My Billion-Dollar Fiancée Forced My 7-Year-Old Daughter to Eat From a Dog Bowl—So I Played the Footage at Our Engagement P
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Chapter 9 / 10
Chapter 9 - The Engagement RingTwo years later, I met someone new.
Her name was Natalie.
She didn't care about my money.
She didn't care about the company.
She cared about Lily.
Before I proposed, I asked my daughter.
“Would you be okay if Natalie became part of our family?”
Lily thought carefully.
“Does she love you?”
“Yes.”
“Does she love me?”
“Yes.”
“Does she know about Mommy?”
“Yes.”
“Then yes.”
I smiled.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded.
“But one rule.”
“What?”
“No dog bowls.”
I laughed so hard I cried.
“Absolutely.”
Natalie became part of our family slowly.
No pretending.
No forced perfection.
Just honesty.
Lily eventually called her Natalie.
Sometimes Mom.
Only when she wanted.
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Nobody forced anything.
And that was exactly why it worked.
