Page 58 of The Game: the Billionaire and the Spiked Heel

“You’re my world,” he promised back. “And I hope you like the cottage as it’s my engagement gift. The design studio sold it to me. That’s all for you.”

I hugged him, never wanting to let go.

A house. A whole house. I’d guessed he might have rented it for us while walking around, but a little voice in my head had hoped it was ours. Again and again, he gave me exactly what I wanted deep inside.

When we eventually broke apart, I heard congratulations from everyone, including Elijah’s mum who’d travelled with her sister and Ethan, and had happy tears in her eyes along with apologies about meddling. Including Genie who joked about going into the game herself—she’d heard a rumour about a woman who’d been claimed by not one but two men at the same time. The logistics widened my eyes, but I’d seen close to that when I’d been in that basement myself. But she returned to the tech guy with a softer smile than I’d ever seen on her.

In a small pocket of space, I leaned up and whispered in Elijah’s ear, “I have a surprise for you, too. Follow me.”

His brows lifted, but he obeyed. Instinct had me track down a bathroom. I locked us in and slipped the pregnancy test from my clutch, pressing it into his hand.

He stared at it. Then at me.

“We’ll take it together.”

A few quiet minutes later, the result appeared. Two pink lines.

I’d known. Over a week had passed of me waiting every day, but I was never late. I’d been so sure, but to see it on the test was a new level of joy.

Elijah exhaled slowly. He picked me up and spun me around. “Baby.”

I laughed, resting my forehead against his. “Exactly.”

“You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted just by existing, and now this?” He put his hand to my belly. “The first of four, right?”

I kissed him. The game in the skeleton crew’s warehouse had given me so much.

A man who chased me. A life that scared me. And a prize worth winning with the best thirty days of my life.

Turned out I didn’t just win the game. I won the whole damn life.

The End.