Page 240 of The Rebel Billionaire

“Keep your voice down,” Kat hisses.

“Where’s the father in all this? Do we even know who he is?” Elijah asks.

“Not sure why they’re asking Kat,” a voice says from behind me, and I turn to find Gabriel looking down at me. “How are you feeling this morning?”

I smile up at my brother, my protector. The quietest of them all, but my rock.

“I’m feeling a lot better. I think I needed a good cry.”

“You’ve been through a lot,” he says.

“I have, and I’m still standing,” I say, shooting him a smile I’m not sure reaches my eyes.

“I never doubted it for a moment,” he says, squeezing my shoulder as he pushes open the door and whispers close to my ear. “Own it.”

I shoot him a look, his eyes flashing with encouragement.

I step into the room and face my family.

“Yes, Caleb. I’m pregnant. I’m not sure how far along I am. I learned yesterday through a voice message from my New York physician.”

“Does the father know?” Elijah asks.

“Was it serious between you?” Caleb asks, earning himself growls from both Elijah and Kat.

He shrugs. “It’s a genuine question. Accidents happen. You, of all people, should know,” he fires back at Eli.

I hold up a hand as Eli goes to open his mouth.

“Before this gets out of hand, I’m happy to answer any questions you may have.” I rest a hand on my stomach as another wave of nausea hits. “Yes, I was in a serious relationship with the baby’s father. No, he doesn’t yet know. We took precautions, but they clearly failed. But whatever the outcome, I’ll raise our baby.”

I don’t tell them that Alex and I had a falling out before I left or that I’m not even sure he’ll want to speak to me again. I just hope Mitch gave him my letter and that Elise will back up my story.

“Does he know your true identity?” Gabriel, the voice of reason, asks.

I sink down onto the sofa, exhausted.

I nod. “He does, at least I think he does,” I say. “I wrote him a letter when Dan and Mitch said I was leaving. Mitch was due to deliver it.”

“You sent the guy a letter?” Elijah asks.

“I did.”

“Who the hell did he think you were?” he asks.

“Brooke Feldmann, PA, a small-town girl. He had no reason to doubt me. My fake life was very real.”

Caleb drops himself onto the sofa opposite me. “I’d love to be a fly on the wall when he reads that he was sleeping with Harper Frazer.”

Elijah smacks him on the back of the head.

“Hey,” he says, rubbing the spot. “What I mean is, small-town girl to billionairess. Quite the jump.”

“He has money of his own. You don’t need to worry about me.”

I know where Caleb’s mind has gone, his protective streak has kicked in.

“And you didn’t get to speak to him before you left?” Kat asks.