Launch a line from a top design house in the world? As his wife, she has nothing to complain about.His wife?He had to be joking; he had always liked making her miserable!"You cannot see that boy anymore, Kassandra."No more trips to New York...Romanos allows you far too much financial freedom, but not anymore.Kassandra met his gaze, and everything within her stilled.Darian Timandros didn’t give his word or make a promise easily. When he did,Fear struck her so hard that her knees shuddered under her.He instantly moved forward to catch her, but Kassandra jerked away from him. "Don’t come near me," she whispered.She grabbed the door to stop it from sliding to the floor in a puddle. She wanted to scream her denial, but what left her mouth was a soft gasp.He would never forgive her, or himself, for Rhode’s death; never even give her a chance. would punish them both for the rest of their lives.And to even contemplate being his wife in the true sense of the word...Perversely, she
She didn’t feel anything except a questionable warmth at seeing a familiar face.Why Darian of all men? Was she that much of a sucker for pain?"I can see that you’re—" Kal’s gaze swept over her, "—looking astonishingly well, so I’m not going to ask how you have been."Set against Darian’s lacerating contempt, there was a slumbering, almost comforting quality to Kal that had always put her at ease. Looking into the bottomless depths of Kal’s eyes now, she wondered how much of that warmth was a deceptive facade.Come, I’ll take you home. "Darian will thank me for stopping his precious wife from getting arrested for indecent exposure."Kassandra shivered, only barely stopping herself from covering her chest with her arms. Hearing herself referred to as Darian’s wife, even the mention of that bond that tied them together made her queasy inside, and Kal knew it.Straightening her shoulders and resolutely holding her arms down, she glared at him. "Then he shouldn’t have dumped me in that m
Having known how cunningly perceptive Kal was, Darian decided to leave. It had been a miracle in itself that Kal had—showing what Romanos would have called uncharacteristic wisdom—left Darian alone after Kassandra’s latest stunt.He didn’t want to discuss Kassandra with him, of all people.Kal’s jaw was already black and blue, and for once, Darian enjoyed the result of his loss of control. "Put some ice on it."Kal stopped him with a hand on his arm. "You’re pushing it too far, Darian.""Leave it alone, Kal." He knew exactly what his friend was talking about.Moving around him, Kal blocked his path. "You went above and beyond what Romanos asked of you. "Wash your hands off."Romanos, to whom he and Kal owed their entire world, had asked for only one thing in return after becoming their salvation when they had been nothing but uneducated thugs.And Darian had failed spectacularly at it. "Have you forgiven yourself for everything you have ever done? Or failed to do so?"All emotion seep
Kassandra dropped it with a gasp, her heart jamming in her throat. Perspiration condensed on her forehead as she stared down at the phone on the dull carpet.It pinged again, jolting her out of her haze. She swiped it open to the text.Come down to the café in ten minutes. I have an offer for you.An offer? Could she trust him? Had she finally gotten through to him?I will scream if I see your security guys.’She waited, her breath hanging in her throat.Enough drama, Kassandra. Come down or I will come upstairs.The thought of Darian invading her private space, as much of a jail as it was, sent her fingers flying over the phone.Fine, see you in a bit.She felt more hopeful than she’d been in months. She was about to step into the shower when it pinged again.Kassandra ' Dress appropriately.Leaning against the bathroom wall, she made an utterly juvenile face at the phone. The small space thundered with the boom of her heart.Darian was here because he had bought her bluff. It wouldn
Despite losing her father suddenly in a car accident and being thrust into an unfamiliar world that Romanos and he lived in, he had never seen her morose or down.That same selfishness that he abhorred also lent her a strange strength. It was as if she stood behind a veil that separated her emotions, her very self, from the people around her."So was all that food to please the waiter?""Where are your manners, Darian?""All my finer qualities disappear like a mist when it comes to you, Kassandra.""I was running this afternoon. So all that food is for me. "Darian nodded, understanding the toned lightness of her body. "What happened to walking out of the flat and the job? To let your little lawyer loose on me? "He saw her still for a second before she turned toward him. "I... Philip advised me to not do anything rash.""And you listened." which meant she trusted him, which meant Darian needed to know everything about him.The waiter brought the food, and she grabbed a fork. A satisf
His laughter clanged in the open café. It was a sound Kassandra had so rarely heard that she stared at him, her breath caught somewhere in her throat.That lean chest rumbled as if he couldn’t contain it. From the long column of his throat to the sharp grooves in his sliced cheeks, he was gorgeous to behold.It seemed the café froze around them to take in the sight.A woman at the next table stilled with her coffee cup halfway to her mouth, her gaze eating him up. Still laughing, he pushed back the thick lock of jet-black hair that fell onto his forehead.And the solid gold band on his finger glinted in the streetlight.The twinkle of the metal struck Kassandra in the chest as if it were an arrow.The wedding band... He was wearing his wedding band.The ring she had slipped onto his finger while tears had pooled in her eyes. The ring that had bound her to him in the holiest of bonds and yet was nothing but a shackle...Why did he wear the damned ring? Had he worn it that day aboard Ka
