Boys as an Inheritance. Save My Love

"You’ll be my wife," Victor says flatly.

He doesn’t ask or order—he simply states it as a fact, glancing at the clock as if every second is counted.

"But we hardly know each other. And I don’t love you."

"You know my children, and they’ve attached to you. That’s what matters. You don’t need to love me. Under no circumstances," he frowns, knitting his brows. "You just have to obey me."

"Did you mistake the office?" I point at the open door with my hand. "And you’ve mistaken the girl. This isn’t your workplace, and I’m not your secretary."

"I didn’t make a mistake. I know everything about you. I’ll help your mother, and you’ll marry me," he issues an ultimatum. "In a short time you must become the guardian of my twin sons. Later you’ll inherit everything: real estate, business, assets. Of course, temporarily. When the boys turn eighteen, they’ll take over their rights."

"I don’t understand. The boys are five now… And where will you be during all this time?"

"It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry—you won’t have to put up with me for long."