"Over my dead body!"
A thundering voice startled Ava from her thinking, and she turned to see Lord Carlton jumped from his seat. Magnus' face changed, and his watery eyes turned steely.
"That can be arranged."
He replied, undaunted and unabashed.
"You worthless, degenerate ..."
Lord Carlton stormed across the aisle and reached his son in a couple of strides. Magnus let his father spit in his face and slap him hard, but when the older man snatched his collar, he broke free and shoved him back.
"How dare you!"
The lord bristled. He looked shocked, not expecting his son would have dared to fight back. Growling, he hurled himself at his son. Soon both father and son got into a violent brawl.
"Stop it, stop it, oh..."
Lady Cecily sighed and collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"Cecily!"
Lord Carlton turned and rushed to his fainting wife.
"Father, please let me know about mother's condition soon as you arrive."Outside the church, Ava hugged her father for the last time before they parted."Don't worry about that, sweetheart."Her father gave a gentle stroke on her arm.Since the wedding was precipitated by a pressing reason, there would be no reception afterwards, and her father needed to return home as soon as possible. They departed from the church as soon as her father's carriage was clear of the drive."You alright?"Ashton asked once they settled in the carriage. Ava nodded stiffly and pretended to gaze out the window, avoiding his eyes. Soon as the carriage rolled, a fraught silence fell between them. Neither of them had spoken a word throughout the ride. It appeared that several unpleasant incidents before had affected him as much as it had her. Surprisingly the absence of conversation that lasted all the way back home was rat
Much to her dismay, his face changed at the mention of the other woman, and he went to answer the door.Madame. So that was the way his servants addressed Amanda. Of course. What better way to call a mistress of a magnificent French house?That was when Ava realized, by marrying him, she must learn to accept the fact that her fate would forever intertwined with Amanda. Since they shared a child together, Amanda was an inseparable part of his life. And hers. Until forever.Entirely displeased, Ava watched indignantly as he opened the door and took the paper from the butler's hand. After dismissing the servant, he unfolded the letter and began to read. An instant frown appeared between his brows."What happened?"She asked as she came up behind him, but he folded the letter before she could read it."It's Lillian. She is serio
The next few hours felt like years as he waited outside Amanda's chamber while Doctor Engelbert and his nurse wife taking care of her. After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor finally came out the room."She is going to be fine." said the doctor with a reassuring smile."I must say it's a miracle that her injury is not life-threatening. She could have split her head open."The words brought him an instant flood of relief, that soon fleeted when he saw the severity of her injury. The doctor had put roughly twenty stitches on her face and, with his positive yet ambiguous statement, had indicated that even if the wound healed well, Amanda would never look the same. The accident would leave her a permanent mark on the most visible place.Soon as the doctor left, Ashton withdrew to his chamber. He dropped onto the nearest sofa, gazing into the crackling blaze in the fireplace. H
Despite her resolve to face her new family with her head held high, Ava found herself sighing in relief at the sight of the empty table when she stepped into the dining room the next morning. The prospect of facing her new relatives was thoroughly disconcerting, even more so when she knew they were not entirely pleased to welcome her.A male servant seated her next to the big chair at the head of the long table, which seemingly belonged to her husband. As she waited for the food to be served, she glanced nervously over her shoulder at the door, half expecting somebody would appear there.She was beginning to regret her decision to go downstairs. Polly had offered to send her breakfast to her chamber, but she declined. She decided to face her new family instead of avoiding them. She was mulling over her foolish decision to show up on her own when suddenly a plate landed on the table with a loud clattering noise. Startled, she turned to find a
Ignoring the maid's panicked apologies, he cursed his own negligence. He should have Amanda removed to one of the room downstairs. He should have fastened the balcony door with a bar."Amanda,"He called softly, as if she was a scared animal that must be approached slowly and steadily. His heart stopped when she turned her head and spun around to face him. Moonlight cast a ghastly shadow over her wounded face. She peered at him with a cold, menacing look."You lied to me. I will have to live with this ugly scar for the rest of my life."Despite a rising surge of terror, he attempted a firm yet gentle voice as he carefully took a step forward."Get down, Amanda. Let's talk inside.""I don't want to listen to your shit!!!"She yelled loudly, making him stop with a start."What will all the men think of me now?!!! They will say I'm a monster...""You're still beautiful
Sometime later, rumpled and sated, Amanda crawled atop him like a drowsy cat. Purring in satisfaction, she snuggled comfortably against his chest."Promise me you'll never try to hurt yourself again."He said, staring idly to the ceiling. She turned to look up at him."Why does it matter to you?""Because I truly care about you."The simple words seemed to touch her, because she went still. After a long moment, the pensive look replaced by her usual playfulness."I forgot how good it was."She drew circles on his chest with her fingertip, and smiled as she noticed what the careless touch did to his body."Did you miss me when I left?""Yes." He admitted reluctantly. It was strange that they could talk about their feelings like this. In the past, they had never talked to each other after lovemaking. Yes, they did talk during the torrid session, but it w
When he finally managed to get away from Amanda and returned home, he was glad he met nobody but some scurrying servants on his way to his chamber. Once the door closed, he settled into his bed. He'd never felt so weary, so lightheaded, so spent. And so terribly wretched.A faint odor of his male substance mixed with Amanda's feminine musk still lingered on his skin, clinging to his nostrils. He left her house without taking a bath, knowing that it would only lead to another torrid session in the tub. Amanda was talented and she knew how to please him more than any other woman. But this, his secret tryst with Amanda, no matter how righteous the purpose was, could never be justified.He cursed himself for his lack of judgement. If only he could turn back time he'd never given Amanda access to an extravagant sum that she could buy a horse. He shouldn't have lavished Amanda to a large extent. No.
"It smells like hell!"Amanda complained once the cover of the pot was removed. A strong herbal odor wafted through the air. They were in a large salon in the French house, sitting on a velvet upholstered coach."Try it. It works wonders."He showed the faint, faded line across his palm, persistently convincing the reluctant Amanda to try the Gypsi medicine. After a good long while, finally she allowed him to apply the ointment to the stitched wound."Let it absorb for a while. Don't touch or wipe it."Amanda crinkled her noise and started complaining again, but he insisted, carefully smearing the foul cream all over her wound."You'll look just the same as before. You'll forget you ever got this wound."To his great relief, the stinking medicine decreased her mood for amorous act. When he first arrived, she had pulled him down to kiss him and climbed onto his lap, but now she was reclining on