Chapter 463
Chapter 463:
“I want you alive!” she cried, the raw sound tearing from her throat. “I want you making money for me for the rest of your life! Do you hear me p>
The tension in Dallas’s spine slowly began to melt. His cane clattered to the floor as he braced his hip against the solid mahogany desk and wrapped both arms around her, crushing her to him. He rested his chin on the top of her head, his chest heaving with a ragged exhale.
“Okay,” he whispered, his voice thick with unshed tears. “I’ll make you money. I swear p>
A loud, extremely awkward cough broke the heavy air.
Vinnie stood near the doorway, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “I really hate to ruin the moment,” he said, adjusting his glasses. “But there is one more document. The transfer deed for Maple Lake Manor needs a signature p>
Eliza pulled back, wiping her wet cheeks with the back of her hand. Dallas kept one arm firmly anchored around her waist as she turned back to the desk.
𝖩𝗼і𝘯 𝘁𝘩𝗼𝘶s𝘢ոd𝗌 𝗼𝘧 𝗳𝗮𝘯𝘀 on ѕ.𝗰𝘰𝘮
She picked up the heavy gold fountain pen and stared at the dotted line.
For months, she had fought to keep her identity separate, clinging to her maiden name as a shield. She didn’t need a shield anymore. But this wasn’t about abandoning her identity — it was about arming it. The name Koch was a fortress, and inside it, Eliza Solomon could finally fight for her family’s legacy without fear.
She pressed the nib to the paper and crossed out the typed name Eliza Solomon with one sharp, decisive line.
Right next to it, she signed her name.
Eliza Koch.
It was the first time she had ever used his last name on a legal document.
Dallas stared at the fresh ink. His pupils dilated so fast his eyes looked entirely black. A muscle feathered in his cheek, and a look of pure, unadulterated ecstasy washed over his pale face.
He snatched the paper off the desk with a speed that defied his injuries, holding it like a sacred text. “Vinnie,” Dallas commanded, his voice a low, possessive rumble vibrating with newfound life, “make a certified copy for the clerk. The original goes in my private safe p>
Vinnie gave a single, solemn nod — understanding this was not a whim, but a ritual. The act of a king securing his queen.
The heavy, suffocating tension that had plagued them for weeks finally shattered.
Dallas let out a low, rumbling laugh. He guided Eliza away from the desk, gently helping her settle onto the plush leather sofa, then crouched down in front of her, ignoring the protest of his injured back. He placed his large, warm palm directly over her noticeably swollen abdomen and stayed there for a moment, feeling the steady heat radiating from her skin.
“Since we aren’t leaving the country,” Dallas said, his tone shifting back to that of the ruthless CEO, “we need to discuss the new security protocols.” His eyes hardened, storm clouds gathering in his irises.
Before he could elaborate, the office door opened.