Rebel Novels

MY SWEETEST MISTAKE She's given him a baby... An IVF clinic mix-up means eternally single Michaela 'Misha' Roberts is now carrying the child - no, the ROYAL heir - of Massimiliano ‘Maxim’ Federico Arturo di Montbéliard, Prince of Carpathia! Now he'll take her for his wife! Maxim gave up on the hope of fatherhood a long time ago, but now the ruthless ruler will seize this surprise second chance. However, tradition is high on the Prince's agenda, and he'll never stand for an illegitimate heir... Michaela is about to find out that royal marriage is a command, not a choice! Maxim placed his hand over her belly again. His expression was pretty intense. “This is my baby that you carry, Michaela. Our baby. I couldn’t feel it more if you had conceived in my .” His accent was thicker than she’d ever heard it, and his voice had a husky rasp that made her pulse pound. “The attraction between us is very… convenient.” “Convenient?” Michaela's felt thick and clumsy, her mind still clouded by passion. “Of course. How could it not be convenient for me to feel desire for my future wife?” *************** “Oh, please, don’t do this to me now. We really have to do this, so be a little patient, sweetheart.” Michaela Roberts put her hand over her belly and tried to suppress the sense of rising nausea that was threatening her with immediate action if she didn’t get a hold of some saltine crackers or a bottle of cranberry juice. Lately, morning sickness was draining all her energies, and it was even worse when it lasted the entire day. Worse still now when she was about to tell a man she didn’t know he was going to be a father of her baby… She parked her car and took a deep breath, almost relieved to discover a roadblock in her path. The wrought-iron gates that divided the massive mansion from the rest of the world looked impenetrable. After swallowing hard to push down the lunch that was menacing to come out from her frail body, Michaela decided it was no better time than the present to let him know what was going on. “Ok, sweet baby… Another five minutes… But you have to calm down and let mommy solve this matter.” Michaela didn’t know a lot about this man, the father of her baby beside his name. But judging based on what she was seeing, it was clear that he was way out of her league, both financially and otherwise. Her eyes widened when she saw a man in a dark suit with security-issue sunglasses prowling the perimeter of the fence. Was Massimiliano di Montbéliard an Italian mafia godfather or something? Who had such security detail in the middle of Nowhere City, in Washington State? The guard, because that’s what he had to be, exited through a smaller pedestrian gate and walked toward her car, his expression grim. He gestured for her to roll her window down and she complied, self-conscious of the crank handle that she had to use to perform the action. Her car wasn’t exactly a new, fully loaded model, but it was the only one she could affor