight of everything settling into my chest, not heavy, but grounding.
She did this.
Not just the building.
She cracked me open. Made me softer. Smarter.Better.
She made me dream again, and not about buildings or legacies or war rooms. About mornings with her in my bed. Laughter echoing in these halls. Maybe even a couple kids with her eyes and my last name.
I watch her throw her head back laughing with a kid who’s already grinning wide.
And all I can think is—Ican’t waitto seal her with my name.
Chapter sixty-two
Olivia
Ilove waking up at the estate.
The penthouse is beautiful, sure, sleek and towering and unapologetically War. But the estate?
It’s grand.
Quiet. Expansive. Wrapped in warm light and old stone.
Everything I need is here.
Margaret always has everything in perfect order.
Ana even cut fresh peonies for our room this morning; white and blush and soft as a sigh. I set them by the window where the breeze can catch their scent.
War kissed my forehead before he left. Said he had“a few things to take care of”and that he’d be back soon.
I have a sneaking suspicion about what that means.
But I didn’t ask.
Didn’t press.
Just smiled.
Because I trust him.
There’s a knock on the bedroom door.
“Ms. Baker?” Margaret’s voice is warm and formal as always. “You have a visitor downstairs.”
A visitor?
I tug on a soft robe and head down the curved staircase. My bare feet whisper against the cool marble.
And then I seeher.
“Ella!”
