Read Online HIGHLANDER: The Highlander’s Surrender Bride (Scottish Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) by Serena Vale, Tencia Winters - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Serena Vale, Tencia Winters
Ads: Link
longer a safe place for him to be. Dominic and Sergio had been arrested, but rumors were already circling that Alexei had something to do with it. It was only a matter of time before the truth came out if he stayed there.
So, he decided to move. He sold or consolidated many of the businesses and assets he owned in Russia, reached out to people he knew in America, and decided to start a new venture. Being a father. The idea terrified more than anything else had in his entire life. But as he stared down at the bright blue eyes, so much like his own, he was overwhelmed with a sense of love, and with a sense of rightness.
He had struggled so hard his entire life, fighting for every scrap that came his way until he finally made it to the top. But none of his other accomplishments compared to the joy of having a child with the woman he loved.
As if conjured by his thoughts, Chloe walked through the door, stopping as she took in the sight of them.
“Hi, dear.” She had to stand on tip toe to lay the sweetest kiss against his cheek. “And my other dear.” She gave their little boy the same soft peck. She took a deep breath before looking up at him. Alexei was struck by the deep, honest love he saw shining from her beautiful amber colored eyes. Love for him, and for their child. It was more than he could ever have hoped for. And certainly more than he deserved.
“ kogda zvezdy vyravnivayut… ” he whispered to their little baby boy, sleeping peacefully in his arms, feeling like the luckiest man in the world as Chloe turned, and smiled that secret smile at him. When the stars align.
THE END
Billionaire’s Marriage of Convenience
Chapter 1
The law firm of Hawke and Harrison request your immediate presence in the matter of the reading of the wills of Mrs. Talia Sullivan-Strokowski and Mr. Dominic Strokowski III.
Dominic read the words for what must have been the fiftieth time. That was it. The only words printed in deep black ink on the soft vellum that had been on the equally blank envelope. Not even a signature. But he was familiar enough with his father’s lawyers to know that they, and their clients, prized inconspicuousness above all else.
His parent’s names looked like those of strangers. He didn’t recognize them, still couldn’t comprehend them even after weeks of knowing. His mother and father were dead. He was alone.
It was still so hard to believe. His parents weren’t that old, both in their mid-sixties. Hadn’t been that old, Dominic corrected himself. Their private jet had crashed, some unexplainable technical failure that cost the lives of his mother, father, and the pilot that had been steering the plane. It was supposed to be just a quick trip to Tokyo and then back to Russia. Back to their palatial home just outside of Moscow. They never made it back.
As he stood up from the massive, red mahogany desk that used to be his father’s, Dominic stalked out of the office with the lawyer’s letter still crumpled in his hands. It was a long flight to Boston from Moscow, where his father’s law firm was located. Where they were summoning him. It was also where his mother grew up, before falling in love with the enigmatic billionaire and moving with him to Russia to start a new life.
He knew she still had family there, but they had basically cut her out of their lives when she’d moved away. It was something his mother had never gotten over, he knew. Dominic slowed as he walked to the long, carpeted hall to where his bedroom was in the west wing of the house, noticing the gilt-framed photograph hanging on the wall.
It was a picture of them, of his parents. He grabbed it off the wall, staring at their familiar faces, feeling a lump of emotion form in his throat, threatening to choke him. He swallowed it. He was head of the family now, the only one besides his
So, he decided to move. He sold or consolidated many of the businesses and assets he owned in Russia, reached out to people he knew in America, and decided to start a new venture. Being a father. The idea terrified more than anything else had in his entire life. But as he stared down at the bright blue eyes, so much like his own, he was overwhelmed with a sense of love, and with a sense of rightness.
He had struggled so hard his entire life, fighting for every scrap that came his way until he finally made it to the top. But none of his other accomplishments compared to the joy of having a child with the woman he loved.
As if conjured by his thoughts, Chloe walked through the door, stopping as she took in the sight of them.
“Hi, dear.” She had to stand on tip toe to lay the sweetest kiss against his cheek. “And my other dear.” She gave their little boy the same soft peck. She took a deep breath before looking up at him. Alexei was struck by the deep, honest love he saw shining from her beautiful amber colored eyes. Love for him, and for their child. It was more than he could ever have hoped for. And certainly more than he deserved.
“ kogda zvezdy vyravnivayut… ” he whispered to their little baby boy, sleeping peacefully in his arms, feeling like the luckiest man in the world as Chloe turned, and smiled that secret smile at him. When the stars align.
THE END
Billionaire’s Marriage of Convenience
Chapter 1
The law firm of Hawke and Harrison request your immediate presence in the matter of the reading of the wills of Mrs. Talia Sullivan-Strokowski and Mr. Dominic Strokowski III.
Dominic read the words for what must have been the fiftieth time. That was it. The only words printed in deep black ink on the soft vellum that had been on the equally blank envelope. Not even a signature. But he was familiar enough with his father’s lawyers to know that they, and their clients, prized inconspicuousness above all else.
His parent’s names looked like those of strangers. He didn’t recognize them, still couldn’t comprehend them even after weeks of knowing. His mother and father were dead. He was alone.
It was still so hard to believe. His parents weren’t that old, both in their mid-sixties. Hadn’t been that old, Dominic corrected himself. Their private jet had crashed, some unexplainable technical failure that cost the lives of his mother, father, and the pilot that had been steering the plane. It was supposed to be just a quick trip to Tokyo and then back to Russia. Back to their palatial home just outside of Moscow. They never made it back.
As he stood up from the massive, red mahogany desk that used to be his father’s, Dominic stalked out of the office with the lawyer’s letter still crumpled in his hands. It was a long flight to Boston from Moscow, where his father’s law firm was located. Where they were summoning him. It was also where his mother grew up, before falling in love with the enigmatic billionaire and moving with him to Russia to start a new life.
He knew she still had family there, but they had basically cut her out of their lives when she’d moved away. It was something his mother had never gotten over, he knew. Dominic slowed as he walked to the long, carpeted hall to where his bedroom was in the west wing of the house, noticing the gilt-framed photograph hanging on the wall.
It was a picture of them, of his parents. He grabbed it off the wall, staring at their familiar faces, feeling a lump of emotion form in his throat, threatening to choke him. He swallowed it. He was head of the family now, the only one besides his
Similar Books
