HELEN BROOKS.

Ruthless Tycoon, Innocent Wife






Its gone two in the morning, she said breathlessly. You shouldnt be here.

No, I shouldnt.

He bent towards her and she did nothing to avoid him. One hand closed around her wrist, drawing her into him, and the other pressed into the small of her back, urging her still closer. Marianne felt she couldnt breathe as she waited for him to kiss her.

When his mouth closed over hers she felt the impact in every part of her body, even though his lips were gentle, even sweet. She had expected She didnt know what she had expected, but his tenderness was her undoing. It cut through any defences like a knife through butter, and she found herself wanting more as she pressed into him in a manner which would have shocked her only seconds before.

This is crazy. His voice was husky against her mouth, and suddenly the tempo of the kiss changed, his lips becoming more demanding as he sensed her response. Madness

She agreed with himbut was powerless to move away.

Helen Brooks lives in Northamptonshire and is married with three children. As she is a committed Christian, busy housewife and mother, her spare time is at a premium, but her hobbies include reading, swimming and gardening. Her long-cherished aspiration to write became a reality when she put pen to paper on reaching the age of forty, and sent the result off to Mills & Boon.

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A RUTHLESS AGREEMENT

THE ITALIAN TYCOONS BRIDE THE BILLIONAIRES MARRIAGE MISSION A FAMILY FOR HAWTHORN FARM* HIS CHRISTMAS BRIDE THE BILLIONAIRE BOSSS SECRETARY BRIDE

*part of the Winter Waifs anthology

RUTHLESS TYCOON, INNOCENT WIFE

BY

HELEN BROOKS

www.millsandboon.co.uk

CHAPTER ONE

JUST a few more hours and then everyone would leave. She could do this; she had to. It was what her parents would have expected of her. She could almost hear her mothers voicewarm, faintly admonishingsaying, Come on, Annie, keep the flag flying high, sweetie-pie. It had been one of her mothers favourite sayings when as a small child she had tried to duck out of anything unpleasant.

Marianne Carr drew in a deep breath and straightened her drooping shoulders. Checking her reflection in the bedroom mirror, she satisfied herself that the recent flood of tears didnt show and then left the room. On walking down the wide staircase she could see the odd person or two in the hall, but the main body of guests were in the drawing room. They were talking in the hushed tones one used at funeral receptions.

Crystal, her mothers housekeeper and friend whod been one of the family for as long as Marianne could remember, met her at the foot of the stairs.

Crystals eyes were pink-rimmed and her voice wobbly when she said, Shall I tell them to come through to the dining room now? Everythings ready.

Marianne nodded. She hugged Crystal for a moment, a catch in her voice as she murmured, Youve been a tower of strength to me, Crystal. I couldnt have got through this without you.

Crystals plump chin trembled as she fought for control. I dont feel I have been. I still find it hard to believe they wont walk in the door, to be truthful.

I know. I feel the same. It had been Crystal the police had notified the night of her parents terrible car crash, two policemen calling at the house. Crystal had immediately phoned her and she had left her flat in London within minutes. On the journey back to Cornwall she had been in deep shock, praying the whole time that she wouldnt be too late. Crystal had told her her father had been pronounced dead at the scene of the accident but her mother was still clinging to life.

By the time she reached the hospital her mother had been able to tell the police that her father had collapsed at the wheel and the car had ploughed off the road, wrapping itself round a tree. She had had five precious minutes with the woman who had been her best friend as well as her mother. Five minutes to last the rest of her life.

The post-mortem had revealed that her father had suffered a massive heart attack and had probably been dead before the car had hit the tree. It was generally acknowledged it was the worst of luck that he had been driving at the time.

Forcing her thoughts into neutral, Marianne realised Crystal was dabbing her eyes again. Ill go and announce they can come through, Crystal. OK?

No, no. If you can hold it together, then so can I, Crystal protested shakily. Ill do it.

The two looked at each other for a long moment, drawing from each others strength in the midst of their grief, and then Crystal bustled off.

Marianne glanced at her watch, a present from her parents for her twenty-first six years before. One oclock. Hopefully the assembled family and friends would all be gone by four. She heard Tom Blackthorns voice as she reached the drawing-room door and saw him standing with a tall dark man shed vaguely noticed earlier. Tom was her fathers solicitor and friend; hed asked to stay behind after the others had gone so he could read her parents will to her. She knew it wasnt just that, though. He would feel it his duty to point out that a huge rambling place like Seacrest was too much for a young woman to take on, that it would make more sense to sell it.

