Lying on bed of blue-black velvet lay a shoal of opals, fashioned into in a dramatic waterfall of a necklace. Pamela drew it out of the box. The stones were dark grey—almost black—but as the necklace shimmered over her fingers she could see the transformation of each gem into a vivid rainbow.‘Do you like it?’ questioned Theodore.Pamela blinked. ‘It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,’ she whispered.‘I chose it myself,’ he said unexpectedly. ‘I liked the element of surprise. In some lights it looks quite subdued—while in other aspects it’s amazingly vibrant.’ His eyes narrowed and his tone was dry. ‘A little like you, in fact, Pamela.’Pamela suddenly became extremely preoccupied with the jewellery, swallowing down the glimmer of tears which were hovering at the back of her eyes. He’d chosen it himself. To her certain knowledge he’d never d
‘No formality,’ he warned. ‘That is my wife’s instruction, and I dare not disobey!’‘Why, Zamorah—you sound as if you are almost under the thumb,’ mocked Theodore softly.‘Perhaps I am. And a very beautiful thumb it happens to be,’ murmured Zamorah.‘You’ve changed,’ observed Theodore, creasing his brow in a frown. ‘You’d never have admitted to something like that in the past.’‘Ah, but everything changes, Theodore,’ said Zamorah. ‘That is one of life’s great certainties.’For a moment the light of challenge sparked between the eyes of the brothers, and for a moment Pamela caught a glimpse of what the two men must have been like as children.‘Come this way,’ continued Zamorah, leading them into an enormous sitting room whose floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the park.And there, with a baby on her
‘Not getting broody, are you?’ Flora laughed.It was perhaps unfortunate that the brothers’ conversation chose that precise moment to end and Theodore glanced up. He must have heard what they’d been saying, Pamela thought, her skin suddenly growing cold with fear. He must have done. Why else did he fix her with an expression she’d never seen before? A calculating look iced the ebony depths of his eyes which made her feel like some sort of gatecrasher.‘Of course I’m not!’ she denied quickly, reaching for a glass of water and horribly aware of the sudden flush of colour to her cheeks. Why was he looking at her like that—with his eyes full of suspicion? Did he think she was trying to ingratiate herself with the monarch and his wife? Or did he think she really was getting broody?One moment she had been part of their charmed inner circle—warmed by its privileged light—and now in an instant it felt as if she had been kicked out and left to shiver on the darkened sidelines.By the time the
SO IT was true.Horribly, horribly true.Pamela’s fears that Theodore was cooling towards her were not some warped figment of her imagination, after all. It wasn't merely her mind playing cruel tricks on her, fabricating scenarios born out of insecurity. The evidence was there, unmistakable and painful. She was getting the cool treatment. Definitely. The change in his demeanor was subtle yet pervasive, a chilling shift she recognized much too well to be mistaken.It started with small things—missed calls, delayed responses to her messages, and an increasing number of excuses about work commitments that prevented them from spending time together. Their once frequent and lively conversations had dwindled into sparse and perfunctory exchanges. When they were together, his attention seemed to drift elsewhere, his eyes often glazed over with a distant, distracted look. Gone were the spontaneous moments of affection that had once made her feel cherished and adored. Instead, there was a noti
She tried to convince herself that the nausea she felt was merely a lingering effect of a brief illness caused by some bad fish. The tenderness in her breasts, she reasoned, was just due to hormonal fluctuations and nothing more. After all, she was on the pill, and everyone knew the pill was a reliable safeguard against pregnancy.But the feeling of nausea began to worsen, a constant churning in her stomach that refused to be ignored. The aching in her breasts, too, became more pronounced, a persistent reminder that something wasn't quite right. She tried to dismiss these symptoms as mere coincidences or temporary discomforts, but an unsettling thought kept nagging at her. Then, Theodore said something that made her question whether she was indeed imagining things.It was during a weekend they had planned to spend together at his apartment. It had been so long since they had the luxury of two whole days to themselves, and she eagerly anticipated these rare moments. There was something
But his words only increased her sense of anxiety, and she was almost relieved when the phone in his study began ringing and he swore a little before going off to answer it. It was the one phone he never ignored—the private line between him and his brother’s palace in Khoshorbhan.Pamela could hear him speaking in a lowered voice, so she took the opportunity to head for the bathroom down the corridor—the one he never used. Her heart was racing as she closed the door, and the terrible taste of fear was in her mouth. And she knew that she could no longer put off the moment of truth.She flinched as she saw the image which was reflected back at her in the full-length mirror. Her face was paper-pale and her eyes looked huge and haunted, but it was her body which disturbed her. Like most women, she was not usually given to staring at her naked self, but even she could see that her breasts looked swollen and the nipples were much darker than usual.W
But her decision didn’t give her any peace of mind. She was still left with nagging doubts. Theodore was leaving to go back to his homeland, and suddenly she didn’t know where her place in his life should be. She struggled to a find common ground.‘Did … did your brother and his wife enjoy themselves in London last week?’ she asked.‘I assume so.’‘They didn’t mention it?’He raised dark brows. ‘Should they have done?’‘Just … well, I thought it was quite a fun evening, that’s all.’‘Indeed it was.’ He gave a brief smile, preoccupied with his forthcoming trip and pleased to have something to take his mind of the damned tension between them. ‘But they have a hectic life, you know, Pamela. Pretty much wall-to-wall socialising wherever they are.’It was the hint of aloofness in his tone which made Pamela stiffen. That and the patronising sense that she had stepped over some invisible line of propriety. As if she had dared to look on the King and his wife as some sort of equals, instead o
The blue line couldn't be denied any longer—and neither could the test Pamela had done the day before, or the day before that. Because all the tests in the world would only verify what she had known all along. And all the wishing in the world wouldn't change that fact.She was pregnant with Prince Theodore Kaid's baby. The man who had told her in no uncertain terms that he had no desire to have a baby was going to be a father. The realization weighed heavily on her, a mix of fear and excitement swirling within her. How would he react? What would this mean for her future?Feeling caged and restless, she stared out of the window at the red bus which was lumbering down the road below. It was stuffy and hot in her tiny flat, but she felt too tired to face walking to the nearest park. She’d been feeling tired a lot recently, the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that came with growing a new life inside her. Every morning, she woke up with the same overwhelming fatigue, a constant reminder of th