The Heiress’s Ruin & Redemption: The Sterling Inheritance Ga
“Not because I am commanded, but because I choose. Not because I must, but because I will.”
He stepped forward, closing the distance between them with deliberate grace. Kneeling before her, he took her upturned hands in his, his thumbs tracing the lines of her palms as if reading a map of her soul. “And do you swear,” he continued, his voice softening, the ritual giving way to raw devotion, “to let me stand beside you, not behind you, not above you, but with you—even when the world demands otherwise?”
She leaned forward, her forehead resting against his, their breaths mingling in the warm space between them. “I swear it,” she whispered. “Because you have proven yourself worthy of that place.