The Kristallis Baby. Natalie Rivers

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СКАЧАТЬ I said, my son was dead to me a long time ago. I will never acknowledge that child as a Kristallis heir,’ Cosmo said, his hand gesturing towards Danny. ‘That brat will never see any of my money.’

      ‘Your money?’ Carrie repeated, confused and horrified by what she was hearing. Danny was an innocent baby who had just lost both his parents. Why was this man so hostile, and why was he talking about money?

      ‘Your cousin was a scheming little gold-digger,’ Cosmo said. ‘All she wanted was to get her hands on my fortune.’

      ‘Sophie didn’t want your money. All she ever wanted was to live happily with the man she loved and raise a family,’ Carrie said, feeling her eyes swim with sudden tears at the thought that her cousin would never be able to live that dream now. She’d never see her child grow up.

      She blinked furiously, determined not to start crying, and stared at Cosmo Kristallis coldly. Sophie and Leonidas weren’t here to defend themselves, so she would have to do it. They had been good people and she’d loved them both. She wouldn’t let him slander them any more.

      ‘That child is not my grandson,’ Cosmo said flatly.

      ‘Yes, he is,’ Carrie said. ‘The thought that you are his grandfather makes me feel sick, but nevertheless he is your grandson, and I won’t let you tell any more horrible lies about Sophie or Leonidas.’

      ‘I will never acknowledge him,’ Cosmo said. ‘And if you ever contact my family again you will live to regret it.’ Then, without giving Carrie a chance to respond, he turned and strode away.

      She stared after him, realising she was shaking. She’d heard many unpleasant things about Leonidas’s Greek family, but until that moment she’d never really understood why he had hated his father so much.

      ‘It’s all right. You’ll never have to see that horrible man again,’ she murmured into Danny’s curly brown hair. Her words were to comfort herself as much as the baby. ‘We’ve got each other and we’ll do just fine.’

       CHAPTER ONE

       Six months later

      ‘P LEASE , Carrie, you’ve got to do this for me,’ Lulu begged, streams of mascara-stained tears running down her crumpled face. ‘If Darren listens to that message he’ll throw me out!’

      ‘I want to help. You know that,’ Carrie said, looking at her weeping friend with concern. ‘But wouldn’t it be better if you did it? After all, no one’s going to think twice if you walk into your husband’s study and take his phone.’

      ‘I told you—everyone heard us arguing. Anyway, I can’t go down there like this,’ Lulu wailed, indicating her ruined make-up with a theatrical gesture. ‘But if I don’t delete that message I’m going to be in such big trouble.’

      ‘Well, I’m hardly going to blend in with the party.’ Carrie glanced down at the sports gear she was wearing. She was Lulu’s personal trainer, not one of her footballer husband’s fancy party set. ‘And you know I’ve got to leave soon or I’ll be late picking up Danny.’

      ‘It won’t take long.’ Lulu suddenly lunged towards her and pulled at her T-shirt. ‘Quick—get these things off. You can wear one of my dresses.’

      Five minutes later Carrie emerged from Lulu’s bedroom, dressed for her mission and feeling decidedly self-conscious. After the past six months of caring for Danny and coming to terms with her grief, it was an unsettling experience to dress up for a glitzy celebrity party. Even before her life had changed so dramatically she wouldn’t have felt at ease in such dangerously high stiletto heels and a dress so tight she could hardly breathe. But there simply hadn’t been time to sift through Lulu’s wardrobe to find something she’d feel better wearing.

      She left her backpack, which was stuffed rather haphazardly with her training gear, by the front door, and started moving through the house towards Darren’s study. Lulu just needed his phone long enough to delete the voicemail she had left in a fit of jealousy. Then Carrie’s task would be over.

      She took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and knocked back a recklessly large swallow of the sparkling liquid. An explosion of bubbles fizzed against the roof of her mouth, making her throat tighten uncomfortably and her eyes start to water. She coughed quietly, and blinked to clear her vision as she glanced quickly round the room.

      Despite the early hour, the party was already in full swing. A photographer was making the rounds, finding no shortage of guests willing to pose for him—no doubt hoping to find their photos inside the glossy pages of well-known celebrity lifestyle magazines.

      She smoothed the sparkly red dress over her hips in an ineffectual effort to cover a decent amount of thigh. Lulu wasn’t known for choosing her wardrobe with modesty in mind, and that coupled with Carrie’s considerable extra height meant that she was left with an alarming amount of leg on show. Even more disconcerting was the lack of decent coverage provided by the plunging neckline.

      Feeling very self-conscious, she dropped her gaze and moved across the room. A curtain of sleek black hair fell across her eyes, but she didn’t flick it back. She felt better with her face hidden—although no one was actually looking at her face , she thought with a shudder.

      At last she slipped quietly into the study and closed the door behind her. She ignored the nerves that fluttered in her stomach and crossed to the desk. Putting her champagne glass down, she picked up Darren’s jacket from the back of his chair and reached her hand into the pocket.

      ‘Do you make a habit of that?’

      Carrie gasped and spun round to see who had spoken, clutching the jacket tightly to her chest.

      A stranger stood just inside the study. Tall and imposing, with an unmistakable air of power about him, he was standing perfectly still, calmly watching her every move.

      Her eyes flew to his face, and as their gazes met she sucked in a startled breath. He was utterly gorgeous. Dark brown hair and bronzed skin made his appearance classically Mediterranean, apart from his eyes, which were an arresting shade of blue.

      She looked at him, taking in his incredible bone structure and perfect features. He was unbelievably good-looking, but there was something disconcerting about him. She had the strangest feeling that she ought to know who he was. She bit her lip and studied him, momentarily forgetting that she was still holding the incriminating jacket.

      It worried her that she couldn’t place him. Many of the guests at the party were celebrities—easily recognisable people that for an instant you thought you knew, until suddenly you realised who they were. Carrie was used to that, with several of her clients being celebrities of one kind or another. But there was something about this man that unnerved her.

      He was studying her in return. She felt a shiver of sexual awareness prickle across her skin as his gaze swept arrogantly over her. The intensity in his glittering blue eyes made her suddenly acutely aware of her body, and of the revealing dress she was wearing. It was an unfamiliar sensation.

      For the past six months she had been totally absorbed in her new way of life. She had discovered the bittersweet joys of caring for Danny whilst dealing with the loss of so many loved ones and had learned to cope with the everyday stresses of looking after a child.

      With all of that going on, she simply wasn’t used to thinking of herself as СКАЧАТЬ