Love's Captive: Pregnant With The Tycoon's Heir

cow to the glass skyscrapers of Wall Street, time was the only currency he could not manufacture. Yet at this very moment, seated at t

claim to fame was an electronics factory that, until an hour a

nd he had no intention of drinking it. His icy gaze, a blue so pale and piercing it seemed carved from a glacier, swept across the country club's p

in an ill-fitting suit, signed the last of the transfer documents. His hands t

y. Miller had made a series of bad financial decisions and drowned in debt. Nikolai had simply smelled blood in the wat

e local lawyer stammered, sliding the leather folder ac

nd, the platinum of his Rolex glinting under the yellow light. His head of security

baritone, smooth but weighted with a dark authority that seemed to drop the temperature in the

lai rose to his feet. He buttoned the jacket of his bespoke Brioni suit, a bla

main hall to celebrate... " the mayor of Oak Creek

rs, " Nikolai cut in, not bothering to

r. The stench of fear and desperation, mingled with cheap perfume, was giving him a headache. As he moved down a dim

re money than he could spend in ten lifetimes, a revolving door of beautiful women who warmed his bed and vanished before dawn, and a power

were shattered by a dull t

He looked down with cold, controlled fury, expecting to find some clumsy

e was no

igh. She wore a modest but well-made navy dress and little black patent-leather

. He was about to step back in disgust and call for whoever was responsible for this little nuisa

reful, Mr. Giant." "Yo

ority for someone barely three feet tall. Nikolai, the man who could ma

rl's audacity th

he tilted her face

iled-gave a violent lurch against his ribs. The air left

arrogance he saw in his own mirror every morning.

d so cruelly clear they looked like fragments of a Siberian glacier. They were the Volkov eyes. Hi

in his ears. Nikolai could only stare at the child. She was, perhaps, four years old. Four. The magnate's calculatin

eant conception had oc

ago. New Yo

l, consuming passion that had made him forget all his rules. A promise whispered

g to the report his secretary Elena had handed him weeks later, had resigned from her position, emptied a bank account, and accepted a job abroad. Nikolai had believed she was

with a gaze that was a perfect genetic m

tal whirlwind. She stomped her little shoe on the worn carpet, her patience wearing

rds. His knees felt weak. Moved by some invisible force, he began to crouch, his expensive suit brushing against the worn carpet. He needed to see her, to

ce that emerged was a hoarse, unrecogni

ith suspicion, taki

" she replied, lifting her chin with

nd-dollar DNA test from a Swiss lab. He knew it in his blood, in his bones, in the

d process the betrayal, the deception, and the blind, volcanic fu

thunder on a

a, I told you not to run out

melody of that voice- sweet, slightly breathless with panic, with the soft, w

lenched into fists so tight his knuckles turned white, his nails digg

ikolai Volkov rose to his full, imposing height. He lifted his head, and his icy blue

ace. The tray she was carrying slipped from her grasp, crashing to

her.

as unmistakably her. And on her face, Nikolai saw no surprise, no confusion. He saw only absolute

o liquid fire. The deception stood before him. They had

ov never, ever f