The Bastard’s Wedding Gift

Summary

It was the night before my wedding when my mother, Denise, walked into the private dining room, clutching a bundled infant. Her face was a mask of proud, wrinkled smiles. She declared it a wedding present from her and my fiancé, Owen.

The surprise: a baby, conceived by my own first cousin, Willow, and carrying Owen’s blood.

They claimed I was too focused on my career—too busy to conceive—so they’d decided to “help me out.”

Willow, tears streaming down her face, hid behind a curtain of damp hair. “Sloan, I was only doing what was best for you…”