All Chapters of BAD REPUTATION : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The two-week whirlwind had been a blur of frantic phone calls, preparations and high-priority contracts because Derek didn't want to wait, especially as Olivia was pregnant, but as the heavy oak doors of the chapel swung open, the world fell into a breathless silence.Olivia stood at the threshold, her hand trembling slightly as it rested on her father’s arm. She looked like a vision from a different era. Her gown was a floor-length, empire-waist creation made of gossamer-thin silk chiffon and Chantilly lace. The bodice featured a deep V-neckline framed by delicate, off-the-shoulder lace sleeves that fluttered like butterfly wings. From the high waistline, layers of pleated silk flowed downward, allowing her to move with a weightless, fluid elegance. Her hair was swept into a loose, romantic updo, held in place by a simple veil that trailed behind her like a mist. As the string quartet began the first notes of "Clair de Lune," Olivia’s father squeezed her hand, a silent gesture of pr

"Stefan, wait! She's not going to like this." Emily moaned and folded her arms over her middle. "What are you going to do?'' "Talk to her, marry her, give my daughter my name. My child isn't going to grow up without a father, Emily. I won't allow that." He let out a breath. "Tell me where she lives.”_________Stefan marched up the neat path to the little house. It was a perfect little place, far back enough from the street to be private and surrounded by a small picket fence to protect a child from the traffic.He stopped short. A child. His child. Good God. Alana had given birth to his baby. Alone, without him. Without him ever knowing he'd become a father. And his daughter was already six months old! He'd missed everything. Missed seeing Alana round with his baby, missed the baby's birth, those moments when dads go into complete panic with the coming of labor pains. He'd missed his baby's first smile, her mother's first look of pride… Damn. Inside, anger as wide as a river warred

"Excuse me? Where do you think you're going?""I need to see my baby.""Stefan, wait."He stopped short, his features sharpening with anger. "I've been waiting. I've missed six months of her life. I'm not going to miss another minute."A soft cry filtered from the hall and Stefan froze."Now you've done it," Alana snapped, then shifted past him and headed down the hall.His temper defusing like a puff of smoke, Stefan followed, but she was already out of sight. He listened for sounds, following them, and stepped into a small room decorated with pink and lavender fairies. But he wasn't interested in wallpaper and mobiles, but the woman who stood near a crib.There was a coolness about her, a reserve that hadn't been there before. He could feel a wall neatly erected between them and she was doing her best to keep it strong. Was it to keep him from her or his daughter? Things were too brittle between them right now for Stefan to make huge waves in Alana's life, but he wasn't going anywhe

The words sent a trickle of fear down her spine. What was he up to? Alana said goodbye and hung up, then sat back down and cupped her coffee mug. She'd sulk if she had the time, she thought, feeling a little betrayed by her parents.______"He called your father," Emily said, her eyes wide. Alana nodded. "Oh, gutsy Stefan. That must have been interesting."A little smile twitched at Alana’s lips, even though she was mad at Stefan for calling her parents without talking to her first. Was that how it was going to be now? "I bet it was." she said. Emily pushed Juliana's cereal loops within reach. "You know my brother is a great guy, don't you?""I plead the Fifth.""Hey, he hasn't done anything wrong."Alana sighed. "Except threaten me.""What?""He said he was in my life and I couldn't stop him.""Well, that is a threat, though weak and understandable." Emily made faces at Juliana and the baby imitated her. "What are you going to do?"Alana shrugged. When it came to Stefan Maynard, she

When he came out, he paused at the edge of the hallway, his hands on his hips. Tipping his head back, he took a long cleansing breath and let it out, smiling as he did. He hadn't noticed her yet. He looked as if he was measuring himself against the responsibility of fatherhood. She understood that. The day she'd learned she was pregnant with his child, she had done the same thing.He met her gaze, like an arrow shooting straight toward a target. "Hi.""Hey," she said. Lord, he was devastating to look at, she thought. In fitted jeans and a black T-shirt that flowed over every contour of his chest and arms, she wanted only to run her hands over that body. A body she'd had only one night to learn.He moved toward her and her heart skipped an entire beat at that sexy hip-rolling walk of his. Did the man even know how powerful he was? Maybe he did, she thought as he slid down onto the sofa beside her. His face was inches from hers, his gaze making a slow prowl of her features, the necklin