C H A P T E R 1 : T H E T H I N G A B O U T O N E ' S E X
K A T H E R I N E B E N N E T
The most important thing Katherine Bennet had on her mind that Saturday afternoon was whether or not she wanted to go to the party that she had been invited to that night. Recalling the fact that the host was none other than Patrycia aka Paris de Bourgh's cousin, a grin of remembrance crossed on her face. Paris was her sworn nemesis for life, having tormented her in every chance she had gotten when they had grown up. Yet upon receiving a request from Jaxon, Katherine’s best friend who happened to be Paris's husband, to join the party to keep an eye on Paris, she found herself in such a predicament and not knowing what to do.
"Please, Kay, you know how much I love her. I am so sorry that I am asking you for this but there is no one else I trust more than you so, please. Will you help me?"
In all honesty, Jaxon was a mess. He had dropped at her flat with tousled hair and caged her bed for the night. From ten at night to two in the morning, he had told her all the things that worried him, including and most importantly, his belief that his wife, Paris, would betray him if she was given the chance. Above all, he had insisted that his wife had been very close with William Windsor, the Duke of Ashbourne, lately. Of course, Jax had not forgotten to mention that William was once Katherine’s boyfriend back in high school when all of them had been in Carlton High, Washington D.C.
The question remained, what should she do? Should she go to this party or make up some excuses to give to Jax? Yet no matter how she had played it, it all came down to one simple query: did she truly want to go?
Katherine let out a heavy sigh. Frankly, she did not have a choice. Even if it would be a pain in the ass to meet Paris let alone monitoring her, Jaxon had done her a solid before, and moreover, she should do this as a friend. Even if Paris could be (or well, most of the time, really) a pain in the arse.
Although truth to be told, lately she felt that she was getting old. Instead of being one of the last to leave, she now was being the first. Parties did not bring her as much joy as they had previously. Perhaps she had outgrown going to the type of party that she had always enjoyed. Her mind drifted over the people who would probably be there tonight. All the pompous rich folks who would fling on their families' money. And then there would be the royals such as William. Katherine heavily sighed once again. William, William, William. It had been a while since she had last seen him yet it felt as if it was just yesterday that they had their last and most painful conversation.
William had been a rake and a rake he would always be. He was wild and untamed. She had nearly made the mistake of falling in love with him once. It had been touch and go for a while until she realized that any affair with him never lasted long. He would eventually get bored of her, and one day he would regretfully make excuses and leave. Just like he had always done in the past, leaving trails of broken hearts wherever he went. The town was littered with his discarded women. It had been like that since he was young and Katherine was lucky that she had managed to escape unscarred. Sighing, she let her mind take her back all those years ago.
Katherine still remembered like the back of her hand the day when she had found out what he truly was. They had been at a party at Castile Christophe, William's best friend, house. William, Castile, and three other boys were in a group known as the Crown Boys. They were good-looking boys and all the girls adored them. Just like in every party they had ever attended, William and Katherine had mingled with other people. Then there was this girl with curly blonde hair. Her name was Mandy. Mandy had come to Kate, introducing herself as one of William’s ex-girlfriends and telling her that she had approached Kate because she had seen Kate with William earlier.
“Hi, I am Mandy. Nice to meet you, by the way!” Before Katherine even had a chance to reply, Mandy had continued with her introduction. “I hear you are his latest conquest!” she had said with a bright smile albeit that word 'conquest' had gotten Katherine puzzled. “So, how long has it been? I used to date him last year. When he was still a freshman and I was a sophomore.”
Katherine had been feeling wary then, wondering if Mandy was jealous or had gotten her heart broken by their breakup. Mandy seemed to notice her wariness as she waved her hand then pointed at the tall, sandy-haired guy a few feet away from us. “Do not worry. It is nothing but an old story. I am now dating Dallas right there.” Mandy turned to face her and smiled. “Liam was fun, while it lasted. He was great in bed, but again, I think we both knew that.” She let out a small giggle, blushing slightly.
Except that Katherine did not know that. Her relationship with William had yet to advance to the bedroom and being seventeen years old, she had not been sure whether she would like to or not. Still, she kept her mouth tightly shut and offered her a tight smile instead.
“We remain friends although when he first dumped me, I wanted to kill him. But again, I should have seen it coming. All of the other girls had warned me yet I was too naive. I thought a mere freshman would not dare to dump someone who was older and more mature.” Mandy shook her head and laughed nervously. “How dumb I was, huh.”
“Other girls?” Katherine blinked, unsure what Mandy meant by her sentence. Since Katherine had only recently been moved to Carlton High, she had not known many people and no one had given her any warning about William, famously known as Liam.
Now that she looked back, they had met during the summer holiday and instantly clicked. She had not known of his history nor his title as an heir of an old dukedom. Curiosity got the better of her so she dared herself and asked again, “What other girls? What kind of warning?”
“Oh, you poor girl, you do not know what you are getting yourself into, don't you?” Mandy laughed while shaking her head.