She wouldnt listen to him. She mentally nodded to the thought. Seacrest was in her blood. It had been in her fathers, and his father before him. It had been her great-great-grandfather who had built the massive stone house on the top of the cliff over one hundred and fifty years ago, and Carrs had lived in Seacrest ever since. Although she had inherited it far too soonher eyes darkened with painshe would keep her beloved house going while she had breath in her body. It was part of her, part of her parents.

Ah, Annie. Tom had known her since she was a baby and, as he put out a fatherly arm and drew her into his side, she had to bite back the tears. To combat the weakness she kept her spine straight and her lips clamped together. Id like you to meet the son of one of your fathers old friends. Rafe Steed, Marianne Carr.

Her inward battle to remain composed and in control in spite of her grief during the funeral had rendered her almost blind and deaf throughout. Now, for the first time that day, she looked properly at the man she had noticed earlier at the church and then the graveside with Tom, seeing him as a person rather than another sombre-clothed shape among many sombre-clothed shapes.

The polite, How do you do? which had sprung to her lips was never voiced. He was tallvery talland broad with it. He wasnt smiling. Not that it was the time and place for smiles, she supposed, but there was something in the piercing blue eyes that was unnerving. After what seemed an endless moment, he said, Please accept the condolences of my father, Miss Carr. Ill health has prevented him making the journey from the States himself but he wanted to pay his respects.

His voice ran over Mariannes overstretched nerves like icy water. It was deep, cold and liquid-smooth although the timbre was as hard as polished steel.

Mesmerised more by the coolness of his manner than his height and rugged good looks, Marianne said hesitantly, Thank you.

She could not recall her father or mother speaking of anyone called Steed. Why had this old friend who lived on the other side of the ocean sent his son to represent him after all this time? It seemed strange. My father and yours were friends? she said carefully. Im sorry but I dont remember the name.

No reason why you should. The big powerful body appeared relaxed but this did not detract from the energy and force it projected. My father and yours grew up together but my father left for America when he was in his early twenties.

His accent was the type of lazy American drawl that was so attractive on the silver screen and even the lack of warmth couldnt negate its appeal. Marianne wondered why this stranger disliked her, because he did. It was in his manner, the set of his face and, most of all, his cold, cold eyes.

I see. She didnt but it didnt matter as the weight of her loss pressed down on her again. Please thank your father for me, wont you. I hope he is well soon.

My father is dying, Miss Carr, but slowly.

The very sharply defined planes and angles of the masculine face showed no emotion as Marianne stared at him. She was completely taken aback but, before she could bring her mind to bear, Tom Blackthorn said, Im sorry to hear that, Rafe. You didnt say before. We had some good times when we were youngeryour father, Annies and myself. The Three Musketeers.

There was a small silence when Marianne wondered if Rafe Steed was going to ignore the man at his side, his eyes still intent on her face. Then, to her relief, the rapier gaze moved and he turned to Tom.

His smile wintry, he said, So I understand.

What an objectionable individual. Marianne couldnt believe anyone would come to a funeral and then be so covertly rude to the bereaved. Drawing herself up to her full height of five feet six inches, which unfortunately was still almost a foot below the son of her fathers old friend which, she felt, put her at something of a disadvantage, she said as coldly as he had spoken, Please excuse me, Mr Steed, but I have other people to talk to. Nice people, normal people. Ill see you later, Uncle Tom.

It had always been Uncle Tom and Aunt Gillian since she was a child although they werent related. Her mother and father had both been only children and so it had been Toms two sons and two daughters she had looked on as cousins and, having no brothers and sisters herself, their friendship had been precious. It still was, although all but the youngest son had moved to other parts of the country.

As she made her way around the room, talking to one group of folk and then others, Marianne was uncomfortably aware of a pair of blue eyes watching her every move. Most people had plates of Crystals delicious buffet in their hands by now but, although Tom had wandered off into the dining room, she knew Rafe Steed had not budged from his stance by the door.

Whos the Heathcliff type Dads been talking to? As Marianne joined the group consisting of Toms children and their partners and his wife, it was VictoriaTom and Gillians youngest daughter and the only child still unattached and fancy-freewho spoke. Hes new round here, isnt he?

