The Billionaire's Broken Bride,Rescued by Her Stepbrothers

The day we were supposed to register our marriage, my fiancé Kenneth Matthews showed up late. Again.

There was a woman in the passenger seat.

He glanced at me standing in the wind, shivering, and let out a quiet laugh.

"The registration office is closed? Guess we can't get that marriage certificate after all."

"This little thing's so clingy. She won't go to a single prenatal checkup unless I'm there. Wears me right down." Kenneth looked at her with a smile dripping with affection. "Betty Simmons, how about we wait until after she has the baby, and then we'll register?"