Mr. Rhodes, Your Dead Fiancée Is Pregnant

eport, an anonymous number sent her four photo

tella held the lab sheet in her right hand-hCG po

hodes had a woman pressed against his chest, his mouth s

heir hair. None of them were doctored. The man's left wrist against Celeste's w

ever seen Lucian kiss anyone like

years until Celeste left for Milan to chase her jewelry design career. Stella had entered his life that sam

official, she had as

looked up. "Gossi

t, Nate Carver, and Grandpa Rhodes knew. Whenever she brought up going public, Lucian told her keeping them quiet

to the lab slip,

bag, and rested her palm flat against her stom

Lucian flew ba

to pick him up. Halfway down the expressway, her work phone

tor the CEO's office just brought in-does Ms.

ella slammed the brakes, tires

eleste Moore?"

ht down from the CEO's office with Mr. R

etary, Lucian had never hired a

la said, and ended the call

nal. Lucian strode out of the glass doors, six-foot-two in

eptember sun stung her eyes, making her squint against the

back, Mr.

a brief, bus

Bidding on the Southshore parcel opens at ten.

he keys," Lu

ad the trunk. When he rounded the hood and reached for the driver's door, the locks clicked shut

a by the waist, hauled her across his

f three years of habit, Stella parted h

ad, her breath was uneven. "W

oss her swollen lower lip, the frost in his d

ulled a lipstick from her open purse, tw

done this dozens of times over the last three years, and every other time it had made her heart ra

e and smoothed a

into his eyes. "Luc.

rows drew together. "We agre

he caught his cuff between

his expression coolin

st wa

e pressed the back of his hand to he

rive her home to Tribeca." He looked back at Stella. "

he quiet penthouse at 8 Harrison Street.

ber was waiting on the screen: "Th

d the phone a

m in the café downstairs from your n