What Jacob saw when he went through the door stopped him in his tracks. His breath whooshed out of him.
That ghost of a man, only skin and bones couldn't possibly be his uncle.
Uncle had been a large man, he'd been robust. But this man looking at him with his eyes stark against his pale, lifeless face...
Good god.
Jacob went to him, forgetting all about his anger.
"Jake, my boy, is that you?" came his frail voice.
Jake. Nobody had called him that in years.
"Yes, uncle, it is I," Jacob replied, trying to remain calm.
"I thought I'd never see you again."
"What the hell happened to you?" Jacob boomed, unable to keep his emotions in check anymore. This wasn't a normal reunion. His uncle was barely alive.
"They said it could be a cancer," he lifted his shoulders in a shrug, but it looked like even that small action took a lot of effort.
"Where is your nurse?"
"I sent her away for a few hours, she is a nuisance is what she is."
Seeing Jacob's grim expression, his uncle smiled, "this is a happy occasion. But there are certain things I must tell you before I die."
"What is it?" He asked, wanting the ignore the second half of that sentence.
"We must not speak ill of the dead, but your aunt was a witch, you probably already knew that." His aunt had passed away last year. Jacob had not attended the funeral.
Jacob let out a choked laugh.
"Yes well, I didn't send you away because I didn't love you. I had to send you away to protect you."
Jacob resisted rolling his eyes. "Protect me from what, precisely?"
"Your aunt and her lover wanted to pronounce you illegitimate."
Jacob felt his eyes widen. "What?"
He didn't know if he should be surprised that his uptight aunt had a lover or that she had hated him so viciously. Alright, the latter was not all very surprising.
"Because they hated me. They wanted to destroy me," his uncle said simply. "They had found your parents' marriage license. If proving your illegitimacy didn't work, they were even prepared to kill you," his eyes hardened.
"I know you hate me, but I couldn't think of any other way to keep you away from all the unpleasantness."
Jacob didn't know what to say. All these years he'd painted his uncle the villain when in truth, he had only been trying to protect him.
"You could've told me. I could deal with it," he said lamely.
"I couldn't risk it. You were barely a man. And you didn't know what you'd be up against. You know who your aunt's lover was?"
Jacob shook his head.
"The Duke of Devonshire—Henry William Cavendish."
Bloody hell, that man was a pig.
"Alright, so we get back the papers from them," Jacob shrugged, wanting to calm his uncle who looked increasingly agitated.
His uncle chuckled. "It's not that simple. I've been trying these last seven years. But the man simply won't give them up. I want to see you destroyed, he keeps telling me. He carries those papers with him everywhere, Jake. I could sue him, but he's a Duke. I didn't want to burden you with this, but I don't know how long I have left. There is only one person deserving of this viscountcy, Jake and that is you."
"It doesn't matter if I don't inherit," Jacob murmured.
"Of course it matters!" His uncle shouted and then fell into a fit of coughs that shook his entire body. Jacob quickly poured him a glass of water, feeling terrible. It was obvious that this was important to his uncle.
"Promise me this, Jake. You need to become the next viscount. You can't let anyone else inherit," his uncle said forcefully, clasping Jacob's hand in his weak ones.
Jacob nodded.
"Promise me," he insisted.
"I promise," Jacob said solemnly.
His uncle relaxed, his body sagging into the bed.
"But be careful, son. Cavendish has no morals and he plays dirty."
Jacob wanted to laugh. Oh, his uncle had no idea.
Cavendish had finally met his match or was going to very soon.
"Why does Cavendish hate you?" He asked.
"It began when we were in school. But things got worse when I began to court Margaret. I was not interested but your grandfather arranged the match. Cavendish was apparently in love with her. Anyhow, he made her his mistress as soon as he could," his uncle said, sounding bored.
Oh my.
Jacob wanted to ask more, but Uncle George's eyes began to droop, the lengthy conversation having tired him.
"I'll leave you for now then," Jacob said and turned to leave.
"Jake, there's something else."
"Now what?" he sighed.
"He has your mother's necklace. The one she'd given to you. Get that too, will you?"
Jacob felt an unfamiliar emotion in him.
He nodded. "I will."
"And can you find it in you to forgive me?"
"I have nothing for which to forgive you except for keeping me away from you all these years."
"Yes and it's too late now," his uncle sighed.
It wasn't. Jacob wasn't going to let the one person that he'd loved to die just like that. Hell, he was not the sort of man to die at the age of forty-six. And this certainly didn't look like cancer.
Jaw set stubbornly, Jacob walked out of the room.
***
White's, St James
London
"I can't believe you punched me," Jacob muttered, nursing his swollen eye.
"You deserved it for going off without a goodbye," Peter grinned. "Maybe I should punch you again in the other eye, as well?
"What the hell for?"
"For not writing to me or replying to my letters."
"Maybe not."
"We've missed you, you arse," Peter Willoughby–Baron Middleton said.
"I've missed you too, Pete," Jacob replied honestly.
"Have you met your uncle? I heard he's feeling poorly."
Jacob nodded, his throat tightening.
"Are you ready to inherit?" Peter asked looking concerned.
"I don't know if I will," Jacob replied. "I don't really care if I don't inherit, but my uncle has some delusions about me being the ideal heir."
"What do you mean you don't know? You are the rightful heir!"
"Yes, but here's where things get complicated."
At Peter's look, Jacob explained his situation to him.
Peter swore viciously and quite loudly, some gentlemen even turned to look at them. "I've always known that Cavendish was a cad, but this is too much even for him."
Jacob shrugged.
"And to think he might have mended his ways after his daughter was left at the altar," Pete muttered.
