Estelio’s company in the car made the journey a whole lot easier for Charley because she could pretend to doze while he and Adelina talked. It vaguely occurred to her that the conversation was hushed and heated, but she assumed Adelina was keeping her promise to give him a hard time for the trick with the wine, so she didn’t listen.
And anyway, she did have a headache, one of those dull, throbbing aches that came when you didn’t like yourself and knew the feeling was not going to change any time soon. When the two cousins decided to have a last drink in the bar before they went to their rooms, Charley made her escape and spent the night with her head stuffed beneath her pillow, trying not to remember what she had done.
But she should have listened to what the other two had been saying, as she discovered early the next morning when hell arrived with the sound of urgent knocking on her door. If she’d listened, she might have been able to stop Adelina from making the biggest mistake of her life.
As it was, all she could do was stand and listen in growing horror while Carina Alonzo poured it all out between thick, shaking sobs.
‘She’s gone!’ Adelina’s mamma choked out hysterically the moment that Charley opened her door. "She just packed all her things in the middle of the night and left the hotel!" All this time, she never showed a single sign that they were planning this between them! How could she? How could he? What are people going to say? What about Damiano? Oh, I don’t think I can bear it. She has thrown away a wonderful future. How could she do this to us? How could your foolish brother just turn up here and steal her away?
Having assumed that Mrs. Alonzo had been referring to Estelio, "Charles?" Charley choked out her words in disbelief. "Are you sure you meant my brother, Mrs. Alonzo?" she asked unsteadily.
"Of course I mean Charles!" the older woman shook out. "He arrived here yesterday afternoon, apparently." He was hiding in Adelina’s bathroom when I went to see her yesterday! Can you imagine it? She wasn’t dressed, and the bed was rumpled! Dio mio, it does not take much to guess what has been going on! Did you know about what they were planning to do, Charlotte—did you?
The fierce accusation straightened Charley’s backbone. "No," she denied adamantly. "I’m as shocked about this as you are!"
"Well, I hope that is true," Mrs. Alonzo said coldly. "For I will never forgive you if you played along with this inexcusable thing!"
"I thought you meant she’d gone away with Estelio," Charley murmured dazedly.
‘Estelio? He’s her cousin! Are you trying to make this situation worse than it already is?
Thoroughly chastened by the appalled response, Charley could only mumble out an apology.
"Now someone is going to have to break the news to Damiano," Adelina’s mother sobbed. ' Adelina has left him a note, but Damiano went to his Lake Como villa last night to prepare for our arrival tomorrow, and my husband has left for the city to see to some business this morning—he doesn’t even know yet what his wicked daughter has done to ruin our lives!
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The Villa De Santis stood on top of a rocky outcrop, its pale lemon walls kissed by the softening light of the afternoon sun.
Charley’s stomach gave a nauseous flutter as she stepped from the water taxi onto the villa’s private jetty, its newly painted ribs standing out in the brilliant sunshine against the darkness of the older wood. Another boat was already moored there, a sleek, racy-looking thing that completely demoralized the water taxi as it nudged in beside it.
Adelina’s father had arranged for a car to bring her as far as Bellagio. They’d discussed if they should ring Dami to break the news to him, then decided he should be told face-to-face. At first, Alberto Alonzo was going to make the trip himself, but he looked so ill that Charley offered to come in his place.
His heart wasn’t good, and she felt responsible. How could she not feel responsible when it was her brother who’d caused all of this? But after her own utter stupidity of the night before, the last thing she wanted to do right now was come face to face with Dami De Santis.
The old quiver struck as she walked towards the iron gates that she assumed would lead to steps up to the villa. Behind her, she could hear the water taxi already moving away, its engines growling as it churned up the glinting blue water, leaving her feeling as if she had just been marooned in the worst place on earth.
A man appeared from out of the shadows on the other side of the gate, stopping her in her tracks with his piercing dark eyes that looked her up and down. She had to look a mess because she certainly felt one with her hair hanging loosely around her pale face. And she was still wearing the same green top and white capris she’d pulled on so hurriedly this morning when Adelina’s mamma had knocked on her door.
"May I help you, signorina?" the man questioned in coolly polite Italian.
