The Greek's Pregnant Bride

‘Shall I make it easy for you?’ he said quietly. ‘How about if I were to tell you that I love you? Would that make it easier for you to say the words?’

Her chest hitched as she gave a sharp nod, still not speaking.

‘I love you.’

One solitary tear did break free, trickling down her cheek. He wiped it with his thumb.

‘I’ve spent many hours these past couple of weeks looking at those photos you took of me. You see something in me no one else can. The thing I never wanted you or anyone to see.’

‘What thing?’ she whispered.

who grew up

‘You’re not...’

lips, though the sound of her outrage warmed the coldness inside him. ‘I’ve been fighting to stop you getting too close since before our wedding night because I knew you were so near to seeing what’s inside me. I thought it would repel you as it does my mother. I knew when you spoke of love in our apartment what you were trying to tell me, but I

dug her nails into his skin. ‘You are not a gutter rat.

everything in my power to give it to you—if you’ll let me. I love you and I don’t want

felt a whoosh of air leave her body. He

He loved her?

He loved her!

else. I told myself I would marry

the power to hurt you?’ she whispered, gazing at the man she loved so

my life and nestled straight into my heart and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I used to fear that falling in love with someone would curse them,