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CHAPTER THREE
“HAVEYOUSEENTHIS?”
Constantine’s blood ran cold as his father shoved his phone into Constantine’s face.
“‘The Late Kamaras’s Lover Tries to Hide Baby Bump at Store.’” His father looked jubilant.
And Constantine was frozen.
For a moment...
For one moment, he had seen her and he’d forgotten. Everything. That she had been Alex’s. That she was not only his.
And he had...
For just a moment a sense of total possessiveness had drowned out everything. She was there, she was pregnant.
And that night of the funeral loomed large in his mind. His hands on her body. Her mouth on his. Being inside her.
The pleasure of touching Morgan the only thing that drowned out the pain.
But then he looked more closely at the photo.
The article had arrows drawn to each element of her outfit, proclaiming her a low-key style icon.
He had no idea what it meant. And had no idea why she was being hounded like that.
Except...
Alex had been a darling of the tabloid media. So it stood to reason that Morgan would be as well.
He took the phone from his father’s hand and began to scroll through the article. It gave an explanation of the fairy-tale romance between Morgan and Alex, along with a recap of Alex’s untimely death. It talked about how Morgan had been “underground” in the months since, and that this was clearly why. That she was trying to keep a low profile to protect the child she was carrying.
She looked to be quite advanced in her pregnancy. Much more than five months.
The child wasn’t his.
The child was Alex’s.
He wondered if she had been intending to tell Alex that night she had caught him with another woman.
And then he’d died.
She was carrying Alex’s child.
And his father looked... Overjoyed.
It did not surprise Constantine in the least.
His parents had favored Alex so. He was like them. He was carefree and bright, and everyone loved them.
Much harder to love the one who kept things running. That had been his grandfather’s function as well, until his death ten years ago. When Constantine had taken over everything Kamaras.
Because God knew Cosmo Kamaras, his father, could not be trusted to do it.
It wasn’t that he was a bad man. Far from it. He was gregarious, happy, and often generous with his wealth. Much of the same way that Alex had been.
But he was... He was at his core selfish. Even if he meant no harm with it. His mother was the same way. Delia Kamaras was a rare beauty, the toast of any social scene she found herself in. She liked parties and glitter. Glamour.
