The Royally Broke Billionaire: Royal Baby Scandal E-Book

Ann Omasta

• Herausgeber: More Happily Ever Afters
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

After bringing their kingdom back from the verge of financial ruin, the unsuspecting king and his newlywed wife face the secret scandal of a lifetime when a surprise baby arrives, providing a challenge to the right of succession to the throne.

Queen Tess is living the life of her dreams, with the love of her life. That is, until a woman from the king’s past arrives at the palace doors claiming her baby is the true heir to the crown.

Piper Pearson isn’t trying to ruin anyone’s life. She simply wants the king to acknowledge their son as the future monarch. But the ripple effect from her one-night stand causes severe repercussions that no one could have anticipated.

King Sebastian is caught in the middle when his fling with Piper, which happened long before he met his wife, threatens to crumble his kingdom.

When Queen Tess’s meddling billionaire brothers and their wives arrive at the castle, craziness inevitably follows in their wake. Add in two handsome potential love interests vying for Piper’s heart, and the kingdom’s fireworks are exploding inside the palace.

An innocent baby is causing a royal mess for the adults in his life. Can they find a noble solution? Or will their secrets ruin everything? Find out now in The Royally Broke Billionaire: Royal Baby Scandal.

This sweet billionaire and royal mash-up romance novel can be read as a standalone or as the fifth book in The Broke Billionaires Club Series.

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THE ROYALLY BROKE BILLIONAIRE

ROYAL BABY SCANDAL

ANN OMASTA

CONTENTS

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Epilogue

Guarding Grace Sneak Peek

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Acknowledgments

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1

Queen Tess smiled to herself as her classic Louboutin heels clacked through the castle––her castle. Even all these months later, she still had to pinch herself as a reminder that the marvelous royal life she was living was real. The secret she was bursting to reveal was bound to make all of their lives even better.

Although her woman’s intuition was normally spot-on, she failed to sense, during that deliciously content moment, that something was heading in their direction that would rock their tiny kingdom to its core.

Tess decided that luck was definitely on her side when she spied her husband’s royal steward, Finn, just ahead of her in the sprawling hallway. Short of stumbling onto the king himself, finding Finn was the best-case scenario she could imagine.

She felt certain Finn knew she was behind him, so Tess narrowed her eyes in determination when the man hurried around the corner. She was beginning to get the distinct feeling that he was avoiding her. Unwilling to put up with that kind of shenanigans, she called out to him, “Finn!”

The tall man gave her a sheepish grin as if she had busted him doing something he shouldn’t when she rounded the corner. “Good morning, Your Highness. You look especially lovely today.”

“Cut the fake flattery, Finn. I know you’ve been actively avoiding me.” She wasn’t in the mood for any nonsense, and she wanted to make sure he knew it.

He started to object, but she held up a palm to stop him from denying it. In her best, authoritative tone, she said, “I need an appointment to speak with the king.”

“Don’t you see him every single night?” Finn quipped.

The man’s flippant tone wasn’t one that would normally be used with a royal. Tess wondered if her relatively new status as queen might not be fully accepted by some of the people of Isle de Monsail––especially since she was an ‘uncouth’ American.

Deciding that was a larger matter that would need to be addressed at a later date, Tess answered the question. “You mean when he falls into bed bone-weary, only to rise before the sun to start all over again? No, I don’t consider that to be an appropriate time to have a serious discussion with him. What time can I get on his schedule for a few minutes today?”

“Today?!?” Finn sounded positively scandalized that she didn’t want to book time with her husband three weeks in advance. He flipped papers on his clipboard, even though Tess was well aware that the king’s calendar was electronic. “He’s booked solid for the next several days.”

“I’m sure if you check with him, he’ll find time to see me today.” Tess sounded more confident than she felt. She knew Sebastian would much rather spend his time with her than negotiating with foreign diplomats and dignitaries, but the flood of new responsibilities and the impossibly high expectations weighing on the new king’s shoulders were overwhelming.

