No more formalities!

The day had finally arrived. The deal I had kept on hold for over a year, waiting for the perfect moment, was here and now.

I had hoped that one day she would return, and I would use this deal to get her. And everything happened as I expected.

I could have stopped the news of her slapping Vini Weber from spreading yesterday, could have steadied the Weber Group’s shares with a single phone call. But I wanted more than a simple “thank you” from her. I wanted her.

I'd sacrifice a fortune for her—three billion, thirty billion—it didn’t matter. But she was blind to see how much I needed her, how desperate I was to make her mine.

"Did you hear that?" she asked again, her voice slicing through my thoughts. I opened the drawer and pulled out the contract I had prepared weeks ago, the paper cool against my fingers. I pushed it across the desk. Her eyes widened when she read the term contract on the papers.

"What is this?"

“Read it,” I replied, keeping my tone measured, hiding the e