She had been Without a doubt.Darian didn’t know what more shocked him. The fact that she would tell such a white lie about something so trivial or the reality of her lifeless, joyless flatIt was as if she had intentionally designed herself a sterile prison cell and had punished herself.Everything inside him recoiled at the thought that she had lived like this for five years. Why? Why live as though she was punishing herself when she had argued with him so furiously that she wanted it to end?Had Rhode’s death scared her so much? Had it really changed her?There was not a single thing out of place in the living room, or the small kitchen, or in the glimpse he had caught of her bedroom. She had everything she required.The cupboards were full of silverware; a plasma television adorned the wall in the living room, yet was coated with five layers of dust.There were no decorative items, no knickknacks. Just the bare essentials wherever he looked. The walls were a pristine white exactly
"Answer me.""No, I don’t regret it. I would have done anything to save you from that drug-induced-drink-all-night-reckless-party life."No denial rushed out of her this time. Instead, she closed her eyes and bent her head to his chest. The raw intimacy of the gesture flayed him, reaching a part he didn’t know he possessed.Her shoulders pushing at his chest, the scent of her coating the air he breathed, her lithe form was so tempting. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, he wanted to bury his mouth in... Feeling like an iron anvil was sitting on his chest, he clasped her wrists to push her away.Instead, the pad of his thumb moved over the plump vein of its own will.Her breaths came in a slow rasp until, suddenly, she looked up. His lungs burned for air as her fingers laced around his, as a blunt nail raked the center of his palm, her molten brown gaze clung to his lips.Something so desperate and wanting flashed in her gaze that Darian dropped her hand.It was so unlike Kassandra
He moved suddenly, turned to her, and gripped her arms; she glimpsed the desperation in his eyes as he dragged her against his chest. "I will do whatever it takes to win you back, Kalila." "You are my wife, the love of my life, and I won’t let you go." His warm breath fanning the curls that framed her face, he pressed his lips to her temple, his eyes briefly closing as if in pain."I have told my father to name his brother Sulim as the interim ruler of Qubbah in the event of his dying before Hazem comes of age." Kate stared at him, shocked beyond words. "But... but why?" she finally stumbled.I thought that you were to rule until Hazem was older. "You are the King’s only son, and it is your duty." Ahsan shook his head. "My first duty is to my wife, and my father agrees." Even if he did not, I would still be here for you."Don't you understand, Kalila?" he asked urgently. "You are more important to me than Qubbah, my father, everything." You, me, and Hazem are a family, and the only thin
The still silence in the garden that followed his astounding statement was broken by the piercingly sweet song of a blackbird. Kate licked her suddenly dry lips, her heart beating so fast she was sure it would explode. "I don’t understand.""It’s quite simple." He sounded impatient and stared at her haughtily. But to her amazement, streaks of dull color highlighted his cheekbones, and his eyes veered from hers as if he were afraid to meet her gaze. "I love you, Kate."Her rebuttal was fierce and immediate. "No, you don’t.""I should have known you would want to argue about it, Kalila." A little of his tension left him, and his smile stole her breath."You don’t love me," she said again. It was probably some cruel trick, and she had more sense than to be fooled. "You married me for Hazem." You love Farrah. Malika said so.Malika said a lot of things, most of them untrue. Ahsan’s voice was suddenly harsh."But not the things she said about me," Kate said thickly. "My mother was a prosti
The blue sky was dotted with cotton wool clouds, and the warm breeze carried a scent of lavender and old-fashioned roses. There was no place on earth more beautiful than Ingledean on a spring day, Kate mused—except an oasis in the middle of the desert, where palm trees provided shade from the scorching sun and an azure pool glinted beneath a cloudless sky.She had been home for a month—although Ingledean no longer felt like home without Hazem. The image of his huge brown eyes and impish smile caused the familiar agonizing pain in her chest, and she bit down hard on her lip, tasted blood, and cursed the tears that slid unchecked down her face. She couldn’t cry forever. Somehow she was going to have to find the strength to move on, pick up the threads of her life, or maybe make a new one, far away from Ingledean and all its memories. But since she had left Qubbah, a terrible lassitude had settled on her, and she could not plan anything when the only two people she loved were far away on
