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

Naomi’s eyes held his, steady and serious. “But you did,” she said. “And now you know something else too.”

Marcus waited.

Naomi’s voice softened. “You know what kind of man you want to be.”

Marcus swallowed, the truth heavy in his throat. “I’m trying,” he said.

Naomi nodded once. “Good,” she said. “Because those boys don’t need a titan. They need a father.”

Marcus blinked, and for a moment, his eyes shone with something that wasn’t power.

It was gratitude.

10. Legacy

A year after the accident-that-wasn’t, Marcus hosted a small gathering in his home.

No cameras. No donors. No performances.

Just people.

The twins ran through the living room in sock feet, laughing so loudly it felt like the house itself was learning to breathe again.

Naomi carried a tray of lemonade and cookies—not because she was a maid, but because she liked feeding people she cared about.

Marcus stood by the window, watching his sons chase each other, watching Naomi smile when she thought no one was looking.

Elliot came to stand beside him.

“You got what you wanted,” Elliot said quietly.

Marcus didn’t answer right away. Then he said, “I got what I needed.”

Elliot’s gaze flicked to Naomi. “She’s something,” he said.

Marcus nodded. “She’s a mirror,” he said softly. “The kind that doesn’t flatter you.”

Elliot laughed under his breath. “Those are rare.”

Marcus watched Naomi kneel to tie one twin’s shoelace—patient, gentle, steady.

“Real loyalty,” Marcus said, almost to himself, “doesn’t wear diamonds.”

Elliot’s expression turned thoughtful. “No,” he agreed. “It wears courage.”

Marcus’s throat tightened.

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