“You’re going to be the new Managing Director of the company,” Adrian announced, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, his tone as nonchalant as if he were commenting on the weather.

I froze mid-bite of my toast. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“You heard me,” he repeated, pouring himself another cup of coffee. “You’re going to be the MD.”

I stared at him, still trying to process. “MD? As in Managing Director? Adrian, are you serious? How… how does that even make sense?”

He shrugged, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You already know, Mia. I promised you that if you married me, you’d keep your job....