The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland novel Chapter 13

The Rowland Enterprises penthouse office was sleek, cold, and intimidating—much like the man who owned it.

Emily stepped out of the elevator, every inch of her calm exterior carefully arranged. Her soft beige blouse flowed like silk over tailored black pants, her hair pulled into a low knot. There were still traces of the girl who cried last night, but something else sat in her eyes now—steel.

Denovon was seated behind his massive glass desk, typing something on his tablet. He looked up when she entered, and for a moment, his cold blue eyes assessed her.

Then he stood.

"You came," he said.

She nodded, stepping forward until they were just a few feet apart.

"I have my answer," she said softly.

His brow lifted, just slightly. “I’m listening.”

Emily took a breath. “I’ll marry you, Mr. Rowland.”

There was a pause, heavy and silent. Then, Denovon gave a slow nod, a small smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. “I see.”

“But,” she continued, her voice steady, “it won’t be just a marriage of convenience. You said I won’t be at a disadvantage. I’m holding you to that.”

Something in his expression shifted. Not surprise—interest. “Go on.”

“I don’t want charity,” she said, her eyes locking with his. “This isn’t about pity. I want this marriage to give me power—freedom to move, to rebuild my life, my name. I want to stand beside you, not behind you.”

Denovon’s gaze lingered on her for a long moment before he slowly nodded.

“You’ll have it,” he said. “A full legal marriage. No restrictions. No debts between us. My word.”

Emily didn’t smile, but she gave a single, grateful nod. “Then we have a deal.”

“One more thing,” she added, her voice softer now. “I want this marriage to be hidden. For now.”

He tilted his head slightly. “Hidden?”

“Yes. No announcements. No media. I don’t want the world watching or speculating while I regain my footing.” Her voice tightened slightly. “There are people out there who would do anything to destroy me again. Let them think I’m still lost.”

Denovon considered her request. “That means no wedding. Just a certificate.”

“Exactly.”

He folded his arms and leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. “My family will need to know. I don’t hide things from them.”

“I understand,” Emily said quietly. “As long as it stays within that circle.”

He was quiet for a moment more, then said simply, “Done.”

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