As the ruling monarchs, the duo had managed, in a very short amount of time, to almost completely turn around the financial woes of their tiny island––problems that Sebastian’s father’s drinking and gambling habits had created. The constant stress was beginning to take a physical and emotional toll on her husband, though. On the few occasions when she was lucky enough to spend a bit of quality time with him, he looked pale and tired. It seemed like all he did was work, prepare for work, think about work, worry about work, and talk about work.

“I’ll ask him,” Finn promised, but he was shaking his head as if he didn’t believe there was any way the king would agree to see her today.

When Jenna, one of the castle’s chambermaids averted her gaze as she tried to scurry past them in the hallway without being noticed, Tess called out to her.

“Yes, Your Highness?” Jenna turned back, fidgeting her hands nervously. She was obviously used to the former queen’s aloof, abrupt, and condescending attitude.

Refusing to follow in her predecessor’s footsteps, Tess gave the young woman what she hoped was a warm, comforting smile. “In case I don’t get to see you tomorrow, happy birthday––a day early.”

The delighted surprise in Jenna’s eyes was worth every hour Tess had spent studying the palace employees’ information files, memorizing their names, photographs, birthdays, and other pertinent details.

“Oh, thank you, ma’am… I mean, Your Highness.” The woman bowed her head low before scurrying away, but Tess still saw the happy grin that lit up the woman’s face with surprise that her monarch knew and acknowledged her birthday.

Tess had been determined since accepting the crown to be a different kind of queen––one who listened to and truly cared about her people. She made a mental note to request that the palace chefs make a special birthday cake to acknowledge each employee’s birthday. It was a small gesture that would mean a great deal to the recipients.

Turning back to face Finn, the pleasure over her surprise birthday cake plans drained out of her as she took a deep, calming breath. Tess gave the harried man a curt nod before reminding him, “I have a busy schedule today, too, but I’ll make time for the king when he’s available.”

Finn’s relieved facial expression indicated that he believed he was being ‘saved by the bell’ after the giant gong of the palace doorbell sounded.

Tess looked up towards the ceiling as if she could see the source of the intrusive noise. She scrunched up her nose as she asked, “Who on earth would be ringing the palace doorbell?”

At Finn’s shoulder shrug, she went on. “I’m expecting the ladies for the Historical Society’s annual tea, but the royal guard should have escorted them directly to the palace gardens.”

Realizing that Finn wasn’t going to give her an answer, and feeling perplexed, Tess turned to head down the grand staircase. She swished a hand down her white, black, and gold striped tea-length dress to smooth it. Chances were high that whoever was on the other side of that door was hoping to get a glimpse of the royal family.

Remembering how nervous and excited she had been the first time she stood at that massive door’s threshold, she grinned and decided that this visitor was going to get to see the queen. Whoever it was had made it through the palace’s often overly-strict security team, so she felt safe enough to properly greet them.

Besides, it would be nice to see a ‘real’ person. Her life in the palace often felt secluded and lonely, especially when her best friend, Mo, and her new husband, Pierce (who also happened to be Sebastian’s brother), were out exploring the world––as they were now.

When she heard a fracas coming from the palace’s entryway, Tess picked up her pace. As she made her way down the last few steps of the grand staircase, Tess saw Geoffrey, the castle’s staid butler, physically blocking a young woman’s entry through the massive double doors.

Tess’s mouth hung open in shock when she heard her butler say, “You need to leave. NOW!”

Geoffrey was known for being a bit stuffy, but Tess had never seen him treat someone with such open rudeness. She was appalled that he would be so brisk with someone, who was most likely a resident of Isle de Monsail. Although she hadn’t grown up here, Tess now considered the island to be her home, and as queen, the people who lived here were her people.

“Geoffrey!” Tess’s voice sounded a little harsher than she intended. Softening her tone, she added, “Please let her in.”

The butler gave her a warning glare, but moved aside and said, “As you wish, Your Highness.”

After the obviously intimidated woman took a few tentative steps inside the palace, Tess was able to see that she was holding a small bundle. Her first thought was that this woman might be a suicide bomber of some sort. The palace guards had given her such extensive disaster training and so many self-defense courses that she was becoming completely paranoid.

Once she had a moment to assess the situation rationally, Tess realized that the blanket-wrapped bundle wasn’t a bomb at all… it was a baby. Smiling with a wide and friendly smile, Tess greeted the duo. “Hello, and welcome to the palace.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” The woman bowed her head and gave an awkward curtsy.

