billionaire’s daughter.” Micheli’s brain had finally started firing on all cylinders, and he recognized Miguel Menendez from the financial news.
Incredibly, she blushed. “Um, yeah, about that...”
He shook his head. “No. It doesn’t matter. I fell in love with you, Kiki Scorsolini.” He wasn’t forgetting her new last name like her father. “And you fell in love with me, not my role.”
“But you are a prince?”
“Heir to the throne of Isole dei Re,” her father answered again.
Micheli glared at him. “I’m capable of speaking for myself.”
“Really? Then why is it that my daughter is not aware that one day she will be queen?” Miguel looked at Kiki, one brow raised. “And you had issues with taking over my company.”
The temptation to clock the billionaire had Micheli clenching his hands into fists.
“Don’t,” Kiki said softly.
He looked down at her.
“I know. The temptation to smack him is almost overwhelming, but it won’t solve anything.”
“I was going to tell you, before—”
“Before you found out I was pregnant with your heir?” she asked, interrupting.
Her mother gasped. Her father cursed.
Kiki ignored them both. “Before you whisked me off to marry you so no one, not even a king, could stop us?”
She understood. The relief flowed through him in a near-debilitating wave. “ Sì. I was going to tell you everything today.”
“You do not think you should have told her before you married her?” Miguel demanded.
“Forgive me, please,” he said to Kiki, refusing to acknowledge the Spanish billionaire.
“Yes, Mich. I love you, and there is nothing to forgive. We both wanted to be loved for who we are, not where we come from. Our future is a little more complicated than I thought, though.”
“A little.” He smiled down at her, very glad when she returned it.
“We do need to get back on the plane. The royal family’s PR team is working with ours, but we must face this news with a united front.” Surprisingly, that came from Kiki’s mother.
“Amber, as always, you are the voice of intelligent reason, mi amor. ”
“I’m going to be a grandmother,” the voice of reason said emotionally to her spouse.
“They’re kissing. That should give us enough time to shower and dress anyway,” Kiki said drily.
CHAPTER FIVE
T HE ROYAL PALACE of Isole dei Re impressed Kiki, but it was the royal family, gathered en masse in their private reception room, that intimidated her.
There were a lot more of them than in her family, and not one person looked particularly welcoming. The prevailing emotion didn’t seem to be anger so much as utter shock. Apparently Mich was the responsible one, the guy everyone counted on to do the right thing.
He hadn’t left her side though, not even to greet his parents, making it clear where his loyalty lay.
Her own parents and their top two security men flanked them.
King Claudio looked a lot like his son, except for the gray at his temples and the chill in his dark eyes as they took Kiki in.
“So, you are the woman who has convinced my son to disregard his training and obligation to marry you in some elopement. ” He made their beach wedding sound so sordid.
“She is the woman I love,” Mich replied, ungiving steel in his tone.
Whoa. That was not a voice she’d want directed at her.
“You love her so much, you did not think enough of her to introduce us?” the queen asked, sounding more upset and confused than angry, her lovely Italian features wreathed with concern.
Mich’s arms tightened around Kiki as if he was worried she’d take his mother’s words as truth. “I had every intention of introducing you when the time came.”
If anything, King Claudio’s expression grew darker. “The time would have been before you asked her to marry you.”
“Because you think you should have a say in who I marry?” Mich demanded, sounding every inch the prince she now knew he was.
“Your wife has an important role