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Mr. Rhodes, Your Dead Fiancée Is Pregnant

Chapter 2

Word Count: 1034 | Released on: Today at 16:35

ericano, black, no sugar. It was

caught a whiff of the roasted espresso and her stomach turned. She lift

s, her smile warm and polite. "You look pal

her gaze squarely. "And if I were?

was joking. I know you can't be. Lu

the rim. Stella stared at her, her voice low and flat. "So you invited

s from Rome. Someone blackmailed me with them. He demanded ten million dollars and said he had video too. I pai

ose photos to every word out of your mouth ri

. "I'm not provoking you, I swear. Everyone thinks I dumped Luc after col

Rhodes respects Luc's choices mor

I was born unable to have children. Luc is the sole heir to the Rhodes fort

u're the most suitable wife he could ask for, and that he'll give you the title and a family. I do

htened around her

asking for a title! I just want to stay beside him quietly. Please

id sh

m begging y

he rest of her lemon water

ing as water dripped

"You want me to bless your affair? With wha

her face, her

sentence," Stella said, picking up her purse. "If you really have that hold on him, tell Lucian to call off

to walk pas

d up from her seat and gra

hoved her with everything she had, aiming her st

hips at the last second to miss the wood, and planted her heel. Pivotin

gh the quiet café at the exact moment

les

ed and looked

doorway, the high back of the booth would have hidden Celeste's shov

looked at the red print blooming on Celeste's wet fa

yourself,

tick onto her mouth two hours ago. Her lips

regardless of the reason."

ell

tears mixing with the lemon water on her cheeks. "It's my fault. I said t

d back, and he

before she hit the

his arms and turned toward the door without a

e pulled out his phone

ry another woman out into the street. She didn't loo

Your

d hesitantly, holding out a sta

hand. A clean, three-inch gash was welling w

tile was a tiny, razor-thin craft blade, stained red at the tip. C

ked it into her purse, and stood up. She pressed a

ve cameras

Chapter End

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Mr. Rhodes, Your Dead Fiancée Is Pregnant

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“The same hour I got my pregnancy results, someone sent me photos of my fiancé kissing his first love on the Spanish Steps. I gave him three chances anyway. At the airport, I asked him to go public. He said there was no need. At dinner, I asked him to marry me at City Hall the next morning. He said I was acting out. Then I told him I was carrying his baby. Lucian Rhodes, the richest man in New York, the man who had proposed to me on one knee a month earlier, looked at me like a stranger. "I had a vasectomy two years ago. Watching you pretend to love me is disgusting." He slammed the door. The candles went out. I sat on the marble floor in the dark and bled. A week later I came back. Red lips, a resignation letter, a miscarriage report, and two cases of cash. My half of everything he had ever spent on me. "Three years, split fifty-fifty." On my arm was my new husband. On my way out, I told Lucian the only true thing I had ever said to him. "I never faked loving you. You called that disgusting. That's the one thing I won't forgive." Then I boarded my family's private jet. An hour later, he learned who I really was: the runaway daughter of a European banking dynasty, promised from birth to a crown prince. He learned his vasectomy had failed. He was on the airstair of his own jet, about to chase me across the Atlantic, when the news broke. My plane had gone down at sea. No survivors. The world lit candles for me. He coughed up blood on the tarmac. And on a private island in the Caribbean, with his baby growing inside me, I turned off the news and finished my mango.”