Chapter 377: Sealed in Fire

Classic Blackwood

The night stretched long and unbroken, every moment sinking deeper into something neither of us could deny. Amal wasn't just a wife in name—not anymore.

She moved with certainty, met me with equal intensity, leaving no room for doubt. The walls between us, built from duty and expectation, crumbled.

As I lay beside her, breath steadying, the silence wasn't awkward. It wasn't forced. It was something else—understanding.

She turned to me, dark eyes searching mine. "So, what now?"

I smirked, brushing my fingers down her arm. "Now, we make them believe this was always the plan."

She arched a brow. "And was it?"

I didn't answer immediately. Because the truth was, I didn't know anymore.

What had started as a calculated game of power, of control, had shifted into something else—something unexpected.

I met her gaze, my smirk fading just slightly. "Does it matter?"

She studied me for a long moment, then simply nodded.

No more questions. No more pretenses.

Tonight, something changed.

And there was no going back.