Signed To Be His Wife - Chapter 23: Chapter 23
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The sun had fully risen over the rooftops of Fez by the time the dust settled. Sirens still echoed in the distance, but inside the compound, there was only silence—thick, heavy, and hard-earned.
Amara stood in the entryway, staring at the now-deserted vault where Victor had once ruled like a ghost king.
She couldn’t believe it was over.
Her mother sat on a medical stretcher nearby, wrapped in a blanket, her face pale but calm. Dominic was speaking with Interpol officials across the room, signing statements and answering rapid-fire questions. Nolan flanked the hallway, keeping an eye on security, while Gideon and Tamara worked to secure their encrypted data drives.
The team had made it out. Scarred, but not broken.
Amara stepped outside, letting the morning light soak into her skin. The sun felt... real again. Like a promise kept.
Dominic appeared beside her. “How’s your mom?”
“Better now. She’s strong.”
“So is her daughter.”
She gave a tired smile. “I feel like I’ve aged ten years in a month.”
He chuckled softly. “You still look exactly like the girl who walked into my office demanding a cleaning job.”
She arched a brow. “I was tricked into that job, remember?”
“And I was tricked into thinking you were ordinary.”
Their laughter faded into a shared silence—comfortable, tender, and overdue.
Later that day, the team boarded a private flight out of Morocco. Destination: Geneva.
A legal team from the UN had requested their presence to testify before an emergency tribunal on financial corruption and global black-market surveillance networks.
It wasn’t the end of the journey, but it was the beginning of a very different life.
Amara sat beside Dominic in the jet cabin. Across from them, Tamara was already asleep, head against the window. Gideon, still wired, was typing feverishly.
“You ever imagine this?” she asked Dominic quietly. “A life like this?”
He exhaled. “Not this exact path. But I always wanted out. Away from the boardrooms, the backstabbing deals, the fake handshakes.”
“Victor made you CEO.”
“And you reminded me I could be more than his successor.”
She looked at him. “What will you do now?”
“I’ve resigned. Officially. Hart Enterprises will dissolve its ties with every shell corporation. And the rest... I think I’ll rebuild. Honestly this time.”
“And me?”
“You saved my life, Amara. And the lives of people you’ve never even met. Whatever comes next, I want to face it with you.”
In Geneva, things moved quickly.
Interpol took Victor into international custody.
Clara, having cooperated, entered a protection program with full immunity. Nolan stayed on as her handler—though not without suspicion.
The world erupted with coverage. News stations called Amara “the whistleblower queen.”
Hart Enterprises stock plummeted overnight, but Dominic didn’t flinch. For once, he welcomed the collapse.
On their second night in Geneva, Amara sat alone on the hotel rooftop, watching city lights shimmer on Lake Geneva’s surface.
She didn’t hear Dominic come up behind her.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Too many thoughts. I keep wondering... what if I hadn’t opened that contract?”
Dominic sat beside her. “You’d still be brilliant. But the world wouldn’t have changed.”
She leaned against him. “And what about you? Any regrets?”
He wrapped an arm around her. “Only that I didn’t meet you sooner.”
She tilted her head. “You say that like you mean it.”
“I do.”
He pulled something from his pocket. A small velvet box.
Amara’s breath caught.
He opened it slowly—inside was a ring. Simple, elegant, gold with a single sapphire.
“No grand speeches,” he said. “Just this—stay. Not because of the past. But for the future we’ve earned.”
Tears brimmed in her eyes. “You’re serious?”
“I’ve never been more serious.”
She took the ring from the box, held it gently, then met his gaze. “Yes. For everything that comes next.”
Three weeks later...
The world had changed.
The tribunal held thirty-nine governments accountable. Six companies dissolved. Entire intelligence networks were reconstructed.
And Amara?
She published her story.
A best-selling memoir titled .
It opened with one line:
“What began as a mistake became the most honest love I’ve ever known.”
She didn’t sugarcoat the pain, the fear, or the grief. But she also didn’t hide the joy—the truth that grew in the dark and survived it.
She and Dominic didn’t need a lavish wedding. They married quietly, on a hillside overlooking Florence. Just the two of them. Nolan signed as witness. Tamara wept through the entire ceremony. Gideon live-streamed it to no one, then deleted it an hour later.
Amara started a foundation in her father’s name—protecting whistleblowers and fighting surveillance abuse. Dominic poured his wealth into transparency tech. The past didn’t vanish, but it made the future brighter.
