The Secret Sanchez Heir
'Marriage, Abigail. Like it or not, there’s no other way.'Leandro Sanchez never forgot the beautiful virgin who lit a fire in him like no other—then betrayed him. When Abigail Christie appears on his doorstep, Leandro decides one last explosive night is the only way to get her out of his system. But Abigail has a secret…their son!Leandro’s discovery of the true consequence of their steamy nights leaves Abigail completely at the billionaire’s mercy. The Spanish tycoon always gets what he wants, and now he’s determined to legitimise his heir…by seducing Abigail into wearing his ring!
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“Marriage, Abigail. Like it or not, there’s no other way.”
Leandro Sanchez never forgot the beautiful virgin who lit a fire in him like no other—then betrayed him. When Abigail Christie appears on his doorstep, Leandro decides one last explosive night is the only way to get her out of his system. But Abigail has a secret...their son!
Leandro’s discovery of the true consequence of their steamy nights leaves Abigail completely at the billionaire’s mercy. The Spanish tycoon always gets what he wants, and now he’s determined to legitimize his heir...by seducing Abigail into wearing his ring!
‘We have a child. A son.’
Their eyes tangled. A son. There was no way that Leandro was going to cave in and believe Abby but…fatherhood. It was something he had never considered. Never wanted! He’d seen from his own unstable childhood that the production of children was something that could go horribly wrong. He’d not only learned from his own experience but he’d learned from his sister’s. He’d never wished to reproduce and take a chance on being a father. It wasn’t in his make-up.
What if she was telling the truth? Faced with that possibility, Leandro suddenly knew what it felt like for one’s world to fall apart. He’d sought order all his life, to combat the lack of order that had marked his formative years, and there could be nothing more disastrous and explosive when it came to destroying all that hard-fought-for order than the arrival of a child.
But, no, he wasn’t going to think like that.
He was a cool, rational man. He forced his thoughts away from possibilities. Possibilities counted for nothing.
‘Where?’
‘I beg your pardon?’
‘You tell me that I’m a father. Then let me see my son.’
CATHY WILLIAMS can remember reading Mills & Boon books as a teenager, and now that she is writing them she remains an avid fan. For her, there is nothing like creating romantic stories and engaging plots, and each and every book is a new adventure. Cathy lives in London. Her three daughters—Charlotte, Olivia and Emma—have always been, and continue to be, the greatest inspirations in her life.
Books by Cathy Williams
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
Bought to Wear the Billionaire’s Ring
Snowbound with His Innocent Temptation A Virgin for Vasquez Seduced into Her Boss’s Service The Wedding Night Debt A Pawn in the Playboy’s Game At Her Boss’s Pleasure The Real Romero The Uncompromising Italian The Argentinian’s Demand Secrets of a Ruthless Tycoon Enthralled by Moretti His Temporary Mistress
The Italian Titans
Wearing the De Angelis Ring
The Surprise De Angelis Baby
One Night With Consequences
Bound by the Billionaire’s Baby
Seven Sexy Sins
To Sin with the Tycoon
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Contents
THROUGH THE WINDOWS of the airy den tucked away in the west wing of his sprawling country mansion, Leandro Sanchez had a bird’s eye view of what could only be called the inevitable end of his six-month relationship with Rosalind Duval.
Only fitting, he thought, that a high-maintenance, spoiled diva should exit on a cloud of over-the-top drama.
It was a little after six in the evening and the last of the trucks that only that morning had delivered food, decorations—including a ridiculous ice sculpture for display in his hall—and several dozen staff was now departing. The specially bought Chinese-style lanterns that lined the long, private avenue leading up to his estate twinkled and glittered in the lightly falling snow and illuminated the dark shapes of the vehicles slowly wending their way away from his estate.
Sensual mouth compressed into a thin line of distaste, Leandro replayed in his mind the events of the last three hours. He had returned from his business trip to New York, fresh off the red eye, to pick up a barrage of text messages from Rosalind that he was to come immediately to his country house where he would find a surprise waiting for him.
Leandro loathed surprises. He was especially put out because, during the past week while he had been in New York, he had decided that his relationship with the very eligible Lady Rosalind Duval had reached the end of its course.
On paper, she had ticked all the boxes. She was beautiful, well-bred and independently wealthy. Her parents, whilst not nearly on the same level as him financially, formed the bedrock of that dying breed known as the British aristocracy. As a bonus, she was friendly with his sister Cecilia, who, indeed, had engineered the initial meeting between them.
Leandro was not in the market for love but he had been...restless and Rosalind had stepped into that uncustomary void with the promise of something different. It was not to be.
Her background had filled her with high expectations that every single one of her demands would be met with complete subservience. As a privileged only child, she was accustomed to getting her own way, and the fact that she was in her early thirties proved no barrier to her stamping her feet and throwing temper tantrums if things didn’t go as she decreed. She had always been the centre of attention and had seen no reason why he, Leandro, shouldn’t fall in line and continue the tradition.
