Married For His Secret Heir. Jennifer Faye

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       CHAPTER ONE

      Nine weeks later, Mirraccino Island,

      the Mediterranean

      SHE’D HEARD IT said that you can never go home again. Maybe she should have heeded that warning.

      Elena stared at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom at her parents’ modest home on the royal estate of Mirraccino. This trip had not been her idea. It had come about rather suddenly when her mother broke her leg.

      Her mother had called to say that she couldn’t get around on her own, and since Elena’s father was needed at the palace, her mother was home alone all day. As their only child, it was up to Elena to return home. And though the timing wasn’t ideal with the start of the new campaign for the Renard line, Elena had worked feverishly to reschedule all of her appointments. She was more than willing to help her mother, who’d always been there for her.

      But unbeknownst to Elena, her mother had exaggerated her condition. The fact that her mother had played on Elena’s emotions was unusual, so she let it pass without comment. The truth was she didn’t make it home often enough.

      Don’t think about it. Not this evening.

      She hadn’t even unpacked yet when her mother had handed over an invitation printed on heavy cream stationery sealed with a deep purple royal crest. A little confused, Elena had opened it, surprised to find that she’d been invited to Lady Annabelle’s engagement festivities. The invitation had said the event was to be intimate and to dress casually.

      Now, two days later, she’d tried on every single dress she’d brought with her from Paris at least twice. Some were too revealing. Others were too flashy. And some were too formal. What exactly did one wear to dinner at the palace?

      She’d never been in this situation before. Although she was the daughter of the king’s private secretary, she wasn’t the type who received invitations to royal events. And this wasn’t just any party. It was a weeklong series of events. And her mother had taken it upon herself to post an acceptance on Elena’s behalf.

      Knock. Knock.

      “Come in.”

      Her mother smiled as she entered the room. Her long dark hair was pulled back and tucked up at the nape of her neck. Only powder accentuated her natural beauty. “I just wanted to see if you needed any help getting ready.”

      “I’m the one who should be asking if you need anything.”

      Her mother waved off the concern. “I’m fine.”

      “Isn’t Father home yet? I thought he might stay with you while I’m out for the evening.”

      The smile slipped from her mother’s face. “I don’t see your father much lately.”

      Elena had noticed her father’s increased absence. “What has him so busy?”

      “The same thing as always—the king.”

      “Oh.” Elena knew from growing up that her father kept his work to himself. And that was probably why he was the king’s most trusted employee. “I’m sorry. I had hoped the king would be back to normal by now.”

      “I had hoped the same thing. Nothing has been right since they arrested that murderer. The news hit the king really hard.”

      “I’m sure it was quite a shock to learn there was a murderer wandering through the palace all those years.”

      Her mother shuddered. “I don’t like to think of it. Your father saw that criminal every day. Just the thought—”

      “Don’t go there. It’s all over.” Elena hoped to reassure her. “Father is safe.”

      Her mother sent her a weak smile and nodded.

      Elena turned back to the full-length mirror. She’d finally settled on a little black dress. It wasn’t anything special. But the black suited her mood. She’d been sullen and reserved ever since her night with Luca. It had been just one more mistake on her part—a total error in judgment.

      The only right decision she’d made was agreeing to be the face of one of the world’s hottest designers. The work was now coming in droves. In fact, there were so many requests for appearances and photo shoots that she couldn’t do them all. But once word got out about her condition, it would all end.

      She was pregnant with Luca’s baby.

      Pregnant. The word still sounded so foreign to her.

      She’d always kept track of her cycle—a little tick mark on her day planner. With the hectic schedule of a new campaign, she hadn’t noticed right away that her timely cycle had suddenly drifted off course. But referencing her day planner to schedule future shoots, she’d stumbled across the missing tick mark. Her heart had clenched before panic ensued.

      Four home pregnancy tests later, her worst fears had been confirmed. She was pregnant with Luca’s baby. At this point, only Elena and her doctor knew the truth. And for the moment, that was how it’d remain.

      “Is that what you’re wearing to dinner?” her mother asked, studying Elena’s black dress. A decided frown came over her face. “Don’t you have something more cheerful?”

      For some reason, her mother’s disapproval decided Elena’s attire for her. “I like this.”

      “You’re awfully skinny.” Her mother clucked her tongue disapprovingly. “While you’re home, you need to eat more. Thin is nice, dear. But when a man wants to wrap his hands around you and—”

      “Mother, stop.” She couldn’t believe her prim and proper mother was talking about a man having his hands on her. It just sounded so wrong to hear her mother talk about sex. Ew!

      “Really, Elena. I didn’t think you were a prude, especially with those sexy outfits you СКАЧАТЬ