Victoria.

As her mother shushed her, Victoria said, What? You know you want to know as well. Turning to Marianne, she added, Dad just said hes an old friend but Mum doesnt know him and she thought she knew all of Dads friends.

Marianne smiled. Victoria was the maneater of the Blackthorn sisters. A confirmed bachelor girl with a fantastic career in central government, she had announced early in life that marriage and children werent for her; neither were permanent relationships it would seem. It was common knowledge she ate men up and spat them out and, being a tall redhead with curves in all the right places and come-to-bed blue eyes, they queued up for the privilege of having their hearts broken. And Victoria had obviously set her sights on Rafe Steed. She was so welcome.

Keeping her voice light and easy, Marianne said, His father was an old friend, not him. Apparently your father and mine grew up with his. His names Steed. Rafe Steed.

Steed? Gillian was a Cornish lass, unlike Mariannes mother who had moved to the district from the north of England with her family when she was a young woman. He must be Andrew Steeds son. Yes, I can see it now although hes a head taller than his father was, but Andrew was very good-looking, too. Theyve got the same black hair and blue eyes. It was a combination that used to send the girls in a tizzwazz. With your father being so fair, Annie, and Andrew being so dark they used to have the girls throwing themselves at them.

What about Dad? Victoria interjected a little defensively.

Oh, your father was always mine, Gillian said comfortably. Everyone knew that.

Victorias gaze was on Rafe Steed again. Hes barely taken his eyes off you, Annie. And hes got a very sexy mouth, she added, almost to herself. In fact hes very everything.

Victoria.

This time her mother really meant it and Victoria recognised the tone. Sorry, she said quickly to Marianne. I wasnt being flippant regarding your mum and dad, Annie. You know how much I thought of them.

Its fine. It was. In fact, she preferred Victorias naturalness to the awkwardness with which most people were treating her today. Why dont you go across and introduce yourself? she suggested, knowing Victoria was longing to. Youve got the excuse hes an old friend of your fathers and, furthermore, he doesnt know anyone. Youll be taking pity on him.

Thats just what I thought. Delighted, Victoria was off.

That girl. Gillian shook her head while her two sons and eldest daughter and their respective spouses smiled indulgently. I dont know what it is about her but she attracts the men like bees to a honeypot. Hell be taking her out for dinner tonight, you mark my words.

Marianne said something non-committal and moved on. She didnt care if Rafe Steed took half of Cornwall out for dinner tonight; she thought he was the rudest man she had ever met. If she saw him again in the whole of her life after today it would be too soon. Victoria was utterly welcome and, thinking about it, if anyone could bring such a man to heel, Victoria could.

She purposely didnt look over the other side of the room for some time, but when she did it was to see that Rafe Steed and Victoria had been joined by the rest of Toms family and they were all chatting and smiling. Ridiculously, Marianne felt betrayed. The feeling disappeared almost as soon as it had come but it left her with stinging eyes and a trembling mouth. Suddenly she wanted her mother so much it hurt.

Dont be stupid, she told herself silently, walking across to the french windows and gazing out over the rolling grounds which stretched down to the high stone wall separating their property from the cliff path. She was a grown woman of twenty-seven and she had lived in London for the last five years since qualifying as an occupational therapist. She had a responsible job with a top London hospital and she had long since taken charge of her life. She was grown up, not a child.

It didnt help. Right at that moment she would have given everything she owned and was for five minutes with her parents.

Youve still got Seacrest and Crystal. She hugged the thought to her as she fought back the tears. And, whatever it took, she would keep both. She would find a job down here and live at home and hopefully, if they were careful, shed manage to pay the bills a large seven-bedroomed house like Seacrest produced. They could always do bed and breakfast in the holiday season; shed been thinking about that in the last few days since the accident. And she would take care of the grounds herself rather than have the gardener her parents had employed one day a week.

If she had to, that was, she qualified, her eyes following a seagull as it swooped and soared in the blue June sky. She had no idea if there would be any money attached to her parents estate; she and her parents had never talked of such things. There had been no need. Her parents had still been relatively young at fifty-seven and sixty respectively, and shed had her flat and career in London. When she had come down to Cornwall for the occasional weekend or holiday, illness and death and wills had seemed as far away as the moon.