Tess nodded, thinking that she would never get used to these types of uncomfortable formal greetings. That minor discomfort was nothing compared to the nausea-inducing ball of fire in her stomach that erupted when the woman spoke again.

Clearing her throat and lifting her chin, the stranger said, “I need to speak with King Sebastian to introduce him to his son, Liam.”

2

Tess felt like all of the air had been vacuumed out of the room as she struggled to breathe. The woman’s words were swirling around her head, but she wasn’t able to make sense of them. His son? Sebastian had a baby?!?

Geoffrey was the first to regain his senses after the shocking announcement sent the queen reeling. He glared at the visitor. “Do you know how many crazy people show up here trying to claim a place in the royal bloodlines? You’re not even the first this week.”

Even though Tess sensed that was a lie, Geoffrey’s tone sounded confident and believable. She wanted nothing more than for this woman to leave, so she could forget ever having heard the horrific words about her husband possibly having a baby, but she knew it was too late for that.

The woman looked shaken by the entire scene, even though she was the cause of it. The guilty look shadowing her bright blue-green eyes as she stood there made Tess believe her. She didn’t look like someone who simply wanted attention or a glimpse of the royal family and interior of the palace. She appeared to be desperate and distraught.

Taking a few steps forward, Tess forced her ankles not to wobble, despite her sudden bout of dizziness. Mustering all of her courage, she said to the woman, “May I?”

The woman was clutching the swaddled baby to her chest. She must have understood what Tess meant by waving her hand to indicate the bundle because the stranger slowly lowered her arms to cradle the baby in a manner that allowed the queen to see his face.

One quick glimpse was all it took. Tess lifted her hand to her mouth and struggled to keep the tears at bay as she stared into a miniature version of her husband’s gaze.

Turning to look at the butler, Tess ordered him firmly. “Send for the king at once.”

Geoffrey screwed up his face, obviously not approving of her decision. “Your Highness, summoning the king would be completely out of the ordinary.”

Not in the mood for any push-back, Tess said in a much more terse tone than she would normally use, “Now.”

Seeming to sense her urgency, the butler nodded briskly and said, “As you wish.”

Once Geoffrey left, the awkwardness level intensified. The women stared at each other with wide-eyed gazes, but neither spoke.

Eventually, Tess’s natural politeness and impeccable manners kicked in. “Would you like some tea?”

“No, thank you.” The woman declined her offer and shifted her feet as they waited for the king’s arrival.

Tess was staring at the blue blanket, trying to convince herself that she hadn’t really seen a mirror image of her husband’s eyes on the tiny baby boy when she heard the irritated man coming down the stairs.

It was obvious by his tone as the king reprimanded Geoffrey that he was displeased by the interruption. “What is the meaning of this? I was right in the middle of an important discussion with the Emperor of––“

Both his sentence and his step faltered when he caught sight of their visitors. Any hope that Tess had been desperately clutching that this woman might be lying immediately dissipated when recognition flashed in Sebastian’s gaze.

“Piper?” He asked, even as his eyes darted to Tess to gauge her reaction.

The woman gave the king the same awkward curtsy she had given Tess before greeting him. “Your Royal Highness.”

Sebastian was frozen with his feet on different stairs as he frowned and took in the scene below him. Seeming to choose his words carefully, he spoke slowly when he asked, “What can we do for you, Piper?”

The woman was quiet for so long that Tess was beginning to wonder if she might back down from her bold claim. Instead, she raised her gaze directly to the king’s and said, “You can come down here and meet your son, Liam.”

The color completely drained from Sebastian’s face, taking with it any lingering shred of hope Tess had been clinging to that this was all a mean-spirited ruse.

Feeling brokenhearted, Tess covered her mouth with her hand and ran from the foyer.

Her husband jogged after her, yelling her name, but she slammed her office door behind her.

3

“Tess, please let me in.” The king pleaded, sounding uncharacteristically desperate.

She hadn’t paused to lock the door behind her, so she appreciated the fact that he didn’t just barge in before she had a moment to collect her thoughts. She wasn’t ready to face him just yet.

