The Greek's Pregnant Bride

She didn’t bother to hide her scorn. ‘Money.’ The only thing he enjoyed more than bedding women.

His blue eyes flashed sharply. ‘No. A legacy. But even if I didn’t have the wealth I would still want us to marry. I know what it’s like growing up without a father and I will not have my child go through that. I want my child to have my name and know he—or she—is mine.’

How did he do it? No wonder he was reputed to be one of the greatest financial minds in the world. Money was what Christian dealt with every day, a world-renowned financial genius advising all the major corporations in all the different sectors.

She’d spent days agonising over all the possible details. He’d grasped the situation and dissected all the permutations in an instant. Having only known him as her brother’s friend, she’d never appreciated this side of him before.

She appreciated it even less now.

‘You can still be a father to our child without marriage.’

‘And you can still be a single mother without any support other than financially,’ he said, a warning note coming into his voice.

already told you, I don’t need or

what’s right here. I don’t want to force your hand but I have to

remark. He didn’t blame her. Right then

of marriage would have made him run all the way to

not fair,’ she

well; it was the whole reason he was demanding this from her. ‘Marriage needn’t be a prison for either of us. You can

generous of you. You’re welcome to carry on with your

understanding the place of fear it came from. If he felt his world had just turned on its axis he could only imagine how it

their baby he was thinking of. Christian had grown up knowing somewhere out there was the man who had fathered him but

been a painful knowledge. He would never put his own child through that. His

rest a protective hand against her still-flat stomach, he could see

His responsibility. Their responsibility,