Cassia was struggling to breathe through the intense pain. ‘I can't… Calix… I'm unable to breathe or move.For a moment, when Cassia pushed weakly at Calix’s chest, he thought she was still fighting him. He looked down. She was pasty. The same color as the previous night at the restaurant. Panic slammed into his body, even as he tried to rationalize what could be causing the same reaction.He lifted her up into his arms and strode through the house, an unbidden and constricting fear making him feel uncoordinated. He bellowed for Thea, and when she appeared at the top of the stairs, he instructed her to call the doctor.After Cassia had thrown up, he brought her over to the bed and sat there, cradling her in his lap, until the intense, violent shaking calmed somewhat, until the storm had passed and she could breathe again. She was so limp that he felt a shard of ice slice through his chest. He was about to shout for Thea again when the doctor appeared at the door. The relief he felt wa
Cassia got up and walked up into the hall from the kitchen. Calix was coming down the stairs."I had been looking for you..."She nodded jerkily. "I think we need to talk."‘Yes.’ He was grim. ‘We do.’This is it. He’s going to tell me about the divorce, and I know I should tell him about the pregnancy now, but if I do...‘Cassia?’ He was looking at her intently.She faced him squarely and drew up reserves of strength from somewhere.‘Yes?’"Let’s sit down."He took her hand and led her over to the sofa, sitting down beside her. Putting a little distance between themOh, God, he’s going to be nice about it. This is so much worse...Cassia felt the bile rise and had to take deep breaths to will it down.‘Cassia. The doctor told me what he thinks happened last night—that it was some form of a panic attack.The abject and pitiful relief that washed over Cassia when he didn't bring up divorce right away made her want to burst out laughing.She nodded her head and focused on his face. His s
He gently cupped her cheek, the look in his eyes, his tenderness melting something inside her. She tried to fight it.‘I know… "I know that now.""I’m so sorry, Helena was so beautiful..." He had to have loved her. Perhaps still…Something twisted in his face, and a hard look came into his eyes, making Cassia shiver inwardly. "She was not beautiful, Cassia." The day before the announcement, I went to her apartment and witnessed something... awful. She was there with a group... He shook his head. Believe me, you don’t want to know. My only regret about that marriage falling through was the collapse of the merger...The guilt washed through her again. If I hadn’t followed you that night and tried to kiss you, none of this would have happened. "You wouldn’t have had to work so hard to rebuild the company; my parents wouldn’t have been so cruel."She shuddered and wanted to hold a hand up to his cheek. "When my parents sent you out of the house..." Her voice died away. The tears in her ey
Something flashed in her eyes, brief but intense. She quickly masked it, but not before he saw it.‘Please.’ She tried to pull free of his arms. "Just let me go.""Not until you tell me what’s happened." When I left, you were sitting on that couch, not moving a muscle. A different Cassia with warm eyes not this cold stranger in front of him.Cassia quailed under his look. But if I tell him, then he’ll know...But he’ll know anyway, a little voice reasoned, when the solicitor calls back when he doesn’t hear from Calix. All you have to do is pass on the message...Cassia shrugged again and averted her gaze. "Your solicitor rang."Calix was confused. How could that have had this effect? Then he closed his eyes and groaned inwardly.He opened them again and clutched Cassia’s arms even harder. "What did he say?"She looked back up. "Just that he wants you to call.""I don’t believe you."Anger rushed through her. She shook in his arms. ‘Fine. He said that if you want your quickie divorce,
‘I don't… How can I believe you? After everything that’s happened, you don’t...The magnitude of the moment, the feeling of standing on a precipice, were too much for her to take in large, fractured breaths.He was asking her to do it again. to hand him her heart. And she really didn’t know if she could...His hand smoothed her face and lovingly tucked her fringe behind one ear."I knew I was in trouble when I was running you baths and forcing you to eat at three a.m."not to mention following you to work just to see you. I was enraged that you were so unavailable. My love, you're just going to have to trust me. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t ever want you to be hurt again. Trust me. Please.’She searched his face and his eyes. Tears slipped down her cheeks. Finally she spoke with a husky catch that made Calix feel weak inside. He was overcome with love for the woman he kneeled in front of."I fell in love with you a long time ago... When I went to you that night, I truly believed I
This last story will certainly leave you keep you glued from start to finish...TITLE: A VIRGIN WIDOWThe Royal Palace in the desert kingdom of QubbahPrince Ahsan Bin Kabir Al-Rashid swept through the palace towards King Kabir’s private quarters, the expression on his handsome face so grimly forbidding that the guards quickly jumped aside to allow him to pass. "How is he?" he demanded, when his father’s servant Shayan greeted him with a bow."Sleeping, sir—the doctor gave him a sedative and instructed that His Highness should be allowed to rest," Shayan murmured, hovKateg anxiously in front of the door leading to the King’s bedroom."It’s all right, Shayan; I have no intention of disturbing him," Ahsan assured the servant. "The news of Prince Farhan’s death has been a great shock to all of us, but especially to my father.""His Highness is deeply saddened." "He is not properly recovered from the virus he contracted recently, and I fear that the news will prove too much for him," Sh
An inexplicable feeling of unease settled in the pit of Kate’s stomach. "Farhan had no family," she explained quickly. "I don’t know who this man is, but he’s probably one of Farhan’s business associates." "I'd better go up and meet them," she said, picking up the tray.Beatrice cast a disparaging look at her old clothes. "I would suggest you go and change first, but there’s no time." It’s snowing again, and I know Mr. Johnson is anxious to get back to town before the weather closes in.Kate hurried out of the kitchen, and as she crossed the oak-panelled hall, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and grimaced. Her faded jeans and tee shirt were dirtier than she'd realized, and her hair, which she'd secured in a long plait, had worked loose, framing her face with riotous stray curls.But it was unlikely that Oliver Johnson or his companion would have any interest in her appearance, she told herself as she balanced the tray on one hand and opened the library door—coming to su
His gaze locked with hers, and for a second something flared between them—some indefinable chemistry that clearly shocked her as much as it shocked him. But almost instantly, the flash of awareness in her eyes dulled and was replaced with confusion. The silence in the room was broken by the solicitor’s discreet cough. The sound reminded Ahsan that he was not here to eye up members of the domestic staff. Smothering a curse, he strode over to the desk, seized a chair, and sat down at the same time as the maid subsided into the seat next to him.Oliver Johnson cleared his throat and began to read. "I, Farhan Bin Kabir Al-Rashid, leave my entire estate, including Ingledean House and all its contents, to my wife."From the corner of her eye, Kate saw the unknown man jerk even more upright in his chair, and his voice was sharp with impatience when he spoke. I understand that my sister-in-law died three years ago. This will is null and void."There must be another updated one," he snapped hau
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