The Greek's Pregnant Bride

All the same, she had to try and put a little faith in him. He was the father of her child. But then, her own father was the worst liar of all. He’d lied to her mother on her deathbed, promising to care for their children, never to leave them. That had been the biggest lie of all.

The only men she trusted were her brother and her grandfather. It had broken her grieving heart to learn recently that her grandfather had had his own dark secrets.

If it hadn’t been for his death, she would never have slept with Christian. She’d bumped into him in the House of Mondelli headquarters after she’d had a meeting with the fashion director about a campaign she’d been hired to shoot. Christian had turned up to take her brother out but Rocco had been in New York.

She’d been in a bad place, she could see that now, trying to cope with her grief but not having a clue how to manage it. She’d never known pain like it. It still had the power to lance her.

Christian had presented the perfect opportunity for a night out where she could forget her pain for one evening, so she’d talked him into going out with her instead. Not for a minute had she imagined she would fall into bed with him.

But she had done just that and now she had to pay the consequences.

And so did Christian.

She might never be able to trust him but she’d had enough faith, whatever her state of mind, to lose her virginity to him. That had to account for something.

frame was still but his eyes were alert. She couldn’t read them. Couldn’t

remembered those awful days when the

onto his side and grabbed his bourbon and glass. He poured a hefty measure and offered

She shook her head.

muttered, taking a large swallow of it.

champagne during the toasts but that’s

back to the

know. If he refused she didn’t know what she would do other than fall into a crumpled ball. Or

do either. For the sake of

you support our baby and

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Christian’s ears since

her belly, still flat under the lilac of her dress, not a hint that