Passing her nervous tongue across her lips, "I’ve come with a letter for Signor De Santis," Charley explained. "My name is Charlotte Jones."
He nodded his head and produced a cell phone, his dark eyes not leaving her for a second while he spoke quietly to whoever was listening on the other end. Then with another nod, he unlocked the gate and opened it. "You can go up, signorina," he sanctioned.
With a murmured thanks, Charley was about to step past him when a sudden thought made her stop. "I will need a taxi back to Bellagio," she told him. "I didn’t think to ask the other one to wait."
"I will see to it when you are ready to leave," he assured her.
Offering another husky "thank you," Charley continued on her way to discover a set of age-worn stone steps cut into the rock face. At the top of the steps she found soft green lawns, carefully tended gardens, and a path leading to a stone terrace beyond which stood the villa with its long windows thrown open to the softest of breezes coming off the lake.
She thought it was beautiful, but that was as far as her observations went. She was too uptight, too anxious—scared witless, if she was going to be honest.
Another man was waiting for her on the terrace. He offered her a small, stately bow and invited her to follow him. It was cool inside the villa; the decoration was a mix of warm colors, hung with beautiful tapestries and paintings in ornate gold frames. The man led the way to a pair of heavy wood doors, knocked, then opened one of them before stepping to one side in a silent invitation for her to pass through.
Needing to take a deep breath before she could make herself go any further, Charley walked past the servant into a beautiful room with high stucco ceilings and long, narrow windows that flooded the room with soft, golden light. The walls were pale, the furniture dark and solid like the richly polished floor beneath her feet. Shelves lined with books filled narrow alcoves, and a heavy stone fireplace dominated one wall. As she spun her gaze over sumptuously ancient dark red velvet chairs and elegant sofas, she finally settled on the huge, heavily carved desk set between two of the windows—and the man who was standing tall and still behind it.
Tension instantly grabbed hold of her throat and sent her heart sinking to her toes. Charley realized that he already knew about Adelina sent her heart sinking to her toes. It was stamped right there on his grimly cold face."You have a letter for me, I believe," Dami De Santis prompted. There was no greeting, no attempt whatsoever to make this easier for her.But then why should he—? "How did you know?" Charley dared to ask him.His eyes made a brief flick down her front, then away again. "She was to be my wife." The position made her vulnerable to a certain kind of low-life out on the street, so of course I had a security team watching her.But they didn’t stop her from running away with Charles? Charley would have loved to have asked the question, but the way he was standing there in a steel-dark, razor-sharp business suit and with his face carved into such cold, hard angles, the question remained just a thick lump in her throat as she made herself walk forward, feeling as if she w
"I..I suppose you’re wondering where your engagement ring is," she blurted out, needing to say something to fill in the unbearably tense empty space, and the ring had come up in discussion when Adelina’s mother had said the same thing."No," he denied without any inflection whatsoever. I would imagine that running off with a poor man has already sealed the ring’s fate.Charley winced, her cheeks heating at this cool reminder of the other issue in all of this she was having to deal with—the fact that the man Adelina had run off with also happened to be her very own brother."Charles isn’t poor." She felt compelled to defend Charles’s middle-class earnings. It was, after all, the only thing about him she felt she could defend right now."In your estimation or mine?"Oh, that was so very arrogant of him. Charley felt anger begin to rise, even though she knew she didn’t have the right to let it. "Look," with a tense twist, she turned to the door, "I think I had better leave you to—""Runn
"Let me test that," he offered. "You have known all along what they were planning."It was not a question. "No," Charley insisted. "I told you I did not know."But even as she said it, her insides were creasing guiltily because perhaps she had seen it coming, only if it had been so much simpler to just block it out."I did not have you down as a liar, Charlotte," he said coolly."I’m not lying!" Frowning, annoyed with herself as well as with him and this horrible position she’d been put in, "I did not see it coming," she insisted a second time, "but I admit I feel some responsibility because I think I should have done.""Because you knew they were lovers?"Did he have to put it as calmly as that? Shifting her tense stance, "Yes," she answered, deciding to be blunt with him since he didn’t seem to possess a single sensitive nerve in his body. "For a while, several years ago."‘Childhood sweethearts.’ His hard mouth flicked out the semblance of a smile.A bit more than that, she thought
