Rumours: The One-Night Heirs: The Innocent's Secret Baby (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs) / Bound by the Sultan's Baby (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs) / Sicilian's Baby of Shame (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs). Carol Marinelli
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      ‘Yes. If they could see the potential, then so could I. One of the owners upstairs had done some refurbishing, and I watched and learnt. By then I had four studio apartments, and I turned them into two more luxurious ones… It had always been an amazing location, but now it was a desirable address. A few years later the other owner and I got the backing to turn it into a hotel. I bought him out in the end. I wanted it for myself. That was always the end game.’

      ‘You used him?’

      ‘Of course,’ Raul said. ‘That’s what I do.’

      He didn’t care if that put him in an unflattering light.

      Better that she know.

      ‘Do you go back often?’ Lydia asked. ‘To Sicily?’

      Raul shook his head. ‘I haven’t been back since my mother’s funeral.

      ‘Don’t you miss it?’ Lydia pushed.

      ‘There is nothing there for me to miss.’

      ‘You didn’t go back for your father’s funeral?’ Lydia checked.

      ‘No. He was already dead to me.’

      ‘But even so—’

      ‘Should I pretend to care?’ Raul interrupted.

      Lydia didn’t know how to answer that. In her family appearances were everything, and there was a constant demand to be seen to do the right thing.

      Raul lived by rules of his own.

      ‘No,’ she answered finally.

      Her response was the truth—she could think of nothing worse than Raul pretending to care and her believing in his lies.

      Better to know from the start that this was just temporary, for when he removed her from his life she really would be gone for good.

      ‘Do you want to change for dinner?’

      ‘Dinner?’ Lydia checked, and then she looked at the sun, too low in the sky. The day was running away from them already.

      And soon, Lydia knew, it would be her turn to be the one left behind.

       CHAPTER EIGHT

      LYDIA HAD BEEN in two different bedrooms belonging to Raul.

      One at the hotel.

      The other on his plane.

      Tonight would make it three.

      Raul was wearing black pants and a white shirt—dressed for anything, she guessed.

      Lydia opened her case, and there was the red dress she had bought with Raul on her mind.

      It was too much, surely?

      Yet she would never get the chance again. She thought of where she’d be tomorrow—rowing with her mother and no doubt packing a lifetime of stuff into trunks and preparing to move out of the castle.

      A bell buzzed, and Lydia knew she had to move a little more quickly.

      Simple, yet elegant, there was nothing that should scream ‘warning’ in the dress, and yet it hugged her curves, and the slight ruching of the fabric over her stomach seemed to indicate the shiver she felt inside.

      On sight he had triggered something.

      Those dark eyes seemed to see far beyond the rather brittle façade she wore.

      She didn’t know how to be sexy, yet around him she was.

      More than that—she wanted to be.

      She added lipstick and wished she’d worn the neutral shoes.

      Except Lydia felt far from neutral about tonight.

      It was too much.

      Far, far too much.

      She would quickly change, Lydia decided.

      But then there was a gentle rap on the door and she was informed that it was time to be seated.

      ‘I’ll just be a few moments,’ Lydia said, and dismissed the steward. But what she did not understand about private jets was the fact that there were not two hundred passengers to get strapped in.

      ‘Now.’ The steward smiled. ‘We’re about to come in to land.’

      There was no chance to change and so, shy, reluctant, but trying not to show it, Lydia stepped out.

      ‘Sit down,’ Raul said.

      He offered no compliment—really, he gave no reaction.

      In fact he took out his phone and sent a text.

      Oddly, it helped.

      She had a moment to sit with her new self, away from his gaze, and Lydia looked out of the window and willed her breathing to calm.

      Venice was always beautiful, and yet today it was even more so.

      As they flew over on their final descent she rose out of the Adriatic in full midsummer splendour, and Lydia knew she would remember this moment for ever. The last time she had felt as if she were sitting alone, even though she had been surrounded by school friends.

      Now, as the wheels hit the runway, Lydia came down to earth as her spirit soared high.

      And as they stood to leave he told her.

      ‘You look amazing.’

      ‘Is it too much?’

      ‘Too much?’ Raul frowned. ‘It’s still summer.’

      ‘No, I meant…’ She wasn’t talking about the amount of skin on show, but she gave up trying to explain what she meant.

      But Raul hadn’t been lost in translation—he had deliberately played vague.

      He had heard Maurice’s reprimand yesterday morning and knew colour was not a feature in her life.

      Till today.

      And so he had played it down.

      He had told her to sit, as if blonde beauties in sexy red dresses wearing red high heels regularly walked out of the bedroom of his plane.

      Actually, they did.

      But they had never had him reaching for his phone and calling in a favour from Silvio, a friend.

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