The billionaire’s forced bride

Mara's POV

"Mommy, that man is staring at us."

I looked down at Lily and then looked up across the room. My heart didn't just stop. It dropped straight to the floor.

Colton Vance was standing forty feet away in a charcoal suit, holding a glass he hadn't touched, looking directly at me. Not scanning the room. Not glancing over. Looking at me the way you look at something you thought you'd never see again and aren't sure yet whether to be relieved or furious about it.

I had about three seconds to make a decision.

I picked Lily up, turned around, and walked toward the exit.

"Mara."

I stopped.

His voice was exactly the same. Low and controlled, the kind of voice that didn't need volume to command a room. I stood still for one breath, two, then turned around slowly.

He was closer than I expected. He had crossed the room faster than I gave him credit for, which honestly should not have surprised me. Colton Vance had always moved like a man who decided where he was going before anyone else noticed he'd left.

"Colton," I said.

He didn't respond to his name. He was looking at Lily. I watched his eyes move across her face slowly, the grey eyes, the jaw, the way she tilted her head at him with open curiosity, and I watched him understand what he was seeing in real time. It was the worst thirty seconds of my life.

"How old is she?" he asked quietly.

"We were just leaving," I said.

"How old is she, Mara."

It wasn't a question the second time. I tightened my arms around Lily and told him she was tired. He didn't move. He didn't raise his voice. He just stood there looking at me with an expression I couldn't fully read, not anger yet, something colder than anger, and I turned and walked out before he could say anything else.

He let me go. But just before I pushed through the exit door I heard him behind me.

"I'll find out either way."

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I sat in my car in the parking garage for a long time after that.

Lily had fallen asleep on the drive home, which was the only mercy the night offered me. I carried her inside, put her to bed without waking her, and then stood in my kitchen in the dark trying to breathe normally.

My name is Mara Ellis. I am twenty-nine years old. I am a pediatric nurse. I moved to Creston three weeks ago for a senior position at Mercy General and I had been telling myself that this time things would be different. New city, a clean start. Just Lily and me building something steady.

That story was over now.

I met Colton four years ago at a charity event for the pediatric wing of the hospital I worked at. My supervisor volunteered me without asking, which was typical of her. I showed up straight from a shift still in my scrubs because I hadn't had time to go home first. Colton was there because his company, Vance Group, funded the wing's equipment. He was surrounded by people who wanted things from him and he looked like he had been tolerating them for hours and was running out of patience.

I didn't know who he was that night. I found out later. That evening he was just a man in an expensive suit making a dismissive comment about the catering and I told him directly that if he had opinions about the budget he was welcome to fund the ventilators instead. He looked at me like no one had spoken to him that way in years. I went back to my food. Twenty minutes later he was standing beside me and we spent an hour arguing about hospital resource allocation and I went home thinking I would never see him again.

He came to the hospital two weeks later. Said he was reviewing the funding agreement with the department head. The department head told me afterward that Colton had never once visited in four years of sponsorship. I thought it was strange. He came back the following week. And the week after that.

Months passed. I kept telling myself I wasn't interested. I kept having long conversations with him that I hadn't planned. I kept noticing things — the way he went completely still whenever anyone mentioned family, the way he was quietly generous when he didn't think anyone was watching, the way he looked at me sometimes like I was the only clear thing in a room full of noise.

I fell in love with him without meaning to and completely against my better judgment.

We were together for eight months. Eight months that I have spent four years trying not to think about too directly because every time I do it still hurts in a way I can't afford.

I left because I believed I had to.

I woke up one morning to a letter under my apartment door and a pregnancy test on my bathroom counter and I made a decision in the space of an hour that I have carried every day since. The letter said I was being watched. That my presence put Colton at risk. That the people around him had power I didn't understand and that the most protective thing I could do was disappear completely. I was twenty-five and alone and pregnant and I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone. I believed every word of that letter. I packed what I could carry, left everything else, and was on a bus out of the city before noon.

I told myself he would be fine. Colton Vance had always been fine. Being untouchable was practically his defining characteristic.

I never let myself think about what it looked like from his side. I couldn't afford to. So I didn't.

And now he was in the same city and he had seen Lily's face and I had nowhere left to move to.

My phone buzzed. It was an unknown number. I stared at it through three full rings.

I answered.

"I've booked a paternity test," Colton said. "Tomorrow morning. You'll bring her."

The line went dead before I could respond.