The Demetriou’s Secret Heir
Hannah Fanqiu
Now, she had a secret—their son. Telling Christos would risk everything, including her heart, which she couldn’t bear to be broken again.
“Call yourself whatever you want in England. Here, you are my wife."
His dark eyes slid over her, the appraisal laced with sarcasm. "If I wanted, I could claim the rights that have been denied me for years."
Her breath caught in her throat, leaving her speechless as she stared at him in shock. But after a moment, he released her wrist with a sharp shrug, turning away from the paleness that had crept into her face.
"Don’t worry," he said coldly. "I’m no longer interested."

