washed over her. This child was hers, a Monroe heir. Her grandfather's will was clear: the first direct descendant to produce a legitimate heir would secure a controlling interest in the fami

d parody of domestic bliss. Ethan was perched on the edge of a hospital bed, solicitously plumping a pillow behind Tiffany Hayes. Ti

urprise when she saw Savannah. "Oh! Savannah! Ethan, darling, you di

adable. He gestured towards Tiffa

vannah said, her voi

little scare. But the baby is fine, th

is pregnant," he stated, as if announcing a business transaction

he audacity, the sheer, unmitigated g

trust means to you, Savannah. And, well, since Ethan... can't... provide you with an heir himsel

, the way they discussed her, her life, her family's