Roman didn't wait for a grand ballroom or a high-society gala.

He walked around the walnut desk, sank to one knee on the hardwood floor before her, and opened the velvet box.

Inside rested a magnificent ten-carat emerald-cut diamond ring set in platinum, glowing brilliant under the morning sunlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Sadi Vance," Roman said, his deep baritone thick with an absolute, uncompromising devotion that made her eyes fill with tears. "You saved me from a trap. You stood beside me in the fire. And you showed me what it means to truly trust someone."

He looked up into her green eyes, his face filled with pure, raw love.

"Will you do me the honor of being my wife, my partner, and the Queen of my life?"

Sadi covered her mouth with both hands, tears of pure, unadulterated joy spilling over her lashes. She looked down at the man who had bought her mother’s debts, given her back her mind, and loved her with every beat of his heart.

"Yes, Roman!" Sadi cried out softly, her voice ringing clear through the executive suite. "Yes!"

Roman stood up, sliding the magnificent ring onto her finger, pulling her into his broad arms, and lifting her off her feet as he kissed her deeply—a long, passionate kiss that sealed their love forever.