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