Elara
“Honestly, this wasn’t the solution I had in mind,” I said, crossing my arms. “But since you’re the one who brought it up, I’ll agree.”
His expression turned icy, a flicker of something sharp passing through his eyes. He straightened, finally putting some distance between us.
“You agreed that quickly?” he scoffed. “No wonder you don't need my money. You're trying to worm your way into my life.”
“Whatever you think. All I want is for you to agree to one condition.”
He arched a brow.
“If we pretend to be married,” I began, “I must have visitation rights to the children. You can never block my access to them. Ever.”
He studied me for a long moment, considering. Finally, he gave a curt nod. “Agreed.”
“Then we have a deal.
“Indeed,” he replied neutrally. “For the sake of the c
