The Secret That Shocked De Santis. Natalie Anderson

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      ‘You’re not getting married,’ she said. He was a playboy. And when he finally settled down—at least five years from now—it would be with one of the stunning minor European royals with an aristocratic seal of approval.

      ‘I am. To you. Tomorrow.’

      She shook her head. ‘There’s no need. I’m not pregnant.’

      He caught her wrist. ‘Do not lie to me. Ever.’

      She flinched, squeezing to stop her cells sizzling at his touch. ‘I’m not.’

      She couldn’t be pregnant—surely she’d know if she was? Wouldn’t she have symptoms? She struggled to remember her last cycle, but other memories—whispered mentions of her mother—crowded her mind. Confused her. Scared the hell out of her.

      Her skin burned. The edge of her vision wobbled and blurred.

      ‘You’re saying the report is wrong?’ he prompted.

      ‘I’m saying I don’t know.’ She frowned, trying to focus.

      ‘Well, I am saying that if you are pregnant we marry immediately. I am not having my child born illegitimately and left to live on the fringes of society, with none of the benefits he or she should rightly have.’

      Royal benefits.

      Stella refused to believe this was happening. She refused to allow control to be taken over every aspect of her life. She’d find an escape. Immediately.

      ‘Even if I am pregnant...who’s to say it’s yours?’ she challenged, breathing hard to fill her constricted lungs.

      Deadly silence followed.

      His grip on her wrist tightened painfully, then he grasped her chin with hard fingers and tilted it. Defiantly she held his gaze.

      ‘Try saying that again,’ he muttered, through lips that barely moved.

      She couldn’t answer. She couldn’t breathe. Her heart hammered loud and hard, as if trying to smash free from its cage.

      ‘I remember,’ he said, low and harsh and so very angry. ‘I remember everything.’

      They both knew the truth.

      They’d both been aware of her feverish fumbling. Of her physical reaction—the resulting stain of surrendered innocence that couldn’t be feigned. She’d been with no other man before and no man since.

      If she was pregnant, Prince Eduardo De Santis was the only possible father.

      ‘We used protection...’ she whispered unhappily.

      ‘It was your condom.’ He suddenly released her.

      His cool attack sent a sharp edge of alarm scurrying down her spine. ‘Army issue,’ she snapped back.

      Issued years and years ago. And it had been in her wallet ever since—surviving heat, travel, cold, time. At least she’d thought it had survived those things. Did condoms have ‘best before’ dates? Dread washed over her—surely she couldn’t have been so stupid?

      ‘I didn’t...’ She breathed hard but her words remained a mere whisper. ‘I didn’t know.’

      ‘You didn’t know I was going to be there because I didn’t know. Taking a walk on the beach that day was a spontaneous decision. An unfortunate one, as it turns out.’

      Had he wanted to think she’d somehow schemed her way into this situation? But he couldn’t. Because it was a spur-of-the-moment decision of his that had caused this. As if she would ever want to become pregnant!

      He watched her relentlessly as reality began to sink in.

      She turned, breaking free of his intense gaze to stare sightlessly at the floor. She’d just lost her job. The one man she’d never ever wanted to see again was insisting she marry him tomorrow. And if she was having a child it would need shelter and food and warmth. If she was pregnant she’d have to do what her mother hadn’t. She’d have to survive childbirth.

      Her whole world darkened and spun.

      With a muttered oath he grabbed her hand again and guided her a couple of paces across the room. She hated herself but her skin burned—her cells aching for his closer touch, for him to pull her all the way towards him, to tuck her against his body and press her close.

      As if she hadn’t got into enough trouble.

      ‘Take off your sweatshirt,’ he ordered as he pushed her into a large plush armchair.

      ‘What?’

      ‘You’re flushed,’ he explained dismissively. ‘You need to cool down.’

      He tugged at her sleeves. Stella quickly pulled away, slipping her sweatshirt over her head to stop him from doing it and humiliating her completely. Because the look in his eyes was controlled and blank. Unaroused. He didn’t want her that way any more. He was livid and she didn’t blame him.

      She scrunched her sweatshirt into a ball in her lap and stared down at it, thinking furiously. She heard him walk away, heard a clinking sound. And then he was back.

      ‘Here.’ He held a crystal tumbler out to her. His frown deepened as she hesitated.

      ‘It is only water,’ he muttered impatiently, taking her hand and curling her visibly trembling fingers around the glass.

      Stella sipped a small amount and determined to pull herself together and straighten out this mess. ‘We’re not getting married. This is another of your whims.’

      ‘My whims?’

      Slowly she nodded. ‘Like seducing strange women on the beach.’

      ‘You were the one swimming when you shouldn’t have been. You’re just as spontaneous. You said yes.’

      ‘I’m saying no now. This is my life.’

      ‘I am well aware of it,’ he countered. ‘It is not what I wish for mine either. But that is not the point.’

      Stupidly, his words wounded her. Yeah, this is no fairy tale.

      ‘There is a doctor present.’ Eduardo leaned against the large reading table near her. ‘He will examine you.’

      ‘Pardon?’ She nearly smashed the glass of water on the floor.

      ‘A doctor. Your condition must be assessed.’

      Here and now? He had to be joking.

      One look at his implacable expression told her he wasn’t.

      Control over her life was slipping further from her grasp and her outrage over his high-handed treatment grew. She wanted to see her own doctor in her own time and in private. She straightened. ‘I will not be subjected to this...invasiveness. You have no right.’

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