"You only need to be my wife," he answered.
She jerked back, heart hammering.
"Your wife?" The words felt unreal. Santiago could have any woman he wanted—someone of his caliber, beautiful, powerful, or high-status. She was none of those things. She had nothing but debts and a baby on the way.
"And the debts," he added smoothly. "We'll clear them all. A clean slate. What do you think?"
The offer hung in the air, heavier than any mission he had ever given her. Erasing her debts. Saving the girls who had once been like her. Destroying Carlos Eduardo. It was more than she had ever dared to dream.
"Just… your wife?" she asked again, needing certainty that she wasn't stepping into something worse than the mess she was already in.
"Yes," he said simply.
At that moment, Dante entered silently and set a cup of coffee on the low table beside Santiago.
