Название: The Surprise Conti Child
Автор: Tara Pammi
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Modern
isbn: 9781474043892
isbn:
Neither he nor Luca would let anything touch Valentina.
He swallowed the fury rising through him, and adopted an almost amenable expression. “Your heart attack has made you irascible, Nonno.”
“You cannot persuade me away from my course, Leandro. I let you bring Valentina here...your mother’s shame,” he spat the words, “I even accepted her as my own, but do not think—”
“You love Valentina, I’m sure,” Luca roared. “I thought you a better man than our father.”
Antonio flinched. Apparently, even he couldn’t stomach being compared to his son Enzo. “I accepted Valentina because that was Leandro’s price to let me mold him for the Conti empire.”
Luca turned to Leandro, disbelief in his eyes. “This is why you always let him rule your life?”
Leandro shrugged. “It was not a sacrifice, Luca. Snatching away the helm of the company from our father’s hands, ousting him from the board of directors, marrying Rosa, they were all things I did because I wanted to. That I could protect Valentina’s innocence was extra.” He turned to Antonio, letting him see his anger for the first time. “Luca and I have put Conti on the global map, something even you hadn’t dreamed about. What more could you want?”
“I want an heir to my dynasty.” Understanding glinted in his eyes but Leandro refused it. “Enzo was an utter failure as a son, as a husband, as a father, but even he gave me heirs.” Even the growl that fell from Luca’s lips didn’t detract Antonio. “This marriage to his daughter will silence that backstabbing Salvatore. Two birds with one rock.”
Leandro shook his head. “This is not the way—”
“What choice do I have?” Antonio’s voice loomed loud in the room. “You refuse to consider marriage and you...” Distaste robbed the old man of his words as he turned to Luca. “You change women like you change clothes.
“Death is not far for me, Leandro. I will not leave this world on the risk that Luca and you might be the last of the Contis.”
His desk phone rang and Antonio picked it up.
Frustration raging in his veins, Leandro turned to Luca.
Both Luca and he had learned early enough in life that Antonio had a will of steel. He had built Leandro both into a weapon against his own son, their father, even as it broke his own heart. Whether he loved Valentina or not, he wouldn’t back down from carrying out his threat.
“Luca—”
“Leandro, haven’t you done—”
The loud click of the phone hitting its cradle punctured the silence and both of them turned to Antonio.
“It seems there is no choice.”
Luca was the first to react. “What do you mean?”
“Salvatore Rossi’s daughter has decided only one of you will do for marriage.”
Thunder whooshed in Leandro’s ears.
“She wants you, Leandro.” His look toward Luca was withering. “Apparently, she is smart enough to reject the Conti devil.”
Luca’s glittering black gaze, so much like their father’s, turned to Leandro. A half smile played on his lips, and yet, Leandro had the sinking feeling that something else, something other than relief, hounded his brother. “Once again, the burden of this family falls to you, Leandro.”
With that, he left the study.
In the ensuing silence, they could hear the noise from the veranda. Valentina’s rapid words, along with laughter in between.
Valentina, who was all they had left of their mother...
“I begin to see the wisdom in the mode of life Luca has chosen. And the delirious freedom of hating you and this name and this...dynastic ego of yours...” With each word, his voice rose, fury pummeling him.
With shaking hands, he picked up the bottle of wine, the first that had been bottled at their Tuscan vineyard almost two decades ago, and thought of smashing it against the wall.
“Leandro...” Antonio’s low entreaty only spiked his temper. Because of course, Antonio loved him. It hadn’t been unconditional, true, but Antonio had been everything to the little boy who’d been shattered by his father’s volatility.
But Leandro didn’t throw it, didn’t give in to the baser urge.
Leandro didn’t believe in giving in to indulgent fits of temper, into foolish hopes that things were different, into thinking of his wants and needs before his duty or his family’s well-being.
He didn’t believe in being weak.
Only once in his life had he done that. Only once in his life had he lost control to the emotional turmoil that his father, and even Luca sometimes, seemed to feed on. In that moment, he had betrayed everything he stood for.
Even now, it wasn’t Rosa’s features he saw when he took himself in hand, when he had to appease his body’s needs without seeking out dirty satisfaction in some strange woman’s arms. He saw dark brown eyes, unflinchingly honest and hotly aroused, trembling pink lips, eager hands...
Shaking at the hold the memory had on him, and his body, Leandro put the bottle down.
“Another wife, Antonio? You have turned me into cattle.”
Antonio looked tired. “To make the Conti name respectable again at all costs, to do everything that Enzo ruined, this was your choice, Leandro.”
Leandro nodded. “Tell Salvatore that I will marry Sophia as soon as he pleases.”
He had been alone far too long anyway. A marriage for the sake of children—he had nothing against that.
* * *
Memories of that long-ago summer crashed through Alexis as she stared at the majestic Villa de Conti, glittering against the night sky. The magnificent towering gates that they had just passed, the scent of jasmine that grew on the columns of the terrace porch, the breeze coming off Lake Como, and the glitterati of the Italian society dressed in designer wear and elegant diamonds, it was a sensory assault.
Fiercely intimidating, too.
Alex ran a hand over her white silk button-down blouse nervously, not that she could ever compete with this crowd. Dark blue jeans and white pumps finished her simple attire.
She was glad she had called Valentina. The lie had fallen so easily off her lips—that she was touring Italy again and would love to see her. Valentina had sounded delighted, pretending as if they had remained friends after that summer instead of Alex calling her out of the blue. Had even sent Alex a car to pick her up.
But she hadn’t mentioned that Alex would be arriving at the villa the night of, what seemed like, a big party.
Thanking the driver, Alex exited from the car and looked up. Now that she stood there, anxiety made her empty stomach СКАЧАТЬ