The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Eltham handed the file to his assistant, "Let the media outside know, the medical results are in."

"Hold on-"

Brooke stood up, snatched the file, and flipped to her medical results.

All clear.

Something's not right!

She was pregnant, so why didn't it show?

Brooke suddenly realized something and turned to Eltham, her lips pressed tightly, "Eltham, did you switch the samples?"

The warmth on Eltham's face froze. He took the file back and handed it to his assistant, "Could you give us a moment, please?"

The assistant left the room.

"If I hadn't switched the samples, your results would be quite concerning, wouldn't they?"

Gone was Eltham's usual charm, replaced by a cutting edge unique to those in power, "Brooke, I genuinely like you, and I truly want to marry you, but you—" You're not playing by the rules!

nor did he expect her to present him with such

back to reality, realizing Eltham had known about her pregnancy from the

knew, why go

dark and unfathomable, "I like you, so you

stood frozen,

marriage arranged

never thought Eltham actually had feelings for

"All this time, did you think my affection for you was

don't understand. Before all this,

were adults; love at first sight seemed

hand, caressing Brooke's cheek, soft and

have done this. You should know, I

firmer, "I'll make you fall in love

Eltham caught her hand, "We should head out. The journalists are waiting." "You're insane, I'm

child, and you still

her belly, no longer flat, showing a slight bulge but not

ways to

sensed his intentions, a chill running down her spine, "Eltham, is it