Page 46 of The Billionaire's Timed Wife

My face heats again. “I don’t see a problem with that,” I reply, simplifying the truth by a lot.

What I really want to say is: what woman in her right mind would say no to having a man like him in her bed?

But before I let my imagination wander too far, I need to make two final points clear. “Since it’s a contract, there’ll be a three-year trial period.”

“What for?”

“In case of infidelity on your part. You’ll grant me a divorce and allow me to leave Rheadur with my mother.”

“That won’t happen.”

“I’m not done talking,” I say, keeping my voice even. “If you cheat on me, not only will I have the right to divorce you, but my mother and I will be given a house in the United States.”

“And a generous allowance,” he finishes, making me blush. “Whatever amount you name, I’ll pay it.”

“Why are you agreeing so easily?” I ask, suspicious.

“Because it won’t happen. I’m a man who honors his vows. I’ll respect the woman I call mine.”

His blunt honesty shakes me more than I’d like to admit. That raw conviction of his is paving a direct path to my heart.

“No more demands?” he asks, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around my waist.

“No children,” I say, even though inside, I reject that clause completely. I’ve always wanted to be a mother.

His eyes search mine, as if trying to understand what lies beneath my words. I know most men would take back the proposal after hearing that.

But Kaled isn’t most men.

“I’ve never wanted a child of my own anyway,” he says, as though the absence of an heir means nothing. “But I’d like to understand why you’re denying yourself the blessing of motherhood.”

Because if you ever tire of me and want a divorce, like my father did to my mother, I might never see my children again.

Even though I believe he’s different from my father, I’m not ready to voice that fear aloud.

“I have my reasons,” I say softly, “but I’d rather not share them.”

“I’ll agree to your terms partially. Like your three-year trial period, the matter of children will remain open for discussion afterward. So, not a permanent clause.”

“But—”

“I’ll have a lawyer draft a prenuptial agreement, and we’ll both sign it. Now stop arguing, my fiancée.”

And then in the next second, his mouth finds mine, lips and tongues sealing the deal far better than our minds ever could.

The Next Day

“You’re telling me my brother took you to the top of the Arc de Triomphe last night and proposed to you?”

“Yes. I found it just as hard to believe as you do.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound rude, but that’s...a lot to process.”

“A lot how, exactly?”

“I just never thought Kaled would get married.”

“Oh . . .”