Forever By Layla Hagen | Promise Me

That evening, he found her on the terrace of their penthouse, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. She was holding a worn paperback, looking more at peace than he had ever felt in a suit.

Jillian turned, her breath catching as he opened it. The diamond was modest by Maxwell standards, but it was the promise behind it that mattered.

"You're late," she murmured, not looking up, but a small smile played on her lips.

"I’ve spent my life building things that can be bought and sold," Reed said, looking directly into her eyes. "I want to build something that lasts forever. No contracts, no fine print. Just us."