A
nd in that future, they held each other. Every night. Every sunrise.
No more pretending.
No more secrets.
Just love. Earned.
Amara stood in the entryway, staring at the now-deserted vault where Victor had once ruled like a ghost king.
She couldn’t believe it was over.
Her mother sat on a medical stretcher nearby, wrapped in a blanket, her face pale but calm. Dominic was speaking with Interpol officials across the room, signing statements and answering rapid-fire questions. Nolan flanked the hallway, keeping an eye on security, while Gideon and Tamara worked to secure their encrypted data drives.
The team had made it out. Scarred, but not broken.
Amara stepped outside, letting the morning light soak into her skin. The sun felt... real again. Like a promise kept.
Dominic appeared beside her. “How’s your mom?”
“Better now. She’s strong.”
“So is her daughter.”
She gave a tired smile. “I feel like I’ve aged ten years in a month.”
He chuckled softly. “You still look exactly like the girl who walked into my office demanding a cleaning job.”
She arched a brow. “I was tricked into that job, remember?”
“And I was tricked into thinking you were ordinary.”
Their laughter faded into a shared silence—comfortable, tender, and overdue.
Later that day, the team boarded a private flight out of Morocco. Destination: Geneva.
A legal team from the UN had requested their presence to testify before an emergency tribunal on financial corruption and global black-market surveillance networks.
It wasn’t the end of the journey, but it was the beginning of a very different life.
Amara sat beside Dominic in the jet cabin. Across from them, Tamara was already asleep, head against the window. Gideon, still wired, was typing feverishly.
“You ever imagine this?” she asked Dominic quietly. “A life like this?”
He exhaled. “Not this exact path. But I always wanted out. Away from the boardrooms, the backstabbing deals, the fake handshakes.”
“Victor made you CEO.”
“And you reminded me I could be more than his successor.”
She looked at him. “What will you do now?”
“I’ve resigned. Officially. Hart Enterprises will dissolve its ties with every shell corporation. And the rest... I think I’ll rebuild. Honestly this time.”
“And me?”
“You saved my life, Amara. And the lives of people you’ve never even met. Whatever comes next, I want to face it with you.”
In Geneva, things moved quickly.
Interpol took Victor into international custody.
Clara, having cooperated, entered a protection program with full immunity. Nolan stayed on as her handler—though not without suspicion.
The world erupted with coverage. News stations called Amara “the whistleblower queen.”
Hart Enterprises stock plummeted overnight, but Dominic didn’t flinch. For once, he welcomed the collapse.
On their second night in Geneva, Amara sat alone on the hotel rooftop, watching city lights shimmer on Lake Geneva’s surface.
She didn’t hear Dominic come up behind her.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Too many thoughts. I keep wondering... what if I hadn’t opened that contract?”
Dominic sat beside her. “You’d still be brilliant. But the world wouldn’t have changed.”
She leaned against him. “And what about you? Any regrets?”
He wrapped an arm around her. “Only that I didn’t meet you sooner.”
She tilted her head. “You say that like you mean it.”
“I do.”
He pulled something from his pocket. A small velvet box.
Amara’s breath caught.
He opened it slowly—inside was a ring. Simple, elegant, gold with a single sapphire.
“No grand speeches,” he said. “Just this—stay. Not because of the past. But for the future we’ve earned.”
Tears brimmed in her eyes. “You’re serious?”
“I’ve never been more serious.”
She took the ring from the box, held it gently, then met his gaze. “Yes. For everything that comes next.”
Three weeks later...
The world had changed.
The tribunal held thirty-nine governments accountable. Six companies dissolved. Entire intelligence networks were reconstructed.
And Amara?
She published her story.
A best-selling memoir titled .
It opened with one line:
“What began as a mistake became the most honest love I’ve ever known.”
She didn’t sugarcoat the pain, the fear, or the grief. But she also didn’t hide the joy—the truth that grew in the dark and survived it.
She and Dominic didn’t need a lavish wedding. They married quietly, on a hillside overlooking Florence. Just the two of them. Nolan signed as witness. Tamara wept through the entire ceremony. Gideon live-streamed it to no one, then deleted it an hour later.
Amara started a foundation in her father’s name—protecting whistleblowers and fighting surveillance abuse. Dominic poured his wealth into transparency tech. The past didn’t vanish, but it made the future brighter.
A
nd in that future, they held each other. Every night. Every sunrise.
No more pretending.
No more secrets.
Just love. Earned.
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