The Tycoon's Bride.

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g her off balance, the expression

ed. "I confirmed it a few weeks

rying to read inside of her. She saw me as a mon

, giving her a seriou

e news of a sudden pregnancy from a one-night stan

tell me?" I inquir

my parents, and I didn't want them to know just yet,

said, my expres

resting my hands solidly on her hips, just below her wa

were soft and warm, and they molded to mine, leaving her breathless. The whole scene in front of her was

er her body, caressing her curves. Her body responded eagerly, an

n, it happened – a rush of pleasure washed over her as she held onto me tightly, cau

who I was and why I seemed to understand her body so intimately. How did I

nd husky, as I licked the finger that had been teasing he

intensity. "You seem different, I wanted more of

ou don't care if the baby isn't yours?" she as

s, I don't care. You can keep it,

ng, and my expression

k," I

nched, revealing a glimpse of th

h hatred. All along I suspected a foul play and I wasn't wrong. The fam

ho looked at her with disgust. The expression on her face suggested she had witnessed

with mixed emotions but she didn't care. The tension in the

imented her parents. "This is one of the b

iling and trying t

urs, Mr. Tristan,"

mmoning the guards to pack up her luggage. We made

anger, but it simmered just below the surface. My informant had provided me with di

promptu switch, replacing the original bride with her. Furthermore, t

"You amount to no good." "I regret birthing you." The look of disgust on her mother's face was e

reedom. Her gaze was fixed on the road ahead, tears welling up

rather forget. The flashbacks were unsettling, and

ning the door for her. I held her hand, leading

ow her to her room and step

I answere

?" I asked,

ncluded, and with th

ours, she emerged before me and transformed into a breathtaking princess. H

" I complimented a

glam team made me look," she giggled. "I m

I replied, of

, her parents arrived, full of excuses and apologies. But I just smiled, held the door o

ons on Kathrine's face – a blend of fear and happiness. I fou

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