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E as she stepped off the elevator into the foyer of Rafael Montoro IV’s penthouse in South Beach The Montoros had settled in Miao, when as the royal family of Alma, they had to flee their European island homeland because of a coup Now the dictator who’d replaced them was dead and the parliament of Alma wanted the Montoros back

With Rafe as king

Great Happy ending for everyone Well, everyone except for E’s baby Or at least that hat her gut told her Her gut and three honancy tests She wasn’t easy to convince

She had debated not telling Rafe about the baby, but having grown up without knoho her father was, she just couldn’t do that to her own child Sure, she’d had to lie to get up here to his very posh penthouse apart sucked because Rafe had a lot of royal duties to attend to before his coronation, but she was still here

Getting past security hadn’t been that easy, but she’d made a few calls to friends and found that one of them had a connection to Rafe via a ated co

Sneaking around wasn’t her style Nor about this situation was normal

She was shaking as she stood on the Italiandry the sweat at the small of her back Luxurious and well appointed, the apartment was exactly the sort of place where she expected to find Rafe His faht, but they’d brought their dignity and their detereneration of Montoros had truly flourished

Rafe was the CEO of Montoro Enterprises He had been featured in Forbes long before the recent developments in Alma He’d earned the wealth she saw around him, and the fact that he played as hard as he worked was so she could respect She played hard, too

She forced herself not to touch her stoed everything Since she’d looked at that stick in the bathroo had changed

Pretending that there wasthat her child would knoho its father ould be stupid A wealthy businessht But not a king

Still

She’d seen photos of Alma With its white sand beaches and castle that looked like so out of a dreaht have dreadoht?