HE LEFT HER WHEN SHE SAID THE BABY WAS HIS. TWO YEARS LATER, THE BILLIONAIRE CEO STOPPED COLD IN HIS OWN HOTEL LOBBY WHEN A LITTLE BOY WITH HIS GREEN EYES LOOKED UP AND SMILED.

“With a woman who was inappropriate for his station.”

“And now you seek access to the child whose existence you tried to erase?”

Constance’s mouth tightened. “Prince carries Lane blood. That matters.”

The attorney paused. “To whom?”

Constance did not understand the trap until too late.

“To the family,” she said.

Not to the child.

Not to Justin.

Not to love.

To the family.

It was over right there.

When the judge returned after recess, the courtroom held its breath.

She denied Constance’s petition in full.