The Tycoon's Trophy Wife
Reece knew that Alanna would make the perfect trophy wife! Stunning and sophisticated, she wanted nothing more than a marriage of convenience. And that was fine by Reece!But suddenly, their comfortable life together was turned upside down when Reece discovered that his wife had a dark past. But, he realized, he wasn't prepared to lose Alanna – even if the only thing they shared was passion…
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âYouâre Alanna Diamond,â Reece said as he slipped off the stool and stood up. âMy wife.â
His wife.
Alanna swallowed, her gaze dropping away from his handsome face as those feelings swamped her again, feelings that made her face grow hot and her skin tingle all over.
Alannaâs head spun with the intensity of her desire, every muscle in her body stretched tight as a drum.
Try to relax, heâd said.
No way was she ever going to relax whilst in his presence. She had to find some excuse to leave him. To be alone.
When a wealthy man wants a wife, he doesnât always follow the rules!
Welcome to Miranda Leeâs stunning, sexy new trilogyâ
Meet Richard, Reece and Mike, three Sydney millionaires with a missionâthey all want to get marriedâ¦but none wants to fall in love!
Bought: One Bride
Richardâs story:
His money can buy him anything he wants⦠and he wants a wife!
August 2005
# 2483
The Tycoonâs Trophy Wife
Reeceâs story:
She was everything he wanted in a wifeâ¦
âtil he fell in love with her!
September 2005
#2489
A Scandalous Marriage
Mikeâs story:
He married her for moneyâher beauty was a bonus!
October 2005
#2496
Miranda Lee
The Tycoonâs Trophy Wife
ISBN: 978-1-408-94080-8
THE TYCOONâS TROPHY WIFE
© Miranda Lee 2005
First Published in Great Britain in 2005
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Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EPILOGUE
COMING NEXT MONTH
PROLOGUE
Sydney. September. Spring.
ALANNA hesitated at the entrance to the cemetery, dismayed to find that her stomach had begun to churn.
Just butterflies, she reassured herself, and forged on.
The churning increased by the time she stood in front of his headstone. But she remained determined to do this. To say what she had come to say. To find closure once and for all.
âItâs been five years since I stood here,â she said to the man buried there. âFive long, incredibly difficult years. Iâve come here today to tell you that you didnât win, Darko. I have survived.
âTime does have amazing healing powers and I finally found the will to go on, a will much stronger than I ever believed I had. I have taken my life in my hands. My hands,â she repeated quite forcefully as those same hands gripped her handbag in front of her.
âIâve remarried, Darko. Yes, you heard me. I am now another manâs wife. How you must be turning in your grave to hear that,â she bit out between clenched teeth.
âOf course, I did not choose a love match. Would I be so foolish as to marry another man who loved me? But we like and respect each other, Reece and I. Best of all, Reece doesnât try to own me, or control me. He trusts me and wants me to be happy. He doesnât mind if I go out with my girlfriends. He doesnât mind if I wear sexy clothes. He even buys them for me. He bought me the suit I have on today. Itâs the kind of outfit you would have ripped off me. But Reece loves me to wear clothes like this.â
With a defiant tilt of her head, she spread her arms wide and turned around, showing off her eye-catching figure, encased that day in a cream silk suit that had a short, tight skirt and a figure hugging jacket with a deep V neckline.
âDid I mention that my husband is a very rich, very handsome man?â Alanna went on. âVery sexy, too. He might not be crazy in love with me, but he wants to make love to me almost every night. To satisfy me. Which he does. Do you hear me, Darko?â Alanna threw at the headstone in a challenging tone, which didnât totally mask the underlying hurt and pain that twisted at her heart.
