I’m supposed to marry her for the alliance.
One dinner. One signature. One convenient merger dressed up as love.
She walks in hating me on sight—jaw tight, eyes blazing, every inch the brilliant Black queen who’d rather burn her degrees than kneel for a man like me.
Good.
I like the fight.
I like the way she argues back when I push.
I like how her pulse jumps when I crowd her space and whisper exactly what I’ll do once she’s mine.
She thinks this is fake.
She thinks I’m just another rich asshole playing chess with her life.
Until one slip.
Until the test lines turn pink.
Until the baby growing inside her makes every lie we told each other shatter.
Now she’s carrying my heir.
Now I’m not letting her run.
Not from me.
Not from this.
Not ever.
She may have married me for her father’s empire.
But this baby?
Well...this baby ain’t fake.
And neither is the way I’m about to ruin her for anyone else.
The epidural is optional. My last name isn't.
Read on for forced proximity, arranged-marriage heat, secret-baby obsession, filthy billionaire possession, and an heir who’ll burn the world down to keep his queen and his child. HEA guaranteed!
Genre: Romance
One dinner. One signature. One convenient merger dressed up as love.
She walks in hating me on sight—jaw tight, eyes blazing, every inch the brilliant Black queen who’d rather burn her degrees than kneel for a man like me.
Good.
I like the fight.
I like the way she argues back when I push.
I like how her pulse jumps when I crowd her space and whisper exactly what I’ll do once she’s mine.
She thinks this is fake.
She thinks I’m just another rich asshole playing chess with her life.
Until one slip.
Until the test lines turn pink.
Until the baby growing inside her makes every lie we told each other shatter.
Now she’s carrying my heir.
Now I’m not letting her run.
Not from me.
Not from this.
Not ever.
She may have married me for her father’s empire.
But this baby?
Well...this baby ain’t fake.
And neither is the way I’m about to ruin her for anyone else.
The epidural is optional. My last name isn't.
Read on for forced proximity, arranged-marriage heat, secret-baby obsession, filthy billionaire possession, and an heir who’ll burn the world down to keep his queen and his child. HEA guaranteed!
Genre: Romance
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