Maisey Yates - The Spaniard's Pregnant Bride

She had always known she would be a mother. But part and parcel to that had been being a royal wife. As a princess, her life would never truly be hers.

But now for the first time, it just might be. At least she had choices. Even if they weren’t infinite. At least she would only have to answer to herself. To her own mistakes.

Even her relationship with her child...it would be her own. And maybe it wasn’t the most ideal thing to try to find yourself as a person while you were finding yourself as a mother, but it was still better—more—than she would have had as Raphael’s wife.

A knock on her apartment door sent her scrambling out of her seat on the couch. No one had rung in downstairs, requesting permission for entrance. Which meant it must be an employee of her brother’s building.

God bless Renzo for allowing her to hole up here. He might be angry with her for her choices, but at least he understood, in some ways.

He had never been very well behaved, after all.

She walked over to the door and opened it, then her heart fell into her feet. “Renzo isn’t here, if you’re looking for him.” She tried to keep her face straight as she stared into the dark, uncompromising gaze of Cristian Acosta.

He couldn’t know. He couldn’t. She refused to believe it.

Though, standing there, looking up at him, and those coal-black eyes, she wondered how she hadn’t known it was him the moment he’d walked into that ballroom.

He’d looked like Death come to collect then. And he looked like it now.

His black brows were locked together, as was his hard, square jaw. His lips, usually the softest-looking thing about him, were pressed into a grim line.

He filled the space, and he wasn’t even in it yet. So tall, so impossibly broad. He made her feel small. He made her feel weak.

He made her feel like he was looking straight through her.

That brief moment of hope was crushed beneath the weight of that stare. That knowing, intense stare. For just a second, she’d had freedom.

And now, there was Cristian.

“I am not,” he said, his tone hard, uncompromising. Like everything else about him.

“Well, did you come to congratulate me on my upcoming marriage? Because if so—”

“Quiet,” he said, brushing past her and into the apartment. “I am not here to play games with you. Were you ever going to tell me?”

“About...” Her throat was completely dry and excuses were swirling around her head like foxes chasing their tails.

“The baby,” he said.

“I... I don’t...”

“I know,” he said, his lip curling slightly. “I know that you were the one. And I know you found out that it was me, so do not stand there looking like a wounded innocent.”

She frowned. “I am not an innocent. As you have no doubt deduced.”

“There is no star in the East, so you must not be.”

She crossed her arms, as if it might put a barrier between them. “Nice of you to check for divine symbols before you came.”

“So you admit that you knew. You admit that you knew that I am the father of your child.”

“I admit no such thing.” She crossed her arms, wishing that she could fold in on herself. Wishing that she could disappear completely.

“And yet, you said that I should know that you aren’t an innocent. How else would I know if I weren’t the one to take your innocence?”

“Oh, I don’t know. The simple fact that I’m pregnant? Honestly, Cristian, it could be anyone’s. I’m a known whore.”

“Enough,” he said, his tone firm. “What is the point of this fiction, Allegra?”

“The point of this fiction is that I don’t want to deal with you. I don’t want to deal with this. I... I would never... I would never have touched you if I’d have known that it was you.”

“But it was.” There was a dark light in his eyes, but it looked nothing like triumph. It was a grim sort of determination. He was no happier about this than she was. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

“I don’t want you,” she spat, feeling desperate. “I don’t. I had no idea that it was you.”

“Don’t flatter yourself by believing even for one moment I thought it was you, Allegra. You are nothing more than a spoiled child. One who threw away a future that would have been infinitely preferable to this one. You have never understood what you had. You have never understood all your parents have done for you.”

“If I don’t, then Renzo doesn’t either. And yet, you seem to be able to continue in association with him without lecturing him every thirty seconds.”

“Renzo has taken over the running of your father’s company. He has not shirked his duties.”

“Or, you have a double standard.”

“If I have a double standard, then it is not a different double standard than that held by the rest of the world.”

She flung her hands up into the air. “Congratulations then, you’re as infinitely terrible as the majority of the population.”

Silence settled between them. It was not an empty silence. It was full. Of anger, of something else that she did not want to identify.

“If there is one thing I have learned, Allegra,” he said, his superior tone maddening, “It’s that you cannot outrun consequences. It doesn’t matter who your father is. It does not matter how much money you have. Consequences will catch up to us all.”

“Especially when you don’t use a condom,” she shot back.

Perhaps she wasn’t blameless in the lack of contraception, but he was the man. Surely he should have been responsible for that. She had been a virgin, besides.

“You didn’t say anything.”

“You made it clear you didn’t want me to speak!”

“You didn’t protest,” he said.

She growled. “You don’t have to do this. I was prepared to deal with this by myself.”

His dark eyes narrowed. “What is your definition of dealing with it?”

“I was going to have this baby and raise it as a single mother. It isn’t as though I don’t have assets. My parents are upset, but they’re hardly going to cut me off.” She was bluffing. Her parents were infuriated and she had no idea what they would do at this point.

“You think?”

“Well, even if they do, Renzo won’t.” Honestly, she wasn’t entirely certain about her parents. They had not spoken to her since she had told them the news.

But her parents had been so deeply enmeshed in every aspect of her life for so long, she couldn’t really imagine them fully disowning her. She had no idea what her mother would do with her time. But then, maybe that had more to do with the impending royal wedding than an actual desire to spend any time with Allegra. Allegra didn’t want to think about that.

“Frankly, I don’t care whether or not your parents are planning to disown you, or whether or not your brother will support the child and you. You are not doing this alone.”

“No one will believe that we slept together. Nobody.”

He chuckled, a dark sound that wound its way through her body, wrapping itself around her veins, heating her blood. He had never affected her like this before. Usually, when Cristian heated her blood it was because he made her angry. This was something else. A shared memory of the two of them that she didn’t want.

“We did not sleep together,” he said, his voice filled with grim humor. “We had sex. Against a wall.”

Heat stung her face. “No one will believe we did that either.”

“Why? Because of my impeccable reputation?”

“For a start.”

“But no one has to know how it happened. Obviously, when we present this to the world it will be in a much different light. You will, of course, tell your parents that you have fallen in love with me, and it was your great passion and deep feelings for me that inspired you to compromise your engagement.”