In less than an hour, she was expected to attend the lavish dinner organized in honor of King Kabir’s recovery and his return as supreme ruler of Qubbah. And somehow she was going to have to do so without revealing that she was breaking up inside, which Kate acknowledged despairingly as she stared in the mirror at her paper-white face and red-rimmed eyes.When she first returned to the palace after her explosive confrontation with Malika, she locked herself in her dressing room and recalled, in stunned disbelief, everything the young Arab woman had told her. Could it be true? Had Ahsan always intended to divorce her once he’d gained custody of Hazem and marry his beautiful advisor?She did not know how long she’d sat there, but eventually her maid had knocked on the door and reminded her that it was time to prepare for the banquet. She should have made the excuse that she was ill—no one who saw her pallor would fail to believe her. But the steely backbone of pride that had seen her th
Despite the warmth of the early-evening sunshine, Kate shivered. "You’re talking nonsense," she said firmly, striving to sound confident despite the sudden lurch of her heart. She was perfectly aware of why Ahsan had married her, but he had given no hint that he wanted a divorce. Ahsan told me he was never engaged to you. She lifted her chin and glared at Malika, trying to ignore the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach."He wasn’t," Malika agreed, looking surprised. "I was engaged to Farhan; Ahsan was engaged to Farrah."The world seemed to tilt alarmingly for a few seconds, and Kate actually gripped the edge of the wall for support. Ahsan and Farrah! It couldn’t possibly be true, could it? "Jamila told me that Ahsan was in love with his fiancée," she said faintly. "She doesn’t know why the marriage didn’t take place."Malika gave a careless shrug. ‘Jamila knows. Everyone at the palace knows that Ahsan adored Farrah and that she eloped with his brother on the eve of their wedding.
He was suddenly aware that the children had finished their dance and everyone was waiting for his response. Kate had turned her head to him, frowning at his inattention, and he quickly clapped his hands in applause. Once the dancers had filed out of the marquee, his personal assistant Zaid appeared at his side and informed him that a group of local potters had brought their best work for his gracious inspection. Stifling a sigh, he led the royal party out into the blazing sunshine.The garden party continued all afternoon, and Ahsan was not in the best of moods when he strode back to the palace. He suddenly realized that he was too far ahead and slowed his pace, waiting for Kate to catch up with him. He frowned when he noted how pale she looked beneath her wide-brimmed hat. She made no attempt to speed up, and the dejected droop of her shoulders fueled his impatience."I appreciate that an afternoon spent admiring traditional crafts and customs is not likely to top your list of exciti
Her feet briefly touched the floor, and he spun her around, tugged her zip down her spine, and removed her dress before she had time to catch her breath. Her bra went the same way before he lifted her again and threw her onto the bed as if she were a rag doll, his eyes glittering with a mixture of anger and sexual hunger that made Kate’s stomach dip."At night, I’m happy to give you all the attention you could possibly want," he growled, his shoes, trousers, and shirt hitting the floor with barely controlled savagery until he stood in his silk boxers. "This is the only bed you’ll ever sleep in." The boxers joined the rest of his clothes, revealing his powerful, unashamedly aroused body in all its glory. "But I wouldn’t bank on sleeping for many hours yet."Kate stared up at him, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she struggled to control the wild excitement that was pounding through her veins. She was conscious that she was wearing nothing but a pair of tiny lace pants and the pric
Clearly embarrassed, Aaliyah determinedly changed the subject to Hazem and how fast he was growing. But although Kate smiled and made token conversation, her mind was whirling. If Malika’s family had expected her to marry Ahsan, was she the woman he had been engaged to years ago—the woman Jamila had said he had loved? But, if so, why had they not married? It didn’t make sense, and she brooded miserably as she stared at Ahsan. He was smiling at Malika and clearly enjoying her company. Perhaps they had argued and broken off their engagement. Was he now regretting his lost chance to marry a beautiful, clever Arab girl who would have made him the perfect wife?From that moment on, the party became a blur of faces and stilted conversation with people she had never met before. She was sure they viewed her as an oddity, with her pale skin and vivid hair—and her glaring lack of sophistication. But until his father had recovered, Ahsan was king, and one of her wifely duties outside of the bedr
As Ahsan had predicted, his team of advisors was waiting for him when they arrived back at the palace. Even on the journey across the desert, he’d had his mobile phone clamped to his ear, and Kate had sat silently beside him, lost in her thoughts. The honeymoon was over, and he had made it abundantly clear that he now saw her role as his wife as a walk-on part—or perhaps a lie-down part, she thought bitterly. But what had she expected? She had married him for Hazem, and he had married her for sex, and they had each gotten what they wanted.At least she had Hazem, she told herself later that evening, when she tucked the toddler into bed. She had missed him desperately, and his evident delight that she was back was a comforting balm to her raw emotions. She was Ahsan’s wife, a member of the Royal Family of Qubbah, and no one could ever take him away from her now.But as she prepared for the state banquet, her insecurities returned, and she felt sick with nerves. She had been horrified w