The Millionaire Faked an Accident to Test His Fiancée and Twins — Then the Maid Did the Unthinkable

Marcus took a slow breath. “You offered me a room,” he said. “Your savings. Your safety. When you thought I had nothing.”

Naomi didn’t speak.

Marcus’s voice thickened. “I can’t repay that with a paycheck.”

Naomi’s shoulders tensed, bracing for something she didn’t want.

Marcus held up a hand gently. “Not charity,” he said. “Justice.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a document. Not a contract. Not a trap.

A single page.

“I had Elliot draft a new employment agreement,” Marcus said. “Fair wage. Health insurance. Paid leave. College tuition assistance if you want it. And a trust fund for the twins that you will co-manage with me for the next five years.”

Naomi stared. “Co-manage?”

Marcus nodded. “I don’t trust my own judgment right now,” he admitted. “And I trust yours.”

Naomi’s eyes flashed. “You barely know me.”

Marcus’s voice stayed steady. “I know what you did when you thought no one was watching,” he said. “I know what you did when you had nothing to gain.”

Naomi looked down at the paper, then at the sleeping boys.

Her throat moved as she swallowed.

“I’m not doing this to become part of your world,” she said quietly.

Marcus nodded. “I don’t want you trapped in my world,” he said. “I want my world to deserve people like you.”

Naomi’s laugh was small and bitter. “That’s a tall order.”

Marcus’s gaze softened. “Then I’ll start small,” he said. “With my house. With my sons. With myself.”

For the first time since the accident, Naomi’s expression loosened, just a fraction.

She didn’t say yes immediately.

She didn’t say thank you like a performance.

She simply said, “I’ll think about it.”

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