The hot tears burned in her throat as she flopped facedown onto the fancy settee that had come with her office. Its inaugural use by her was not a pleasant one.

“Please hear me out, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” Sebastian’s voice sounded muffled through the door, but she was still able to make out what he was saying.

She wondered how loudly his voice echoed out in the hallway and if any palace workers were nearby. Even though she was already certain this story would spread like wildfire around the castle––and kingdom, she didn’t want to add any unnecessary fuel to the rumor mill’s fire.

Geoffrey had already proven himself to be incredibly discreet, and all of the employees who had access to the royals signed non-disclosure agreements, but it would still be next to impossible to keep something as juicy as an illegitimate son of the king under wraps––especially with Sebastian yelling apologies about it in the hallway.

Not seeing another viable option, Tess got up, stalked over to the door, and flung it open. She shuffled back to her settee and flung herself on it as Sebastian quietly entered and shut the door behind him. She didn’t particularly care if she was acting like a spoiled diva in that moment because she deserved some time to absorb this life-altering twist.

After settling himself in the chair across from her, Sebastian said, “Tess, please hear me out.”

“Don’t even try to deny it. I saw the recognition and guilt in your eyes.”

“I won’t,” he promised, which only served to deflate her even further. Somehow, having her husband verbally confirm it made the entire scenario feel so much worse.

Her expression must have looked crestfallen as she sat up and stared at the floor because he quickly went on. “It happened long before I ever met you, sweetheart. It was a one-time thing after a night of drunken debauchery, and it meant absolutely nothing to me––less than nothing, in fact. I barely even remember it.”

Hearing his explanation alleviated her fears that he might have feelings for the other woman, but it did little to help the burning cantaloupe that seemed to have taken up residence in the pit of her stomach upon seeing Sebastian’s son.

“I’m glad to hear that I don’t have to worry about you leaving me for another woman,” she told him honestly.

Sebastian looked shocked that she would even say such a thing. “Never!”

Ignoring his shocked denial, Tess went on. “Our main concern in all of this should be Liam because he is your first-born son.” Tess was proud that her voice only cracked a little when she continued. “So, he’s the rightful heir to the throne.”

It was obvious by the greenish tone that suddenly tinted his already deathly-pale pallor that Sebastian had been too concerned with Tess’s reaction to arrive at this conclusion on his own. He dropped his head into his hands and ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair.

After contemplating it for a long moment, he evidently came to the same realization his wife had because he said, “Tess, I’m so sorry.”

4

Piper Pearson stood awkwardly shuffling from foot to foot in the elegant entryway to the palace as she held her precious baby boy. The king had raced after the queen when she stormed off, and the butler was glaring at Piper unflinchingly from his perch on the stairs.

It was tempting to quietly retreat out the door she had arrived through and go back to the simple, small studio apartment that she called home. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her life, other than the fact that it was utterly average in every way.

She wanted more for Liam than her meager hourly wage working as a seamstress could provide. Her son had royal blood flowing through his veins, so he was worthy of the best that life had to offer. He deserved better than she could give him as a single mom living on her own, hemming pants to make a barely-livable wage.

The last thing Piper wanted was to hurt anyone. She had always been a quiet, gentle soul. The devastated look she had seen in the queen’s gaze had almost prompted her to leave. In fact, if she had been standing there for herself, she definitely would have made a quick exit.

She was doing this for her son, though, and she would face any foes for Liam. This kingdom was his birthright, and she was going to make sure he received what was rightfully his. She would do anything for her sweet baby boy.

Although she hated it that the queen was being hurt, Piper knew those hurt feelings would quickly dissipate. King Sebastian obviously loved Queen Tess with all of his heart. Piper didn’t want to interfere in their relationship in any way. She merely wanted to claim her son’s spot at the royal table.

The wait seemed interminable as she hovered and wondered what would become of her son’s introduction to his father. She feared the royal family might try to pay her off to get her to slink quietly away. As tempting as a large sum of money would be, since she could make sure Liam’s future would be blessed with financial security, she wouldn’t sign away his birthright without giving him a say in the decision.

