The Greek's Pregnant Bride

‘Why?’

‘Better to let him get it out of his system now than at the wedding.’

‘He’s not coming to the wedding. I’ve told him he’s not welcome.’

Even though the movement hurt, he couldn’t stop the smile forming. ‘You don’t mean that.’

‘Don’t I?’

‘No, you don’t.’ He knew how close the Mondelli siblings were.

‘I told you, I don’t like being told what to do. I’ve had it up to here with my brother thinking he can run my life.’ She slumped onto the single sofa and rubbed her eyes, smudging her make-up. ‘Did you know I always refused to do any work for the House of Mondelli?’

was a shame, as your fashion shoots are some of the best

pleasure flashed over her, quickly replaced by another grimace. ‘A few months ago he asked me to do all the photography for the new launch he was working on. For the first time, I said yes. I thought our relationship had reached the stage where he regarded me as his equal, as Alessandra Mondelli, not

until she tossed her head back and sighed. ‘I love my brother but he has to accept I’m not a child any more. I’m an adult. I make my own decisions. He doesn’t have to like them but he has to at least respect them and if he can’t do that then he

news was a shock to him. He’ll come

if he does.’ She blinked rapidly and swallowed. ‘So much for averting a scandal; how long do you think it’ll be before the press learns

for the press

you with an ice pack stuck to your nose. Have you looked in the mirror?’ She didn’t give him the chance to reply. ‘You’ve already got two black eyes forming. How are

wear exceedingly dark sunglasses. No one will see my

‘That’s not even funny.’

forward and spoke forcefully. ‘There will be no scandal. We will cut the press off at

‘How?’

will