Charley flushed. "Charles wanted to be an artist.""Oh, how romantically right for him," her persecutor mocked. "With his golden good looks and his ravaged sensibilities, he makes the perfect rescue for an impressionable thing like Adelina—whereas you," he went on before Charley could say anything, "make the perfect level-headed foil to keep Adelina’s starry eyes blinded to what your brother is really about."Charley straightened her trembling, tense shoulders. "Have you quite finished slaughtering my family?" she demanded, wanting to slap his face."Haughty," he remarked. "I like it.""Well, I don’t like you!" she hit back. "Adelina and I have been friends since we were twelve years old—her wealth or my lack of it has never been an issue between us because that’s not what true friendship is about! "My family works hard for its living," she said proudly. "All of us work hard!" My father did not waste his life swanning around the world enjoying the useless life of an overindulged playb
For goodness’ sake! She jumped to her feet. "Don’t you think this situation is bad enough without you trying to fly to the moon?"He laughed! Charley couldn’t believe she was hearing it! "You have a quaint way of expressing yourself."If the desk hadn’t been between them, she would have thrown herself at him in fury! "I am not marrying you!" she had to make do with shouting out.‘Why not?’ Throwing himself into the chair behind the desk, he gave her a challenging look. "Is there something wrong with me?""Don’t ask me to make a list," Charley muttered, wrapping her arms around her body and glaring at him while her mind shot off in all directions trying to make sense of this mad situation. "You’ve got the eyes of a lion," she then heard herself murmur out of absolutely nowhere!"Lions mark their territory and jealously protect their women, but they do not hunt," he responded lazily."Is that supposed to mean something?" Charley snapped, wishing she’d kept her silly mouth shut about his
Charley gaped. "Who told you my sex life was—?""Adelina, who else?"Her best friend, Adelina, had said that about her—to him?"She gave you two different lovers, neither of whom lasted beyond the first venture between the sheets." "Englishmen, of course," he said, "with a fumbling lack of finesse.""And you think speaking to me like this shows finesse?" The heat of dismay and the sharp sting of hurt were crawling all over her. She had never felt so let down by Adelina in their ten-year friendship! How dared she speak to him about Charley’s personal life—how dared she tell such wicked lies about it? "Well, I don’t," she said grimly. "And I am not going to listen to any more of it."She turned once again to leave.But that relentlessly cool voice was not going to let her go. "Marry me next week and I will bail your father out of debt, pay off his loan, and send in my own team of experts to help oversee the recovery of his company," it continued, bringing her to yet another quivering st
"What a joke!" She laughed loudly. "Why do you think they delegated the job of coming here to me?"Surprise momentarily lit his golden eyes up. "So they’re scared." "Good, that works in our favor.""Will you stop talking as if this has anything to do with me when it doesn’t?" Charley choked. "I’m just the pawn here you’re using to salve your wounded arrogance!""Pawns are very powerful pieces on the chessboard.""Oh, shut up!" She flared up. ‘Have you no idea how infuriating it is that you have a slick answer to everything?’‘Seemingly not.’ A hint of a wry smile touched the corners of his mouth. "I will try to curb the habit," he offered.Pulling in a deep breath, Charley let it out again. "Now can I go?" she repeated.Reaching out for the telephone sitting on his desk, he stabbed in a set of numbers, then began shedding instructions in Italian to whoever was listening on the other end while Charley listened and wished to God that she didn’t find the rich, smooth tones in his voice s
"I’m a marriage wrecker," she informed the root of her character assassination via the telephone while she paced angrily up and down in front of his desk. She was speaking to Dami via the phone because after he walked out of here three days ago, he had left the villa altogether and had not bothered to come back. Charles is the saving knight on the white charger. Adelina is the betrayed damsel he saved. And you,’ she told him, "are the absolute epitome of man’s idea of a man." big enough to acknowledge your mistake in your choice of bride and arrogant enough to grab the one you decided you wanted instead!He laughed. Charley wanted to fly at him in a rage, but he wasn’t here, and what difference would it make if he were? She would still have all the bad things people were saying about her, and..."When you said I would be the one to carry the can, you really meant it," she whispered."Once the fuss has died down, you will become the envy of every woman out there, trust me," he said."B