Piper was stunned when the queen herself returned to the entryway. It was obvious by the regal woman’s red face and puffy eyes that she had been crying. Although guilt swirled in a heavy cloud around Piper over being the cause of those tears and hurt feelings, she silently reminded herself that her son’s future was all that truly mattered.

The queen made a valiant effort to be composed and polite when she approached Piper. With a brittle smile, she said, “King Sebastian and I would be honored if you and Liam will stay in the palace as our guests while we sort this out, Ms.––?”

“Pearson. Piper Pearson.” Piper filled in her name for the incredibly classy woman. She felt especially awkward as she stammered her gratitude. “Thank you… That would be great… Thanks so much.”

Turning to look up at the butler, who was still hovering on the stairs and sneering down at Piper, Queen Tess said, “Geoffrey, please have someone escort Piper and Liam to one of the guest suites in the royal residence.”

For his part, Geoffrey’s face was pinched like he had just bit into a particularly sour piece of candy. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, Your Highness? Perhaps Ms. Pearson and Liam should be situated in the East wing of the castle with the other riff-raff.”

Piper knew from the local news stories that King Sebastian and Queen Tess had opened a portion of the castle as an exclusive and expensive getaway for the richest of the rich as a way to help the kingdom pay down its debt. By all accounts, the world’s billionaires were all clamoring to live in a real, working castle, which made the creative money-making endeavor a smashing success.

The queen lifted her chin and narrowed her gaze at the butler. It was obvious that she didn’t appreciate having her direct request questioned. In a firm, no-nonsense tone, she said, “They will be staying in the royal residence.”

Immediately deferring to her authority, Geoffrey nodded and said, “As you wish, Your Highness.”

Turning back to Piper, the queen said, “We will send a courier to collect any belongings you need from your home. Please plan to join us for dinner at 7 p.m., sharp.”

Piper nodded, feeling overwhelmed and more than a little awestruck as the queen turned and her heels click-clacked down the marble hallway and away from her.

Finn McGinley appeared in the entryway as if he had magically been summoned. Piper immediately recognized the man, who had replaced Sebastian as the royal steward when the king accepted his crown.

Piper couldn’t help but notice how Finn’s eyes sparkled when he looked up at her from his deep, polite bow of introduction. She imagined he was thrilled by the opportunity to get the inside scoop on the juicy gossip about the baby who was likely to rock this kingdom to its very core.

Ignoring the tingle she felt when Finn pressed his lips to the back of her hand in a flirtatious kiss, she shut down any potential advances from him by asking, “Are you here to show us to our room?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered with impeccable politeness before leading her up the giant staircase, right past a still-glaring Geoffrey. The bitter anger practically emanated in irate waves from the butler.

Piper wasn’t able to contain her awed gasp when she caught the first glimpse of her enormous, opulent bedroom. The luxurious bed looked almost as big as her entire studio apartment. Her feet sank into the thick carpet, and it felt like she was walking on fluffy, pillow-like clouds as she went to fling open the balcony doors.

Her view was astounding––overlooking the pool, gardens, and sea beyond the palace grounds. She stood there for a long moment, gaping at it and feeling stunned that she and Liam were actually staying here.

Finn’s voice startled her, since she had forgotten he was still with her. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”

Her heart still racing from the jump-scare, she nodded and answered simply, “Yes.”

When Finn continued to hover just behind her, she wondered if she was supposed to tip him for escorting them to their room. She had a few dollars in her purse, but she hated to part with them unnecessarily, especially since she was certain that the handsome royal steward made far more money than she did.

Reluctantly, she began digging in her purse for her wallet. When she held her last three dollars out towards him, the gesture seemed to kick Finn into gear.

“Oh! That isn’t necessary.” He held his palms up, seeming shocked that she would even suggest such a thing.

After Finn offered to have a crib sent up, he made a quick retreat out of the room. Piper shook her head, feeling disappointed with herself. She had most definitely just made a huge faux pas, either by offering the royal steward a tip at all, or by insulting him with the paltry sum she could afford.

Trying to shake off her negativity, Piper smiled down at the innocent, sleeping baby dozing in her arms and said quietly, “Welcome home, Liam.”