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To breathe.
To…survive this proposal.
Not a bit of her looks as if she will say yes.
And why would she?
I have been, after all, a monster.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Fiona
Clutching the blankets to my chest, I stare down at the ring—a beautiful emerald-cut solitaire set in a simple platinum band. The diamond glitters brightly and is clearly of phenomenal quality.
I never thought I would be proposed to by a man I barely know, a man who looks like a Viking and has a love of BDSM in—and out—of the bedroom, a dangerous man with powerful ties.
A man who made a dark, devious plan to use my father’s weaknesses against him. To pile on the debt, then use me as payment. But in his way, he did it out of love, or infatuation that turned to love, wanting to have me, care for me, and protect me from the moment I refused him that dance.
No, he’s not the man I pictured myself marrying.
And yet, here we are.
"Will you marry me?" Callum says again, an earnest pleading filling his voice.
One I’ve never heard before.
“Marry you?” I repeat.
“Aye…”
I can feel my heart racing, and my mind is in a whirlwind trying to make sense of it all. Every fiber of my being is drawn toward saying yes, tempted by the electrifying chemistry between us and the thrill of our sex lives.
Yet, a part of me holds back, questioning if this is just another display of his need for control. We’ve only just made amends from our first fight. Is it too soon to accept his proposal?
I look up at him, studying his handsome face and those green eyes for any hint of ego. But all I see is genuine affection and desire. He truly wants me to be his wife.
And all I see in those eyes is that he belongs to me.
And suddenly, the answer becomes clear. Despite my doubts and reservations, something deep inside me yearns for the passion, protection, and intensity that Callum offers.
He may be a monster. But he’s my monster.
"Yes," I say breathlessly, feeling a swell of emotion in my chest.
Callum's face breaks into a wide grin as he buries his face in the pillow with relief. “God, girl, ye just about gave me a heart attack there!”
I laugh as he slips the ring onto my finger. I’m not even surprised when it fits perfectly as if it was made just for me. Everything he’s ever bought me has been perfect.He pulls me closer and kisses me deeply, sending sparks flying through my body. As we break apart, his eyes shine with excitement.
I feel so happy. He’s made me so happy. The ring is gorgeous.
I’ve nothing for him. “Can I make you a cup of tea,” I offer.
“We’ll have the rest of our lives for tea,” he says. “Would you mind getting dressed instead?”
“Of course. But what for?” I ask.
“Come outside. I’ve got something to show you.” He stands to leave the room, adding, “I’ll make the tea while you dress.”
