The Heiress’s Baby Is Mine

Three weeks passed. Knox heard nothing from Julia. Respected her request for space even though it was killing him. He […]

Knox didn’t sleep that night. He sat in his dark apartment, phone in hand, staring at Julia’s contact information. Wanting

The dinner with Brian Adams was scheduled for Friday at 7 PM. Knox spent Thursday in a state of paralyzed

Knox was finishing a painting when Julia showed up unannounced at his studio on Wednesday afternoon. “Hey,” she said, slightly

“You don’t have to come,” Julia said for the third time as they sat in the waiting room of her

Cailyn had gone all out. Julia’s apartment was transformed into a sophisticated baby shower that somehow managed to be both

Knox spent the afternoon pacing his apartment, rehearsing what he’d say. Julia, I need to tell you something. Four years

Knox arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early and immediately regretted it. The place was the kind of establishment where

The call came on a Tuesday morning while Knox was teaching his community college art class. Julia’s name flashed on

Knox was assembling the crib—a task that should have required an engineering degree—when Julia’s phone rang. “It’s my father,” she