Maggie's eyes snapped open in the darkness, her mind clearing as memories of Tom's words danced at the edges of her consciousness. She rolled onto her back, her gaze finding Tom standing in her room in the dead of night.

"Who's there?!" she blurted out, her voice tinged with sleep and confusion.

Tom's eyes burned with an intensity that sent fresh waves of recollection flooding Maggie's mind. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog of sleep.

With a shy rustle of sheets, she pulled the comforter over her head, hiding from Tom's penetrating gaze.

But Tom was relentless, flipping back the blanket. "You've been telling everyone you're hell-bent on marrying me. Have you gone mad?"

Maggie remained silent, turning away from him.

Undeterred, Tom pulled her to sit up. "I said yes."

Maggie's eyes widened in shock. "You said yes to what?"

Tom was dead serious. "To us getting married."

Maggie was bewildered. When exactly had she asked for his consent?

In a daze, Maggie felt like she had won the lottery-everything seemed unreal, floating in a state of disbelief.

"Have you been drinking?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

Tom leaned in close. "Do I smell like booze?"

Maggie shook her head. "Then I must be dreaming."

slapped her leg sharply. "Does

"Ouch, yes!"

"Still dreaming?"

In retaliation, she slapped Tom's shoulder, leaving her hand awkwardly

to explain, "You hit

was not quite on

to let Vivian

incredulous. "No

sick, unable to handle business affairs for a couple of years now. You're still studying,

still groggy from sleep. "What's my salary? How much does Byrne

a house in Havenbrook within a decade. But now, given my job,

continued, "Even if you inherit the company and treat me well, what about when you get married? You'll have kids, and they'll inherit your company. And if I marry and have kids, won't I lose my claim to the company..." "Hold on! Simplify

Grandma and Grandpa-they're not saints. Mom built a company from the ground up, and if she hands it over to you,

"I'll just

if you were a blood relative, which you're not, you can't count on their

the harsh reality; after

your point,

was time to be

"Marry me."

felt as if

"At Byrne Enterprises, you need a Byrne identity. Marrying me would also infuriate Vivian,

to Mom when she's better. Second, I've got plenty of ways to deal with Vivian without resorting to extremes. And lastly!"

night was going to be Maggie's dark secret, indelible

too late," Tom stated

looked at him,

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