Unwrapping The Innocent's Secret (Secret Heirs 0f Billionaires) by Caitlin Crews

Author:Caitlin Crews [Crews, Caitlin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Mother-To-Be, Sensual Story Theme, Hearts Desire, Lifetime Love, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Love-Family & Forever, Small Town & Rural Area, Action & Adventure, Christmas Holidays & Celebration, Christmas Time, Holiday Whimsy, Festive Season, Winter Weather, Secret Heirs 0f Billionaires, Family & Domestic Life, Accidental Pregnancy, Expected Mother, Billionaire Tycoon
Publisher: Harlequin Presents; Original edition
Published: 2019-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

PASCAL SHOULD PROBABLY not have taken quite so much satisfaction in seeing her pale.

But then, he had never pretended to be a good man. Save the months he’d spent here, that was, when he hadn’t known if he would live through it—and even then, only until the end of it. When he proved himself as lost to decency as ever.

“That is never going to happen,” Cecilia threw at him through bloodless lips.

Her hands were in fists in her lap, and she was curled toward him as if she imagined she might take a swing at him.

He almost wished she would.

“It will happen if I want it to happen,” he told her, pitiless and very, very certain. “I’m a very wealthy man, cara. And wealth is power whether you like it or not, even up here in this valley time has forgotten. Do you really think you could best me in court if I did not allow it?”

“Now we’re going to court?” Her voice was fainter then, her color even more pale.

And he almost felt sorry for her; he really did. But he had been here too long, with nothing to do but think through all the possibilities—and he’d concluded there was really only one. Only one possible ending to this situation that gave everyone involved what they wanted. Him more than her, perhaps, but then, he hadn’t concealed a child from her.

Cecilia hadn’t reached the same conclusion yet. But Pascal couldn’t say he disliked the opportunity to teach her a lesson as she made her way toward the only possible outcome.

Especially because she still haunted him. Even when he knew what she’d done. Even when she refused to let him meet his own son. None of that seemed to matter when he dreamed of her soft mouth, her honey-colored hair. Those eyes of violet that should not have been possible, and yet were perfectly natural.

She haunted him even now, when she was in the same room, dressed like the date he’d wished he’d had while spending all of that energy looking for an appropriate wife. She didn’t look like a cleaner tonight. She was dressed with a simple elegance that made him want to press his mouth to her collarbone, then bury himself inside her, the only way he could take part in that kind of sophisticated poetry.

It had occurred to him at some point over the past few days that he had been unable to find the perfect wife when he’d looked because he’d already met her. He’d asked her to marry him and she’d refused him, but that was just as well, because it had given him time to understand that his reaction to seeing Dante on that field was just that. A reaction.

He had waited. And he had vowed, with every passing day, that she would marry him as he wished. And she would pay.

Over and over again, until he was satisfied.

And Pascal was rarely satisfied.

“I will do anything and everything I have to do,” he told her now, with a quiet intensity he could see rocked her.

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