I'm Having The Bad Boy's Baby
“How could you seriously think that I would marry you?” he demanded with incredulous bite.
“Naturally I can understand why you would prefer that option. The divorce settlement would be worth millions, and we both know that although you hide it well, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for that amount of money!”
Barely able to credit that she was having such a conversation with Valente, Caroline fixed affronted gray eyes on him. “I thought prenuptial agreements dealt with that sort of threat these days. I know you don’t believe it, but I don’t want your wretched money—”
“There’s no way I would stoop to the level of marrying you!” Valente spat out the words with disdainful emphasis. “You’re a lying, deceitful, mercenary little witch. Get the idea of marriage right out of your head now.”
Caroline kept her head high. “I’m afraid it’s the only option I could accept.”
“But what would I get out of it, apart from a sense of self-sacrifice?” he asked with unconcealed scorn, outraged by her cheek in even suggesting that idea when she had stood him up at the altar five years earlier.
“Then accept that I will never be your mistress, Valente. Evidently we’ve reached stalemate.” Tilting her chin, Caroline opened the door and walked back out onto the landing with as much dignity as she could muster.
“I would want a child….”