Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

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?"

annoyance growing. In retaliation, she slapped Tom's shoulder, leaving

"You hit me, I

not quite on the

and Grandpa have agreed to let Vivian marry me,"

incredulous. "No

couple of years now. You're still studying, and legally, there's

and coax her, still groggy from sleep. "What's my salary? How much does

Enterprises, I couldn't afford a house in Havenbrook within a decade. But

he 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.

not saints. Mom built a company from the ground up, and if she

Maggie said naively. "I'll just leave it

"No one can guarantee the future. Even if you were a blood

understood the harsh reality; after all,

your point,

was time to be

"Marry me."

eyes, felt as if she'd been

explained, "At Byrne Enterprises, you need a Byrne identity. Marrying me would also infuriate Vivian, and... well, I saw more than I should have

Second, I've got plenty of ways to deal with Vivian without

was going to be Maggie's

too late,"

at him,