Pregnant By The Ceo. Kate Carlisle

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       Chapter Eight

      “WELCOME to Buenos Aires, Señora Cruz.”

      As the doorman greeted her, Louisa barely had time to wonder how he already knew about the marriage before bodyguards hustled her inside the Belle Époque high-rise in the exclusive Recoleta district. In two seconds, they’d crossed the lavish marble floor and were in the elevator.

      Tall, hulking men clustered all around her, making Louisa feel small as she cradled her baby nervously in her arms. Worst of all: the tallest and most powerful of the men around her was Rafael. Her new husband.

      When she’d woken up in Key West that morning, Louisa had never imagined she could find herself taken to Buenos Aires as the wife of a man who hated her. He kissed her so well that she almost imagined, in his arms, that he could forgive her. But when he pulled away from her, he could not hide the coldness in his slate eyes.

      Within minutes after he’d demanded marriage, he’d dragged her to the courthouse. He’d somehow managed to convince the clerk Louisa was not a Florida resident and to skip the three-day waiting period. Before they’d even left Key West, Louisa had been his lawfully married wife. He’d spent the long flight on his private jet working. Ignoring her.

      Now, in the elevator, Rafael’s dark eyes gleamed at her malevolently. What did he intend to do to her?

       I would make you pay for trapping me into marriage. I would make you pay…and pay…and pay.

      At least she still had her baby in her arms, she comforted herself. That was what mattered. When she’d thought Rafael meant to take their son away, she’d been so frightened, she’d known she would do anything—anything—to stay with Noah. And so she’d said farewell to her sister and niece, telling her she was eloping with Rafael.

      Katie had been ecstatic for her. “We’ll be fine with the bakery until you get back,” she’d said joyfully. “Have a wonderful time!”

      If only her sister knew the truth. Louisa feared she was never going back to that warm, loving home in Key West. Rafael would never let her go.

      When the elevator reached the top floor, Rafael pushed open the double doors.

      “Welcome home,” he said sardonically.

      “Home?” Louisa looked around her in dismay. The old luxury apartment was old, musty and desperately in need of cleaning and refurbishment. All the furniture was covered with white sheets, which gave it a ghostly appearance. But in spite of her anger and fear, she could not help but observe the space with a professional eye and see the loveliness beneath the neglect. It had high Edwardian plaster ceilings and a view of the city through wide windows. Against her will, she could almost see how to make this apartment beautiful again. How to make it a home.

      “I had no idea it was in such disarray,” she whispered.

      He shrugged. “I’m not here often.”

      She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “I could make it nice,” she offered.

      “Don’t bother,” he said shortly. “We won’t be here for long.”

      Louisa shivered. Now that she was his bride, now that they shared a child, he had more power over her than ever before. After five years of obeying his orders as his housekeeper, it would have been easy to return to the habit of trying to please him. But her time living in Key West had changed her. She had finally found her voice.

      “This house could be so lovely,” she said softly.

      His lips twisted. “Do not fall in love. We will be here only a few days.” He pushed open a door. “You will sleep in here.”

      This bedroom, at least, had been neatly tended. A small crib had been set up СКАЧАТЬ