Clara squirmed, her skin prickling with discomfort. "You want me as your side chick? But I'm already carrying James's child—"
Anthony snapped before she could finish, "Clara, stop lying. I know you lost the baby."
She looked down and sighed. She'd wanted to keep the miscarriage private, but now—of course—the last people who should know had found out.
"Then what do you want from me?" she mumbled, staring at the floor.
"Be my wife." Anthony's grip tightened.
Her head jerked up like she'd been shocked, eyes going dinner-plate wide.
"Well?" he pressed, crushing her against him. "Do you accept?"
Blood pounded in Clara's ears, her face going ghostly pale. "Anthony, let me go—"
His grip only tightened. "Marry me, and I'll return the company to James. Refuse, and he'll never set foot in La
