Kayla
"Damien, it's too much," I whispered. The weight of the price tag was making me dizzy. "Fifty million? You can't just spend that on a necklace for a... for me."
"It’s an investment, Kayla," he said coolly. "High-end jewelry never loses value."
I let out a long sigh. My heart thumping against my ribs in a way that felt unnatural. I looked into his silver eyes, trying to find the catch. "So, this is just a big part of the performance? To make sure everyone thinks we're the real deal?"
He leaned closer, the scent of his woodsy cologne wrapping around me. "I bought it because I think you are worth owning something like this," he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "Showing off the 'perfect' relationship to the press is just a bonus."
He stood up, offering his hand. "It’s time
