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
Please inform his nanny, or whoever is in charge of him, that I wish to meet him, and ask them to pack his personal possessions as quickly as possible. I want to leave before the weather gets any worse.Kate gaped at him, her heart thumping erratically in her chest. "You’re not taking Hazem anywhere," she snapped, her disbelief and outrage at his high-handedness causing a red mist of anger to swirl in front of her eyes. "When I married Farhan, I adopted Hazem as my own child." I am his legal parent, and he is staying right here at Ingledean. "This is his home," she finished fiercely, refusing to feel intimidated by Ahsan’s furious expression.Black brows lowered into a slashing frown. "Is this true?"Once again he addressed the solicitor, but Kate was fed up with being treated as if she were part of the furniture, and she glared at him, her hands on her hips and her eyes blazing."Damn right, it’s true." Hazem is legally my son, and I won’t allow you to take him. "You have no rights t
Noises from beyond the library door catapulted him back to the present: the sound of a child crying mingled with a distinctive, broad Yorkshire accent. A moment later, the door was flung open, and a woman appeared with a hysterical toddler in her arms."Sorry to disturb you." She addressed Kate, oblivious to the tension in the room. "But Hazem has banged his head on the kitchen table." You know how he runs everywhere. "Look, there’s a lump the size of an egg coming up on his forehead, but he won’t let me console him—he wants you."Quickly, Kate held out her arms and took the sobbing child from the cook, her heart clenching when he wrapped his arms around her neck and burrowed close. "Shh, it’s all right, darling." Let me look at your head. She brushed his dark curls off his brow and inspected the livid bruise before applying the ice pack Beatrice had handed her. "That’s quite a bump you’ve got there, but there’s no real harm done."Hazem’s sobs gradually subsided as she cuddled him. H