The Billionaire's Bride of Innocence
Wanted: her body…to make a babyJames Logan knew it was time to take a wife and produce an heir. Megan was perfect for his plans: shy, unworldly, and quickly seduced by the Sydney advertising tycoon’s devilish charm. She was pregnant on their wedding day.The honeymoon was barely over when Megan had a miscarriage and the scales fell from her eyes: she was trapped in a convenient marriage, and James expected her to conceive again soon. She should have demanded a divorce, but Megan was facing the uncomfortable truth: she’d fallen in love with her ruthless husband…Three Rich Husbands When a wealthy man takes a wife, it’s not always for love…
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âBecause you were perfect,â came his smoothly delivered reply.
âDid you mind that I was a virgin?â
âMind? Why would I have minded?â
She shrugged. âBecause I was inexperienced. I dare say after a while you found me rather boring in bed.â
âMegan, darling. I am being honest. I never thought you boring in bed. At the same time that doesnât mean that I would not have one day moved our love-life in a moreâ¦imaginative direction. I get the impression you wouldnât object if I did during our second honeymoonâ¦â
âWhat do you mean by a moreâ¦imaginative direction?â
âI donât think this is the time or place to go into detail. If you trust me, however, as the more experienced partner, I will show you when we get to Dream Island.â His eyes caressed hers in the most seductive fashion.
Billionaireâs Bride of Innocence
MEGAN lay on her side in the hard, narrow hospital bed, hoping and praying that the injection the doctor had given her would start working soon. She could not bear to be awake for much longer. Could not bear the pain of her loss for another minute.
Yesterday she had been so happy, the ultrasound showing that she and James were to become the parents of a dear little boy. Sheâd been over the moon. So had James.
His lovemaking last night had been extra gentle and tender. Theyâd talked for ages afterwards, discussing what names they would give their son. Theyâd finally settled on Jonathon, after Jamesâs older brother, whoâd been tragically killed in a car accident some years earlier.
The cramps had started during the early hours of this morning. Then had come the bleeding. James had rushed her to the hospital and the doctors had done their best. But nothing could save her baby.
Tears flooding her eyes once more, Megan pressed a smothering fist into her trembling mouth when a sob threatened to escape. She didnât want anyone to hear her weeping. She didnât want to listen to any more words of comfort, or sympathy. All she wanted was oblivion. So she bit down on her knuckles and endured her grief in tormented silence.
Time dragged. So did Meganâs heart.
Finally, the sedative did its work and she drifted off to sleep. She did not see her husband re-enter the room a short time later. Did not see the distress on his face as he stared down at his sleeping wife. With a sigh he stroked her hair back from her face, then bent to kiss her softly on the cheek. Shaking his head, he straightened then strode from the room.
It was some considerable time before Megan stirred. Even then, her eyes stayed shut, her head feeling thick and heavy. She could hear voices in the room: male voicesâgradually she recognised them as belonging to her husbandâs two best friends.
âJames has been out there talking to that doctor for a long time,â Hugh said irritably.
Hugh Parkinson was the only son and heir to a media fortune. Although he was a playboy by reputation, Megan had always found him rather sweet. Heâd been best man at her wedding and had made the loveliest of speeches.
âHeâs probably worried about Meganâs condition,â Russell answered. Russell McClain was one of Sydneyâs most successful real-estate agents.
The three men had been best friends since theyâd shared a room at boarding school. And, whilst they had little in common besides their wealth and their love of golf, their friendship had endured for over twenty years. Megan sometimes envied their unconditional affection for each other. Sheâd never been a girl to make friends easily, being somewhat shy and introverted.
âHuh!â Hugh snorted. âMore likely making sure that she can have more babies.â
Megan was shocked, both by the reproach in Hughâs voice and the inference behind his words. Surely he didnât think James had only married her because sheâd been pregnant! That wasnât right. James loved her. She knew he did. Why, he told her so all the time!
âHe should never have married that poor girl,â Hugh raved on. âIt was wrong. No, damn it, it was downright wicked. Serve him right if she canât have more kids.â
Meganâs mouth fell open. Why was Hugh being so cruel and so condemning of his friend?
âThatâs a bit harsh, Hugh,â Russell said.
âNo, itâs not. Marriage should be about true love, not satisfying an egotistical need to reproduce.â
âThereâs nothing wrong with James wanting a family. Itâs unfortunate that he doesnât love Megan, but he is very fond of her.â
Megan had almost stopped breathing by this stage, the emotional pain of her miscarriage eclipsed by a shock even more devastating than the loss of her baby. She could survive that lossâeventuallyâif she had her husbandâs love.
But it seemed she didnât.
âI could forgive him if the girl had conceived by accident,â Hugh said. âMarrying her under those circumstances would have been the honourable thing to do. What I find hard to condone is that he deliberately set out to impregnate her first.â