Page 28 of The Billionaire's Accidental Legacy

“Issues we don’t share.”

“You can come with me,” said Maren. “In just a couple of months I get to take occupancy at the castle that I won. I’m going to be a princess. I’ll keep you safe.”

“On your country that literally spans only the width of the rock the castle is on?”

“Yes. I will.”

“I’m a duchess,” Jessie said, even knowing that her claim to the title was specious. She needed it in this moment so she was taking it. “I’m perfectly capable of protecting myself. And my baby.”

Finding out she was pregnant had been... It had been terrifying. And she had kept it a secret from Maren for as long as possible. She felt guilty about that.

The night of the poker game, her sister had also won an amazing prize.

The castle, and all the money that went with the place. It was a whole kingdom, really, even though nobody lived there full-time.

It was only that she had to wait several months to take up occupancy. And in the end, that had been good.

But at the time it had felt...suffocating.

Maren had suspected something the night of the game.

Because Jessie hadn’t come back until morning, and by the time she did sneak back into their hotel room, in the same dress as the night before, the sun had begun to rise.

“We have a rule, Jessie. For a reason.”

Maren looked tired, angry and wounded.

“I know.”

“I won my game.”

“That’s great.”

“You weren’t there,” Maren said, accusing.

“I had my own business to see to. I won an estate.”

“I know that. Everyone was buzzing about it before I won my game, but you were nowhere to be found. You went off with him.”

“It was our last night, Maren. It’s done. It’s over and finished, and there’s no reason that we need to be worried. There’s no reason to keep being so careful...”

“You’re wrong, Jessie. There’s always a reason to be careful. When you become careless, you become like Father.”

“Well, maybe I am like our father.”

Maren had looked immediately regretful.

“You aren’t.”

“I might be. Just a bit more wicked than you.”

“It isn’t wicked to desire a handsome man. But I just worry... I worry.”

“I know you do. But all is well.”

“You aren’t hurt?”

“I just had about thirty orgasms. I’m fine.”

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