Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress

the Maybach into the biting,

gh-dose hormone injections and late-stage pregnancy. Every step sent sharp pain radiating through her spine, yet her swollen fingers remained locked around the thermal flask. Inside was chicke

tairs of the St.

snapped, blocking her. His gaze flicked over her unpowdered fa

n't waste

carat pigeon-blood ruby ring-the heirloom bestowed only upon the o

k instantly, bowing low. "My apologi

leather and Cuban tobacco filled the air. Down the hall, the c

the Chesterfield sofa, long legs crossed, radiating

was Clarabelle Schroe

nneth leaned down and took the fruit between his teeth, his gray eyes softenin

g Clarabelle tucked away like this... isn't that pl

icy and flat: "Her? She's an expensive surrogate who traded her dign

Frieda like a

hip bumped against a brass pedestal, rattlin

inside cut

there?" Ken

shed the

her, their eyes sweeping over her puffy

vanishing behind a wall of frost. "What are you doi

ith tears. "Frieda... don't misunderstand. Kenneth was

a dull uterine cramp. "Your ulcer fl

aring the flask a glance. "Gavin, get h

d with an extended hand. "

ars of silent sacrifice broke without a whimper. She set the soup c

said, her voice dropping into a let

ut into the

abdomen. She gasped, leaning against a stone

ce clicked in: "T

ed out with an umbrella, bowing low as he escorted Clarabelle into the heated interior. Ne

yellow cab. "Long Isla

th crossed arms. "Madam, Mr. Sharp ordered that you sleep in the groun

"Move. Call the family doctor ri

hour ago to attend to Miss Schroeder's migraine.

airs step by agonizing step, swallowed two fetal-

. A Stanford quantitative fina

on, I accept. I will settle my affair

" she whispered

hammering shook