Banishing All the Rules (Billionaire Romance) (The A List Series Book 3) by Savannah Rylan Page A

shocked at the camera’s now pointed at her, but Breccan didn’t let up.
     
    “How did you even get in here? I know Cora locked the doors and bolted them. Especially after the last time you broke in here and threw a vase at her.”
     
    The reporter chimed in. “Is this true, Miranda? Did you throw a vase at Breccan’s personal assistant?”
     
    Miranda blinked, her mouth slack before she plastered on her fake smile. “I… um... I was invited. My assistant told me this was a joint interview about our reunion.”
     
    “Are you fucking kidding me? You really want us to believe you’re here for an interview? You’re trying to break into my wall safe for fuck’s sake,” Breccan countered. “Why are you really here? How did you get into my house? Again?”
     
    To her credit, Miranda didn’t balk at the accusation. Instead, she sashayed even closer. “Breccan, really dear. I think you’re being a little over dramatic here. I have a key of course.”
     
    “Show it to me.”
     
    “What?”
     
    “Show. It. To. Me,” Breccan narrowed his eyes, holding out his palm.
     
    Miranda’s eyes swept up to the camera, before landing on Breccan once again. “Well I don’t have it with me. The door was open, silly.”
     
    The reporter looked like a kid in a candy shop on Christmas. Giddy to be catching all of this, but never interrupted, just waiting to see how it played out.
     
    Breccan’s jaw ticked, and I knew he was furious. He opened his mouth to say something else, when his eyes glanced down and a large smile stretched across his face.
     
    “What’s in your hand, Miranda?”
     
    “What?” she blinked.
     
    “The last time you broke in, Cora said you had something in your hands. Something you were trying to hide. And now you’re attempting to break into my safe with something in your hands. Are you trying to plant something on me? Is that what you’re doing? What is it?”
     
    Her grip tightened on whatever it was, “Nothing.”
     
    Breccan didn’t wait, he simply reached down and clasped her tiny wrist in his hand, holding it firmly as he lifted her hands toward the camera. “Open,” he demanded.
     
    “No, this is private.”
     
    “God damnit, Miranda. Open your hand now. Or I swear to God I’ll make sure nothing between us stays private. I’ll tell, every detail, to that reporter standing next to me. The one with the camera rolling.”
     
    A tiny whimper came from Miranda as she found herself caught in a web she couldn’t get out of. “Breccan, please,” she tried one last time.
     
    He didn’t bother to respond. He turned her wrist over so her palm was up and she reluctantly opened her hand.
     
    Inside was a piece of paper that had been wrapped around a white plastic stick with the rubber band she found earlier.
     
    “What the fuck is this?” Breccan demanded. “Answer me. Now.”
     
    Tears brimmed in Miranda’s eyes as they swept from Breccan to the reporter and back to the items in her hand.
     
    “Please,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
     
    Breccan scooped it out of her hand and handed it directly to the reporter, who stood there stoned. She sat her microphone down as she opened the items. Removing the rubber band before reading the letter quietly, she finally addressed the camera.
     
    “It appears that Miranda Deveraux has just broken into Breccan Laughry’s home to—according to Mr. Laughry—possibly plant some items in his locked safe. In her hands were a positive pregnancy test and test results dated two years ago that confirmed that she was indeed pregnant.”
     
    “What?!” Breccan bellowed, his face showing the shock we all felt. He dropped Miranda’s hands, stepping back.
     
    The reporter continued. “Miranda, why were you attempting to open Breccan’s safe? Were you indeed pregnant? What happened to the baby? Were you keeping this from Breccan?”
     
    Miranda’s eyes looked hollow and rabid, and I braced, terrified as to what