The Future King's Pregnant Mistress
Chapter One
MARCO opened his eyes, and looked at the bedside clock: three o'clock in the morning. He'd
been dreaming about Niroli-and his grandfather, the king. His heart was still drumming insistently
inside his chest, its beat driven by the adrenalin surges of challenge and excitement that reliving
one of his past youthful arguments with his grandfather had brought him.
It had been in the aftermath of one of those arguments that Marco had made his decision to
prove to himself, and to his grandfather, that he was capable of achieving success somewhere
other than Niroli and without his grandfather's influence and patronage. He had been twenty-two
then. Now he was thirty-six, and he and his grandfather had long since made a peace-of a sort-even
if the older man had never really understood his grandson's refusal to change his mind
about his vow to make his own way in the world. Marco had been determined that his success
would come not as the grandson of the King of Niroli but via his own hard work. As simple Marco
Fierezza, a young European entrepreneur, he had used his shrewd ... read full excerpt from: The Future King's Pregnant Mistress ebook
