THE WIFE OF A DISGUISED BILLIONAIRE
My father and Brian walked out of the mansion and while my father was surprised that I was still packed, despite everything we discussed, Brian was hurt, evidently.
“Blair,” Brian called softly.
I was now over four weeks pregnant and I knew that both Brian and My father were strong on the child being the reason I had to stay.
“I see you meant every word about leaving,” he said.
I nodded affirmatively, and tried to say as few words as was possible.
“We are not a married couple, Brian,” I said softly, “Heck, we are not even a couple at all,”
“Then let’s get married, Blair,” Brian proposed, “Right now,” he added,
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