Eventually people began to take their leave. She knew the second Victoria and Rafe Steed began to walk towards her. Somehow she had been vitally aware of him the whole afternoon. She hadnt wanted to bein fact, it had irritated and annoyed herbut somehow he had forced himself on to her psyche in a way which would have been humiliating should anyone have been able to read her mind.

Were going, Annie. Victoria enfolded her in a hug which was genuinely sympathetic. Call me as soon as you get back to the city and well do lunch. I dont know why we havent thought of it before with both of us based in London.

Goodbye, Victoria. Marianne hugged her back and then extracted herself to offer a polite hand to Rafe Steed. Goodbye, Mr Steed, she said with deliberate formality. I hope you have a safe journey home and please give my best wishes to your father.

He took her hand. I have some business to attend to before I return so I shant be leaving for a few days, but Ill speak to my father before then and pass on your regards, Miss Carr.

His flesh was warm and firm and, in spite of herself, Marianne became aware of the faint scent of his aftershave. There was the shadow of black stubble on the hard square chin and the expensive suit he wore sat with casual nonchalance on the big frame. He was a man who was comfortable with himself and his sexuality. He would be dynamite in bed.

The thought, coming from nowhere as it did, shocked Marianne into snatching her hand away in a manner that was less than tactful. For a moment they stared at each other, Rafes features etched in granite and Mariannes eyes wide with confusion. Victoria, who had moved slightly to their left to say goodbye to her father, was thankfully unaware of what had transpired.

Goodbye, Miss Carr. It was expressionless, cold.

For a crazy, wild moment she wanted to ask him what she had done to make him dislike her the way he did. They had never met before this day; he knew nothing about her. She had thought at first he was probably the same with everyone, but he had been altogether different when he had been talking to Victoria and her family. Instead, she said, Goodbye, and left it at that. She just wanted him to go now. She wanted everyone to go. But first there was the formality of the will. Once that was doneshe took a silent gulp of air as she turned away from Rafe Steedshe could get on with sorting out her life and the changes she would have to make to avoid selling Seacrest.

Only it wasnt as simple as that.

An hour later, sitting across the coffee table in the drawing room from Tom, Marianne and Crystal stared in horror at the solicitor. I thought you knew. Tom had said this twice in the last ten minutes since he had dropped his bombshell and his voice was wretched. I didnt imagine I mean He stopped abruptly. Your father said he was going to tell you, Annie.

I suppose he was, she said numbly. Hed asked me to come down to Seacrest the weekend before the crash but Id got something on. I was coming down the next Her voice trailed away. How, Uncle Tom? How could he lose everything?

The business has been struggling for years but he hung on to the belief that the tide would turn. He thought borrowing against the house would be a short-term measure at first. Tom waved his hands expressively. It wasnt. Theres basically your fathers boatyard and one other left in the area and thats one too many. They were both competing for a lucrative deal and they knew it would be the death knell for the one that didnt get it. The other boatyard won. Its as simple as that.

None of this was simple. How could there be nothing left? How could her father have risked losing Seacrest? Why hadnt he cut his losses with the boatyard and got an ordinary job somewhere? At least then Seacrest would have been saved.

As though Tom knew what she was thinking, he said quietly, The boatyard and Seacrest went together in your fathers head, Annie. They were built at the same time by your great-great-grandfather

No. Her voice cracked. No, the house is different, Uncle Tom, and he should have seen that. Seacrest is She couldnt find the words to describe what Seacrest meant.

Theres no way at all we can keep it? Crystal entered the conversation, her face white. Ive got some savings, nearly twenty thousand in the bank. Would they come to some sort of an arrangement?

Her voice trailed away as Tom shook his head.

Marianne reached out her hand and grasped Crystals. She would remember Crystals offer all her life. What happens now?

The bank will claim what it sees as belonging to it, in essence. Then Seacrest will go on the open market. In the position it occupies and being such a fine old house, youll be looking at a great deal of money. Even if you used Crystals twenty thousand as a deposit, you wouldnt be able to make the mortgage repayments.

What if we did bed and breakfast, even evening meals, too? Turned Seacrest into a hotel?

Have you any idea of the cost of such a project? Youd need to do so much work before you could start taking guests. All sorts of safety procedures, not to mention converting the bedrooms into en suites and so on.

Three are already en suites.

Annie, were talking tens of thousands to get the place round if youre going to get approval from the tourist boards and so on. Wheres your collateral?





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