Royal Baby: Forced Wife, Royal Love-Child / Cavelli's Lost Heir / Prince of Montéz, Pregnant Mistress. Sabrina Philips
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as you so clinically put it, in order to assure that outcome?’
Her eyes sparked with indignation, their hazel lights suddenly flashing gold as if someone had thrown a switch, though her skin was still deathly pale and her voice was still rough and raw. ‘As it happens I haven’t had a chance to consider my options, but just what kind of person do you think I am?’
‘It doesn’t matter what type of person I think you are. What matters is what you plan on doing with my child.’
‘And I’m supposed to believe you care? Don’t bother. I promise not to go to the papers or get in the way of your precious princess hunt.’
‘No.’
‘What do you mean, “no”?’
‘It means that’s not good enough. I will not allow another generation of Lombardi bastard children to be cast aside as if they are not family. There is only one solution.’
She rolled her head from side to side against the pillow. ‘You can share access, if that’s what you want. I can hardly deny a child access to its father.’
‘I’m glad you understand that. And there is no better way to share access …’ he smiled, amazed at how neatly the whole thing fitted together—a woman he had no trouble desiring, already pregnant with his child, and an end to Sebastiano’s endless round of prospective wife interviews, all rolled into one neat solution ‘… than to make you my wife.’
CHAPTER SIX
IF SIENNA hadn’t been lying down, her knees would have given way beneath her. As it was, the breath was punched from her lungs. He couldn’t be serious!
‘You have to be joking. There’s no reason on earth why I should marry you.’
‘It is the only solution. I need a wife and an heir.’
‘You need a princess, not a pilot. You need someone off that list of titled wannabes.’
‘But you have something they can only promise. You have conveniently proven your ability to conceive.’
‘Forget it. There’s no way I’m marrying you just because I’m pregnant. No way in the world.’
‘You need not be frightened of the royalty angle. You will be coached in our language and history.’
‘I wouldn’t say yes even if you weren’t a prince! A baby is no basis for a marriage. I would never do that to a child.’
‘And yet you would be happy to let that child grow up without its father. How is that fairer?’
‘You can’t force me to do this. Your father never married your mother simply because she was pregnant.’
‘He didn’t think he needed to. He already had his heir and a spare. My sister and I were surplus to requirements.’
‘But your mother—’
‘Had no choice! She received a substantial settlement and an annual pension on the condition she never returned to Montvelatte, and she never told anyone who her children’s father was.’
Sienna threw back her chin. ‘I would be more than happy to comply with the same conditions. For nothing. It wouldn’t cost you a thing.’
He shook his head. ‘You are kidding yourself. There is no way I would allow you to bring up our child in near poverty.’
‘I have a job!’
‘For how long? How can you fly in the condition you found yourself this morning? How long do you think anyone will employ a pilot who could faint at any minute? Who in their right mind would want to fly with you?’
‘I have some savings. I’ll take time off. Morning sickness doesn’t last forever.’
‘And after the baby comes, how do you expect to keep working when you have a child to care for?’
‘Like plenty of other woman in my situation do. I’ll cope.’
‘Not with my child. Simply coping is not an option. How long do you think you’ll keep the origins of your baby secret?’
‘Your mother obviously managed to.’
‘More than thirty years ago when there was still a measure of respect for privacy. Whereas these days, any hint of scandal, any hint of a royal baby born out of wedlock and the paparazzi will come baying at your door. How long do you think you can hide the truth?’
‘I won’t tell anyone if you won’t!’
‘And when I marry and have a wife and a family, and then the truth inevitably comes out because of something the doctor today tells his secretary or his wife, you would be happy to humiliate the woman I married with the news that I already had a child? How do you think that would look splashed across the gutter press? How do you think this child will feel when he learns that he was the rightful heir of Montvelatte and you denied him that birthright?’
‘Why do you assume it will be a boy?’
‘It doesn’t matter. Girl or boy, you will be denying this child its place in the Montvelattian monarchy.’
‘Only if it finds out. And who is going to tell?’
His arms came down on the bed either side of her, his face bare inches from her own, and it was all she could do not to cower back into the pillows at the anger and pain so starkly reflected in his features.
‘I will tell. Do not think you can deny me access to my child simply because you would rather forget who his father is. I am not like my father. I will not abandon a child I sired or hide it away merely because I was not married to its mother.’
Sienna watched his eyes while he made his speech, watched the way the pain coursed so deeply through them. He’d missed out on having a father all his life. He’d been cast away, exiled with his mother, unwanted by the father who’d sired him.
And he was right. One way or another, no matter how close she played her cards to her chest, there was no way she could shut Rafe out of her child’s life. But in allowing Rafe access to her child, there was no way its parentage could ever be kept secret.
So where did that leave her?
It was all too much to take in. She’d only just discovered she was pregnant, and now he was demanding that she marry him, a man she’d spent one short night with and the last twenty-four hours trying to get away from, a man who would, without a second thought, bully her into a marriage she neither wanted nor needed.
A shotgun wedding, just like her mother’s. Except this time there were no parents holding a gun to Rafe’s head to persuade him to do the right thing by their daughter. This time it was Rafe holding a gun to her head.
Was it because it was the right thing to do by their child? Or was it simply because it was convenient to him?
Either way, his wanting to marry her clearly had nothing to do with her.
‘You can’t make me do this.’ She’d wanted to sound strong and sure but her voice came out sounding more like a plea.
‘It’s the only thing to do. I’ll inform Sebastiano and have him make the necessary arrangements.’
The necessary arrangements? Rafe had it sounding like a royal wedding was no more hassle than a trip to the local corner store.
‘No! I haven’t agreed to anything. You can’t make me do this.’
‘You have no choice.’
‘I have a choice! I’m leaving and you can’t stop me.’ She scooted to the other side of the bed, swinging her legs over the side and pushing herself off, but he was already there, standing in front of here like a storm cloud, angry and potent and thunderous. But the hand he put to her face was gentle and warm, and she trembled into his touch. His eyes studied her