The CEOâs contract...
To save his marriage!
In this The Cattaneosâ Christmas Miracles story, Sebastianâs greatest mistake was watching his wife walk away with their young child. Now he has until Christmas to win Maria back. To prove his workaholic ways are behind him, Sebastian signs a new contractâcomplete with date-night clauses and family-time amendments! Will it be enough to get this CEO back together with his family for Christmas and forever?
SOPHIE PEMBROKE has been dreaming, reading and writing romance ever since she read her first Mills & Boon as part of her English Literature degree at Lancaster University, so getting to write romantic fiction for a living really is a dream come true! Born in Abu Dhabi, Sophie grew up in Wales and now lives in a little Hertfordshire market town with her scientist husband, her incredibly imaginative eight-year-old daughter and her adventurous, adorable two-year-old son. In Sophieâs world, happy is for ever after, everything stops for tea, and thereâs always time for one more pageâ¦
Also by Sophie Pembroke
Island Fling to Forever
Road Trip with the Best Man
Wedding of the Year miniseries
Slow Dance with the Best Man
Proposal for the Wedding Planner
The Cattaneosâ Christmas Miracles collection
Cinderellaâs New York Christmas by Scarlet Wilson
Heiressâs Royal Baby Bombshell by Jennifer Faye
CEOâs Marriage Miracle
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07842-9
CEO's MARRIAGE MIRACLE
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MARIA CATTANEOâNO, she reminded herself, she was going by Rossi again now, even if it wouldnât officially be her name until after the divorceâgripped her sonâs tiny hand a little tighter as she stared up at the luxury chalet before her. How could something so familiar feel so strange at the same time? Sheâd spent Christmases and ski trips at the Cattaneo chalet in Mont Coeur for yearsâlong before she and Sebastian had marriedâand on the outside, at least, the chalet had hardly changed a bit in all that time.
The same wooden veranda surrounded the oversized but traditional-style chalet, with festive greenery and berries wrapped around its beams in celebration of the season. A large green-and-red wreath hung on the front door. Inside, Maria could see lights twinkling through the windows, and knew that an absurdly huge Christmas tree would be decked out in red and gold, somewhere out of her line of sight.
Everything was the same. Everything, except her.
âMamma?â At her side, Frankie looked up, his little face almost hidden by the hood of his snowsuit. It was freezing out, and darkness was falling; she needed to get him inside.
Which meant knocking on the door.
âAre you ready, piccolo?â Maria asked, forcing a smile. If Frankie sensed her unease and discomfort, he would only become distressed himself. And that wasnât going to make this enforced homecoming any easier on either of them.