The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Chapter 41

She hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that he was hiding something from her, though.

Per favore, not another woman.

Do. Not. Trust.

How she could she trust him? She didn’t know how.

She did know that she wanted to. She wanted to believe he would treat her with respect, that maybe one day...

A rap on her door jolted her out of the trance she’d worked herself into.

It was probably a member of staff, come to escort her to the chapel. The sweet girl who brought her breakfast every morning had been shocked when Alessandra had told her she would be walking to the chapel alone.

Always alone.

How she wished she’d swallowed her pride and called her brother and begged him to come. Deep inside, a part of her had believed he would come, that he wouldn’t leave her to do this alone. That he’d forgive her.

This was his flesh and blood growing in her belly, the very reason she and Christian were prepared to take this ultimate step.

Alone or not, she should have left already.

Her stomach clenched.

at the

didn’t have to do this. She could step out onto her balcony, unfold the emergency stairs and escape. Everyone was at the chapel. The staff was busy organising all the celebrations. It could

face when he

humiliation and would never intentionally inflict

at some point in the future, he or she learned what

that someone stood on the other

over, she opened it, pulling a smile onto her face that dropped as soon

in a morning suit, stood

a moment she didn’t say

she burst into

* * *

with Zayed and Stefan at his side, his two best men—or, as they were

Where was she?

traditional for the bride to be late but half an hour? If Stefan hadn’t taken his phone from him after Christian had texted her to say he was at the chapel, he would have called and demanded to

him momentarily to

face. Beside him sat his wife, Tanya, and three of

must have

His stomach curled.

done that

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