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2025-10-12 10:37:00Nathaniel showed a bewildered expression. "The earlier we make it, the more robust your stand will be. You desire to be unaffected by the shadow of Ethan. Wouldn't you rather show your father that you are not a threat to him? Stand with me, you must do it. This marriage is your answer."
Madeline looked intently at him, hoping he had spoken to her in secret, but all she saw was his unwavering determination.
"As if to confirm, she asked again," she said with disbelief.
His gaze remained fixed on the road, his face calm and almost chilly. "Yes," Nathaniel replied. “What happened? Tonight, I will be going over to your parents' place. I desire for them to be informed that you are my future wife.”
Her body was shaken by the force of the shock. Tonight? At the conclusion of time? What steps could she take to confront her father once more?
She bit her lip with fear, blending it with a faint feeling of courage inside her.
"Madeline,
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The corridor felt quieter than it had that morning. Nathaniel’s footsteps echoed softly on the marble floor, steady but unhurried. He pressed the elevator button, loosening his tie slightly as he waited for the doors to open. For the first time since morning, he truly felt the weight on his shoulders begin to ease not disappearing, but redistributed in a more human way.The elevator descended slowly. Inside, he checked his afternoon agenda: a brief lunch with the core team, then a call with legal, followed by a review of vendor contracts before the afternoon session. Busy, yes but not suffocating. He remembered Madeline’s message don’t forget to eat a simple reminder he used to ignore, now feeling like an anchor.In the lobby, sunlight poured through the tall glass panels, reflecting off neatly arranged green plants. Nathaniel paused for a moment, took a breath. He decided to walk to a small restaurant across the building, not the private dining room
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“All right,” said one of the board members, a middle-aged man with a cool tone. “Let’s talk about reputational risk. Sonia’s name has resurfaced in the project structure. We all know the history.”Several pairs of eyes immediately turned to Nathaniel.He did not rush to answer. His hands were neatly folded on the table, his posture upright. “I’m not blind to that,” he said at last. “Precisely because of that history, we’ve set clear boundaries. Her role is well defined, her responsibilities measurable, and all strategic decisions remain under the board’s authority.”“And if a conflict of interest arises?” another asked sharply.“We’ve prepared mitigation mechanisms,” Nathaniel replied calmly. “Independent audits, dual reporting lines, and a termination clause if standards are violated. There’s no gray area.”A brief silence
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Nathaniel held her closer, and for the first time in a long while, he knew: today with all its pressure ended in the right place.They didn’t move right away. Time seemed to soften around them, letting the fatigue of the day fall away on its own. Nathaniel felt Madeline’s steady breathing against his chest, warm and real.He realized how rarely he allowed moments like this to last without feeling the need to do something, reply to messages, open a laptop, plan the next step.Now, he simply was.Madeline eventually shifted slightly, looking up at Nathaniel’s face from close range. “You seem more present tonight,” she said softly, as if afraid to disturb the moment.Nathaniel smiled faintly. “Because I am present. Not half my mind somewhere else.”Madeline nodded, her fingers unconsciously tracing small lines along Nathaniel’s arm. “I often worry,” she admitted honestly. “
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Madeline finally released her grip and stood up slowly, as if unwilling to disturb the calm still lingering in the air. The morning light grew brighter, slipping through the gaps in the curtains and bathing the room in a soft, golden hue. Nathaniel remained lying there for a moment, watching Madeline’s back as she walked toward the small kitchen in the corner of the apartment.The aroma of coffee soon filled the space, simple, yet comforting. For Nathaniel, that scent had always marked the beginning of the day not as a reminder of work burdens, but as the rhythm of a life he could still enjoy.He got up, straightened the shirt he had left draped over a chair the night before, and walked over to Madeline. He stood behind her without immediately embracing her, simply waiting, savoring the moment as it was.“You know,” Madeline said as she poured hot water, “a few years ago I always imagined mornings like this but they felt too far out of reach.”Nathaniel smiled. “And now?”“Now,” Made
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Nathaniel nodded. “And tonight I just want to be your husband.”The words warmed Madeline’s chest. She took his hand, threading her fingers through his. “I don’t want you to lose yourself to the outside world,” she said honestly. “I want you to come home whole.”Nathaniel looked at their joined hands. “That’s why I need this,” he murmured. “Not to escape but to remember who I really am.”They fell silent again. Outside, the city sounds softened, as if the world itself was giving them space. Drowsiness slowly crept over Madeline, though her thoughts still wandered.“There’s something I’ve never asked you,” she said suddenly.Nathaniel raised an eyebrow slightly. “What is it?”“What are you most afraid of now?”He didn’t answer right away. He stared at the ceiling, then exhaled deeply. “I’m afra
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“We don’t need to rush,” he said quietly. “I want you to feel completely safe.”Madeline nodded. “I feel safe now.”They went back inside. The living room lights were dimmed, leaving only a soft, warm glow. Nathaniel placed his phone in a drawer, as if truly shutting the door on the outside world.In the bedroom, the atmosphere felt different, quieter, more intimate. Nathaniel helped Madeline take off her jacket, his movements careful and attentive. There was no wild desire, only intimacy born of trust.Madeline sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Nathaniel standing before her. “I never imagined peace could feel like this,” she said softly.Nathaniel knelt in front of her, looking up at her face. “Because this isn’t just desire,” he said. “It’s a choice. Every day.”He took Madeline’s hand and kissed it with reverence. The gesture warmed her ch
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