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.

I don’t need or want

‘I’m trying to do what’s right here. I don’t want to force your hand but I have to think of our child.

watched Alessandra suck her cheeks in at his remark. He didn’t blame her. Right then he was prepared to say whatever it took to

thought of marriage would have made him run all the way to Hong

fair,’ she

knew that all too well; it was the whole reason he was demanding this from her. ‘Marriage needn’t be a prison for

generous of you. You’re welcome to carry

on its axis he could only imagine how it must be for her. She had

Christian had grown up knowing somewhere out there was the man who had

painful knowledge. He would never put his own child through that. His child would grow up feeling loved and secure with two parents who both wanted nothing more than to love and

a protective hand against her still-flat stomach, he could see how deeply she

child. His responsibility. Their