Pregnant By My Husband In Disguise

dissected her. They lingered on the silk sca

t was a frantic bird beating against her ribs. Her

e spoke to his assistant, his voice devoid o

doors began to close, his eyes met Chloe's for a fraction of a second

lway was silent, amplifying the s

?" Alistair's voice was quiet, but it cut th

in steady. The first lie came out, thin and brittle.

ly perceptible movement that was more of a sn

t. Not yet. He simply

f their own accord, her body betraying her, fo

consultation suite she hadn't seen before. He placed his thu

etric access. This wasn't just a cli

large mahogany desk, leather chairs, a view of the city. A

command. "Dr. Evans. Bring me

cold. HCG. The p

octor knocked and entered, handing a single sh

it. He already knew what it said. He turn

w to the hig

tropin (HCG), Serum, Q

and, searing itse

work that way. No test on earth could detect a pregnancy this soon. She looked at Alistair's icy, expectant ga

He was a wall of expensive wool and cold fury, trapping her. He was so close she could sm

icured finger, right on the word 'POSITIVE'. His

ng to a low, dangerous murmur. "We sleep in separate wings. W

you tell me, Chloe Parrish," he whispered, his breat

am that it was a mistake, a mix-up, that the timing was medically impossible-but admit

ldn't say a

ould be invoked. The trust fund, her one ticket to freedom, would vanish. She would be cast

e was her

ned into something brutal. He gripped her chin, his fing

before you answer," he hissed. "You k

t about loneliness or public humiliation. It was a

question. It

hands. He smoothed the cuff of his perfectly tailored shir

had been standing silently

fe seems to have some misconceptions about her own condition. Please, b