Mandy tilted her head to one side, looking uncertain for a moment. “Don't you know that everyone called him a ‘rake' for a reason? He is the heir of a Duke title. He is an Earl now and his father is a Marquess because his grandfather still holds the Duke title but still, everyone knows sooner or later it will be passed on.” “I am aware of that but I am not sure I understand what you mean. What does his title have anything to do with the warning you mentioned earlier?” “Well, obviously every girl wants to be the next Duchess or Marchioness or even Countess. Who would not want to become royalty and marry British royalty? So ultimately everyone tries to date him. But he is not a one-girl-forever type of guy. He is the traveling type, never staying with one girl for long. One could even say that he is such a sailor in a way that he will stop in many docks but he will never stick for a long time. A few weeks at most
C H A P T E R 3 : T H E T H I N G A B O U T B R E A K U P A N D O L D W O U N D K A T H E R I N E B E N N E T It had been around eight when Katherine was ready to leave for the house party. She had packed her clothes in a small leather bag and brought them down with her to her car. In no less than twenty minutes, she had arrived in Patrycia's place and was being led to the living room where some of the attendees were already there including none other than Paris de Bourgh. On the surface, Paris de Bourgh was brimming with extravagant charm, the very picture of the lovely young wife of a successful man. However having known her throughout university days, Katherine could see that her posture was far too rigid and the hands in her lap were clenched rather than folded. It made her wonder if perhaps Paris was not happy with her m
C H A P T E R 4 : C A U G H T U P O N T H E W R O N G B E D K A T H E R I N E B E N N E T After dinner, Katherine found a newspaper in a rack beneath one of the side tables and took it to a chair on the other side of the room. It was mainly concerned with the stock market, growing business, and other industries. On page nine, there was some news about William's company. This was naturally accompanied by a photograph of him since he was the CEO. In the photo he seated at his desk, his shirt sleeves rolled back over-tanned forearms, and his tie loose. He looked tough, business-like, and, damn him, sexy as hell. The camera was no doubt being operated by a woman. She took a deep breath and tried to stop herself from admiring him. Her mind brought back how horrible of a player he truly was, how he had once almost broken her heart. Then the recent
“Okay,” Katherine Bennet started with a sigh. “Obviously this was just an accident. You thought I was Paris so you came here. So the easiest way to fix this would be to tell everyone that you thought I was her.” When he had not said a word, she looked up to meet his eyes. Finally, he opened his mouth and answered her in his thick British accent, “I can not do it.” “Why the hell not?” “Well, for once, she is married.” She stared at him as if he had just informed her that the planet Earth was round. “So? Did you just find that out now?” William stared at her with an incredulous look on his face. “No, I knew that but I mean, I can not admit it in the open. That would mess things up.”
“Marry me, Kate.” When she did not say anything, he reiterated, “Marry me and it will solve our current predicament.” William looked at his ex-girlfriend and tried his best to maintain the serious look on his face. He fully realized how crazy his suggestion was however he also recalled what his grandfather had said to him a few weeks ago. One more misbehavior, one more bad news about him that would affect the Windsor name, the dukedom of Ashbourne, and he would be forced to hand over his title and would not be a part of the family. In all honesty, William could care less about the money or the title but the last thing he ever wanted was to be disowned by his family. He watched her opening her mouth and then closing it as if she was at loss for words for a few seconds before she finally regained her ability to speak. “Are you crazy? Why would I want to marry you?!" Giving her a mere shrug, he answered, ”Because
The next morning, as if she was suddenly awoken from a deep slumber, Katherine finally realized what had been said and done. She was going to marry her rakish ex-boyfriend. How cruel life could be! She had been blessed and happy being the one that had gotten away and now she ended up pretty much in the same place — only that instead of being his girlfriend, it seemed that she had found herself being promoted to his fiancé. For a long moment, dizzy with uncertainty, she stared down at the ceiling. She knew she should wake up and get ready but she simply could not. She dreaded facing reality. She should not have come to this house party and now it was all too late. Forcing herself, she dragged her sleepy legs to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom and heard a knock on her door. She did not have to check the peephole to know that it was William
Her cell phone rang inside her coat pocket, and without looking at who was calling, Katherine already knew that it was her mother calling again. She had already sent her call to voicemail a few times today, but since it was after five o’clock now, she could no longer use the excuse that she could not pick up the call because she was working. In all honesty, she had no grudge whatsoever against her mother and she actually loved her mother which was why she could not bring herself to tell another lie, knowing fully well that her mother would like to discuss her engagement, or worse, her wedding. She could not tell her mother how much she loved William (which could only explain the rushed engagement) when truly, she had no feelings whatsoever for him. All her feelings were for Jaxon. She could not let her best friend's heart be broken when she could save him from getting hurt. “Hello, Mom,” she greeted and refrained from sighing. “Katherine Elizabeth Bennet,
Katherine could hardly remember the faces that greeted her by the time she had made it to the lobby of the mansion. Yet she could vividly recall Paris, sitting beside Jaxon. Her lips stretched in a smile, but her eyes were burning with anger as William made the announcement with grave pleasure. And when William took Katherine’s hand, glowing with the blue fire of his sapphire, and raised it formally to his lips before putting his arm possessively around her waist, bent her over, and gave her yet another breathtaking kiss, Katherine was quite sure her nemesis wanted to drag her by her hair and push her down the hill. It was indeed an act of sweet revenge, Katherine had to admit. However, lying to Jaxon, her best friend, had been difficult. When he caught her as she walked out of the restroom and asked her what on Earth was going on, she could only smile and tell him, “I am getting married.” “Yes, but to William Edward Harold Windsor?!” He shook his head in disbelief a