Her Billionaire and Her Baby

t her sleeves made of fleece. She refuses to look up, as a set of broodi

here with him? Just hi

ry?” Maxwell Ryder’s voice is deep and cause

as they had grown close years ago. He was kind, yes,

e age. Max also lent Greg some money when they were expecting Riley so that he could pay off his debts. He is kind enoug

ves up in a penthouse that is too dangerous for Riley. His luxurious in-apartment infinity

aryanne, not Mary, and I am here to sign paperwork

e ends of his lips, “Do you truly believe

wn a scoff,

ibrary, correct? How can you possibly

rything,” she mocks, a laugh building in her chest. “Don’t you work eighty hours a week? Riley deserves someone to be

ing to happen when Riley gets sick and needs to go t

you think that just because I am a simple librarian that I canno

il she graduates from high school. Even when she wa

ed in a fire of hair, freckles dotting around his cheeks perf

figure

s his mouth to speak but is interrupted as a knock echoes from the door

ort notice,” she says exasperated. She drops the fold

rouble,” Mar

rugs, “I ha

Riley

isses her parents, of course, but otherwise she is adjusting wel

from her mind, “Yes, how do we know w

neither of you are in a relationship, we must have a judge rule which of you is better su

s,” they both b

rls the edge of his lips in another smirk. He is rich and can hire any amount of lawyers he wants, in order to get his way. How can sh

ley to a rude and crass bil