Her Baby, My Name, Their Heir

On the day of our engagement banquet, my fiancée, Serena Sutton, pushed an inheritance agreement across the table with one hand resting on her seven-month pregnant belly.

"When the baby is born, you'll be listed as his father.

"And the inheritance rights of both the Carter and Sutton families will go to him."

I finished reading the agreement and asked one question.

"Who is the father?"

The doors opened.

Lucas Grant, the man Serena had never gotten over, walked in holding a glass of wine.

He answered for her.

"Me.