âAnd now we come to Andreas and Sienna. I think we should conduct this in private. Just the two of you, if the others donât mind.â
Andreas felt his spine tighten. He didnât want his name bracketed with that little wildcat. It made him feel edgy. It had always made him feel that way. She was a tearaway who rocked his world in ways he didnât want.
Had never wanted.
He had stayed away from the family home because of her. Siennaâs outrageous deceit had destroyed any chance of a working relationship with his father for the last eight years. Andreas blamed her for it all.
He hated her with a vengeance.
The lawyer waited for the others to leave the library before he opened the folder in front of him. âThe Château de Chalvy in Provence is entailed to you both, but on the proviso that you live together legally as man and wife for a minimum of six months.â
The twin sisterseveryoneâstalking about!
Separated by secrets â¦
Having grown up in different families, Gisele and
Sienna live lives that are worlds apart. Then a very public revelation propels them into the worldâs eye â¦
Drawn together by scandal!
Now the sisters have found each otherâ
but are they at risk of losing their hearts to the two men who are determined to peel back the layers of their glittering façades?
In April Gisele found out if she really was
DESERVING OF HIS DIAMONDS?
This month find out if Sienna says âI doâ!
MELANIE MILBURNE says: âI am married to a surgeon, Steve, and have two gorgeous sons, Paul and Phil. I live in Hobart, Tasmania, where I enjoy an active life as a long-distance runner and a nationally ranked top ten Masterâs swimmer. I also have a Masterâs Degree in Education, but my children totally turned me off the idea of teaching! When not running or swimming I write, and when Iâm not doing all of the above Iâm reading. And if someone could invent a way for me to read during a four-kilometre swim Iâd be even happier!â
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DESERVING OF HIS DIAMONDS?
(The Outrageous Sisters)
HIS POOR LITTLE RICH GIRL
THE WEDDING CHARADE
(The Sabbatini Brothers)
SHOCK: ONE-NIGHT HEIR
(The Sabbatini Brothers)
SCANDAL: UNCLAIMED LOVE-CHILD
(The Sabbatini Brothers)
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To my niece Angie Fouche,
who is a beautiful and brave young woman. Love you. P.S. EEEE!!!!
ANDREAS got the call from his younger sister Miette in the early hours of the morning.
âPapà is dead.â
Three words that under normal circumstances should have evoked a maelstrom of emotion, but to Andreas they meant nothing other than he was now free from having to play happy families on the extremely rare occasions his path crossed with his father. âWhen is the funeral?â he asked.
âThursday,â Miette said. âWill you come?â
Andreas glanced at the sleeping woman lying beside him in the king-sized hotel bed. He rubbed at his stub-bled jaw and let out a frustrated sigh. It was just typical of his father to choose the most inconvenient time to die. This coming weekend in Washington DC was where he had planned to ask Portia Briscoe to marry him once his business here was complete. He even had the ring in his briefcase. Now he would have to wait for another opportunity to propose. There was no way he wanted his engagement and marriage to be forever associated with anything to do with his father, even his demise.
âAndreas?â Mietteâs voice pierced his reverie and his conscience. âIt would be good if you could be there, for me even if not for Papà . You know how much I hate funerals, especially after Mammaâs.â
Andreas felt a claw of anger clench at his insides at the thought of their beautiful mother and how cruelly she had been betrayed. He was sure that had been what had finally killed her, not the cancer. The shame of finding out her husband was sleeping with the hired help while she was battling gruelling rounds of chemotherapy had broken her spirit and her heart.
And then, to add insult to injury, the brazenness of that witch Nell Baker and her trashy little sleep-around slut of a daughter Sienna had turned his motherâs final farewell into a cheap and tawdry soap opera.
âIâll be there,â he said.
But that little hot-headed harlot Sienna Baker had better not.
The first person Sienna saw when she arrived at the funeral in Rome was Andreas Ferrante. At least her eyes registered it was him, but she had felt him seconds earlier in her body. As soon as she had stepped over the portal she had felt a shiver run up her spine and her heart had started a crazy little pitter-patter beat that was nothing like its normal, healthy, steady rhythm.
She hadnât seen him in years and yet she had known he was there.
He was sitting in one of the pews at the front of the cathedral. Even though he had his back towards her she could see he was as staggeringly gorgeous as ever. His aristocratic bearing was like an aura that surrounded him. He exuded wealth and power and status. His glossy raven-black head was several inches higher than any of the other black-suited men sitting nearby, his thick, slightly wavy hair neither long nor short, but cut and styled so it brushed against the collar of his shirt.