Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Aubree leaned back, sinking into her chair. She had thought about lighting up a cigarette, but then she remembered her pregnancy and decided against it.

"That baby's Dustin's, isn't it? Don't even think about lying; it's easy to find out. A quick trip to your hometown would clear everything up."

Emma's hands clenched tightly on her knees, her face paling in an instant.

After a long pause, she finally whispered, "Yes."

Even though Aubree had already suspected it, hearing the confirmation still left her a bit stunned.

Dustin, the notorious playboy, actually had a kid out there?

Her gaze sharpened as she tried to figure out Emma's motives. Was she trying to climb the social ladder using the baby? Hoping the child would one day inherit Infinity Brilliance?

a mess. "Aubree, if you and Dustin are... involved, could you let me go? I didn't plan this pregnancy. I forgot to be careful, and by the time I realized I was sick, it

terrified. She felt the humiliation of being caught

taking a sip of water from

Dustin's quite the catch in North America, with ex-girlfriends who are stars and

by Aubree's bluntness; she knew it was the truth. She breathed a sigh of relief. If Aubree wasn't romantically involved with Dustin, maybe she'd turn a blind eye to the

don't know if

beyond what you could imagine and I don't even know ift should reach out to him. He's not just Beaconsfield's golden boy; he's the CEO

her words laden

enormous;

be the villain in Emma's story, crushing any

catch-attentive and caring, a dream guy as long as you don't fall too hard. But if you do fall

him, feeling it