What the Paparazzi Didn't See. Nicola Marsh

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      She’d been there for every session of speech therapy, muscle lengthening and strengthening, splinting, orthotics, mobility training and activities of daily living management.

      Putting on a façade for the cameras might have been a pain in the butt but it had been a small price to pay for the time she’d been able to spend supporting Cindy every step of the way. The financial security? An added bonus.

      Cindy’s care hadn’t come cheap and if a magazine wanted to pay her to put in an appearance at some B-list function, who was she to knock it back?

      She almost had enough money saved... After tonight she could hang up her sparkly stilettos and leave her WAG reputation behind. Start working at something worthwhile. Something in promotions maybe? Put her marketing degree to use.

      Cindy had progressed amazingly well over the years and Liza could now pursue full-time work in the knowledge she’d put in the hard yards with her sister’s therapy when it counted.

      Cerebral palsy might be an incurable lifelong condition but, with Cindy’s determination, her amazing sis had reached a stage in her management plan where the spasticity affecting the left side of her body was under control and she maintained a certain amount of independence.

      Liza couldn’t be prouder and could now spend more hours away from Cindy pursuing some of her own goals.

      Though she wondered how many interviews ‘serial WAG’ would garner from her sketchy CV.

      A local TV host laid a hand on her arm and she faked a smile, gushing over his recent award win, inwardly counting down the minutes until she could escape.

      Think of the appearance money, she mentally recited, while nodding and agreeing in all the right places.

      Another thirty minutes and she could leave her old life behind.

      She could hardly wait.

      * * *

      Wade Urquart couldn’t take his eyes off the dazzling blonde.

      She stood in the middle of the room, her shimmery bronze dress reflecting light onto the rapt faces of the guys crowding her.

      With every fake smile she bestowed upon her subjects, he gritted his teeth.

      She was exactly the type of woman he despised.

      Too harsh? Try the type of woman he didn’t trust.

      The same type of woman as Babs, his stepmother. Who at this very minute was doing the rounds of the room, doing what she did best: schmoozing.

      Quentin had been dead less than six months and Babs had ditched the black for dazzling emerald. Guess he should respect her for not pretending. As she had for every moment of her ten-year marriage to his father.

      A marriage that had driven the family business into the ground. And an irreversible wedge between him and his dad. A wedge that had resulted in the truth being kept from him on all fronts, both personally and professionally.

      He’d never forgive her for it.

      Though deep down he knew who should shoulder the blame for the estrangement with his dad. And he looked at that guy every morning in the mirror.

      He needed to make amends, needed to ease the guilt that wouldn’t quit. Ensuring his dad’s business didn’t go bankrupt would be a step in the right direction.

      Qu Publishing currently stood on the brink of disaster and it was up to him to save it. One book at a time.

      If he could ever get a meeting with that WAG every publishing house in Melbourne was clamouring to sign up to a tell-all biography, he might have a chance. Her name escaped him and, having been overseas for the best part of a decade, he had no idea what this woman even looked like, but he could imagine that every one of her assets would be fake. However, it seemed Australia couldn’t get enough of their home-grown darling. He’d been assured by his team that a book by this woman would be a guaranteed best-seller—just what the business needed.

      But the woman wouldn’t return his assistant’s international calls and emails. Not that it mattered. He knew her type. Now he’d landed in Melbourne he’d take over the pursuit, demand a face-to-face meeting, up the ante and she’d be begging to sign on the dotted line.

      At times like this he wished his father had moved with the times and published children’s fiction. Would’ve made Wade’s life a lot easier, signing the next J.K. Rowling.

      But biographies were Qu Publishing’s signature, a powerhouse in the industry.

      Until Babs had entered the picture, when Quentin’s business sense had fled alongside his common sense, and he had hidden the disastrous truth.

      Wade hated that his dad hadn’t trusted him.

      He hated the knowledge that he’d caused the rift more.

      It was why he was here, doing anything and everything to save his father’s legacy.

      He owed it to him.

      Wade should’ve been there for his dad when he was alive. He hadn’t been and it was time to make amends.

      The bronzed blonde laughed, a surprisingly soft, happy sound at odds with the tension emanating from her like a warning beacon.

      Even at this distance he could see her rigid back, the defensive way she half turned away from the guys vying for her attention.

      Interesting. Maybe she was nothing like Babs after all. Babs, who was currently engaged in deep conversation with a seventy-year-old mining magnate who had as many billions as chins.

      Yeah, some people never changed.

      He needed a change. Needed to escape the expectations of a hundred workers who couldn’t afford to lose their jobs. Needed to forget how his father had landed his business in this predicament and focus on the future. Needed to sign that WAG to solve his problems.

      And there were many. So many problems that the more he thought about it, the more his head pounded.

      What he needed right now? A bar, a bourbon and a blonde.

      Startled by his latter wish, he gazed at her again and his groin tightened in appreciation.

      She might not be his type but for a wild, wistful second he wished she could be.

      Eight years of setting up his own publishing business in London had sapped him, sucking every last ounce of energy as he’d worked his butt off. When he’d initially started he’d wanted a company to rival his father’s but had chosen to focus on the e-market rather than paper, trade and hardbacks. Considering how dire things were with Qu Publishing, his company now surpassed the one-time powerhouse of the book industry.

      He rarely dated, socialised less. Building a booming digital publishing business had been his number-one priority. Ironic, he was now here to save the business he could’ve been in competition with if his dad had ever moved into the twenty-first century. And if he’d been entrusted with the truth.

      Not that saving Qu mattered if Babs had СКАЧАТЬ