The Greek's Pregnant Bride Chapter 12

‘I would never abandon our child,’ he said harshly. ‘I’ve lived without a father; I know what it’s like to
wonder where you’re from. I will never let our child wonder who I am.’

‘My father said that to my mother. He promised he would love and care for us but he broke it—he broke
the promise he made to a dying woman. He abandoned me. He abandoned Rocco.’

‘I am not your father. What he did was despicable. After the way my own father abandoned me, I would
never give up my own flesh and blood.’

‘I have to trust that you won’t be like either of our fathers but I find trusting people, especially men, very
hard. If I stay single, then I can nominate the guardian of my choosing.’

If fire could have shot from eyes then what burned from Christian’s would have had her in flames.

‘I will never allow that,’ he ground out. ‘I would fight for our child through every court in every land.’

The tension that had been cramping Alessandra’s belly throughout the conversation loosened a touch.

She believed him.

Their child would have a father. A proper father.

She just had to hope her trust in this respect wasn’t misplaced. For her child’s sake, she had to try.

‘I’m sorry for being melodramatic. I just need to be sure. We both need to be sure. If we marry then
that’s it—we’re married. For better or worse. And, if I agree, I want you to promise that you will be
discreet in your affairs.’

His head twisted at her abrupt change of direction. ‘My affairs?’



‘I’m not stupid,’ she said with what she hoped sounded like nonchalance. If she was going to marry
him, she would do it with her eyes open.

Christian was an attractive man—oh, to hell with such an insipid description, he was utterly gorgeous.
He had the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen in a man, a real crystal-blue that made her think of
calm, sunlit oceans. When he fixed them on her, though, her internal reaction was turbulent; a
crescendo of emotions she struggled to understand.

The way he’d made her feel that night...

He was used to women throwing themselves at him. She wasn’t so naïve as to believe marriage would
tame him. Theirs was not a love match. ‘Our loyalty will be primarily to our child but I do not want the
humiliation of your liaisons being paraded on the front pages of the tabloids. All I ask is that from now
on you choose your lovers wisely.’

He inhaled sharply before expelling the air slowly. If his jaw became any more rigid she feared it would
snap. ‘Anything else?’ he asked icily.

She refused to drop her gaze. ‘Only that if we marry I won’t be taking your name.’

Now she knew how it must have felt like to be glared at by Medusa. Forget mere fire; she could feel her
blood turn to stone under his deadly stare.

‘Why. Not?’ he asked through gritted teeth.

‘Because I like my name and I don’t want to have to start all over again. I’ve spent the past seven years
building my career but it’s only been in the last few that my name has become famous for my work
rather than my heritage and past exploits.’ Alessandra wasn’t prepared to fool herself. She might be
famous at the moment for her photography but she didn’t have the longevity that would still make her



name roll off fashion editors’ lips if she took months off. Her work as a photographer could quickly be
forgotten, others taking her place.

More importantly, although this was something she chose not to share with Christian, figuring she’d
pushed him far enough as it was, she didn’t trust that their marriage would survive. If she was a betting
girl, she would give them until their baby’s first birthday. By then, Christian would be clamouring for his
freedom.

‘You can keep Mondelli as your business name but in our personal life you will be Markos.’

‘Do not tell me what I can and can’t do. Marriage will not make you my keeper.’

‘I never said it would. However, one of the main factors in us marrying is to promote stability and unity.
Sharing a surname is a part of that.’


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