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Emmaline POV 

I leave the room with as much grace as I can muster, but the moment the door clicks shut behind me, I let out a quiet exhale. My heart is racing.

He actually agreed.

I thought he'd pick Sector Z. I was prepared for rejection, for him to scoff at the absurdity of my offer, maybe even call me crazy—which, honestly, wouldn't be entirely unfair. But instead, he sat there, violet eyes dark and unreadable, and said the words I hadn't even dared to hope for.

"I choose the third option."

A shiver runs down my spine. Not from cold, for once, but from the sheer weight of the moment. He chose me.

Well, technically, he chose the wealth, power, and luxury that comes with marrying me, but that's just a small detail we'll conveniently ignore for now.