Prince's Pregnant Fake Fiancee: A Royal Baby Romance

Her flaming red hair was as scorching as the desert…

Since I was a boy,
I knew what was expected of me.
A sheikh does not choose his destiny;
He is born into it.

I had no desire for marriage.
Or heirs.
But grave times called for such responsibilities.
And an American woman was the last choice I had in mind…

Until I saw her.
Meredith.

Rare pale-blue eyes.
Fiery red locks.
A dusting of freckles.
A slender figure that was worthy of a goddess’ image…

Perhaps she would do nicely as a wife of convenience.

I didn’t resist my primal urges.
I encouraged us to blur the line between ‘professional arrangement’ and ‘sheer lust’.
But then things got complicated.
And now, Meredith’s pregnant.

However, as much as she thinks she has control,
Meredith has severely underestimated me.
We will have this child.
And she will remain my princess.