That caught Jacob's attention.
"Daughter?"
"Oh, of course, you wouldn't have heard about that on the continent. His daughter, Lady Olivia Cavendish was jilted quite publicly at the St George's cathedral. It was a scandal of the ages."
"And then? Did she marry?"
"I'm afraid not. Not many men were willing to court her after that, except fortune hunters and the like."
Jacob sat back and smiled, digesting the information.
"I don't like that look," Peter said, eyeing him nervously.
"Then you're going to like what I have in mind even less," he laughed.
Mayfair, London"I am not wearing that gown, Aunt Mel. It's practically indecent!" Olivia groaned. "Of course not! Why do you say that?" her aunt demanded, dangling a maroon taffeta gown before Olivia's eyes. It was beautiful, no doubt. "For one, the bodice is so low that my breasts might pop out at any time."
"Archie, can we please sit out the next set?" Olivia didn't want to dance anymore. "Fine by me. If we dance one more set together, these people will most definitely call out the banns and print the news of our betrothal in The Times," he rolled his eyes. "But what's wrong? You love to dance," he eyed her. "I do, but my legs hurt," the lie slipped out easily enough. As the set was abou
7 years ago. 13 June 1813Derbyshire, EnglandOlivia grunted as another pebble slipped into her slipper. It appeared like she had gone momentarily daft when she'd chosen her dainty slippers instead of the sturdy boots for her jaunt by the countryside.
Jacob couldn't help but like this girl and he was having a fine time baiting her. He chuckled when she began to stammer again. "There is no need to be afraid, I am not going to harm you," he said, using his placating tone. She looked up at him then, raising her face to look at him for the first time since he had come upon her. "I am not afraid,
The evening after the Sutherland ball, 1821"How did you like Lady Olivia?" Peter asked. "She seems fine." "Fine? She's wonderful, Jacob. How can you even think about hurting her? Do you not think she's gone through a lot already?" An ugly frown wrinkled Pete's brow.
Good god, had she loved the man? Jacob had not really planned this out as thoroughly as he would've liked. He'd seen her in the park and he'd improvised, although not well enough...He certainly shouldn't want to know why her fiancé had runoff. He wasn't supposed to care. But he cared, dammit. He wanted to learn all her secrets and he wanted to kill the sod for hurting her so. You're going to hurt her too.
Olivia felt like she was a ship in a storm and Mr.Townshend was her anchor. She didn't regret initiating the kiss one bit. He held her close to him and she felt the hardness of his body against hers. Who would've thought that such a hard, unyielding body could be so warm?! But his lips were soft as they gently moved with hers. Olivia couldn't breathe, the sensation was too much to bear. She'd been kissed before, but not like this...
Jacob lay in bed, unable to sleep. He was alone in his uncle's townhouse, except for the butler. He'd even sent Marcel away for the night. Why was it so bloody hot? He kicked at the sheets tangled with his limbs impatiently and got up. He sauntered down to the study and popped open a bottle of wine. He usually preferred whiskey, but his uncle's cellar here was poorly stocked.
data-p-id=2a60d748418ea8a4eb3d294edc56518f,"Lucy, where are you?" Olivia hollered. data-p-id=5d08697369b2ec9e3a8c603053a68e35,"She's hiding," came her husband's voice as he pulled her into the
"You look absolutely stunning, darling," Aunt Mel sighed wistfully, tucking in some pink blossoms into Olivia's coiffure. She smiled. Somethings never changed. "And you," Olivia grinned, kissing her aunt's cheek affectionately. "Oh Aunt Mel, don't cry!" she groaned when a few tears escaped the woman's eyes.
A lot could change in less than a day, Olivia discovered the day after Jacob’s trial. For one, her father had refused to acknowledge her after calling her 'another Townshend bitch.' Although it had hurt quite a bit, she figured she was better off without him anyway. Jacob had tried to talk to her but she had rebuffed his efforts. She had just discovered that her father had been responsib
Jacob had gone through a week of hell. So he couldn't be blamed for thinking he was suddenly in heaven when he saw Olivia walk into the courtroom. She took his breath away, dressed in a simple morning gown with her hair pulled back under a hat. But the surprise and pleasure lasted only for a moment. Because after that it was replaced by fear. She was either here to testify against or for
"George, please darling. You must eat," Melissa pleaded with her fiancé. data-p-id=73562c872f390bc18a836fc4b1cf93e0,style=text-align:left;,"Eat? How can I eat when my neph
When Olivia awoke, it was quite late—almost noon. She found a note lying beside her. I'll be back in a day, it read. She sighed, missing Jacob already but glad he'd thought to leave a note. And it was only a day, she tried to pacify herself.
Jacob felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice-cold water onto his head and without a warning, at that. "He took it in exchange for settling a debt?" he asked, needing to be sure if he'd heard her right. She nodded, her eyes pitying. He didn't know what to say. He took the necklace dangling from her hands–his mother's necklace and motioned her to turn around. He put it against her ne
Although he was right beside her, Olivia felt like he was very far from her. And what worried her was that she might never find a way to bring him back. They were both solemn when they reached Remington hall. As it turned out, Lord Merrick and Winifred had won the treasure hunt. Nobody questioned Olivia and Jacob about their whereabouts. Jacob quietly excused himself and disappeared into
"What do you think?" Olivia asked Jacob who was reading the clue with nary a wrinkle upon his brow. "The hunting lodge," he said confidently. "What? Allow me to read it," she reached for the piece of paper that held the riddle which would direct them to their next clue. He moved his hand away from her reach and Olivia instinctively went after it, inadvertently pressing up against him with a mu