Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Nine
Malachi's POV
I stopped at the jewelry store on my way home. The one I'd been eyeing for weeks, the one that carried the kind of rings that meant something. Forever. Commitment. Mine.
The ring I chose was simple but perfect. Platinum band with a single diamond that caught the light just right. Not too ostentatious. Alicia wasn't the type who wanted flash. She wanted meaning.
And this ring meant everything.
I was done hiding. Done pretending. Travis knew. Soon everyone would know. And I was going to make this official. Ask her properly. Give her the life she deserved instead of stolen moments and secret meetings.
The ring sat in a velvet box in my pocket, warm against my chest as I drove to my private mansion. Our mansion now. The place where we could be ourselves without the weight of family expectations crushing us.
