Lynn Raye.

Marriage Behind the Fa?ade






There is no marriage, Malik. Sign the papers and its done.

His smile was not quite a smile. Ah, but its not so easy as that. I am a Jahfaran prince. There is a protocol to follow.

Sydney reached for the doorframe to steady herself. A bad feeling settled into her stomach, making the tension in her body spool tighter and tighter. Her knees felt weak, making her suddenly unstable on her tall designer pumps. What protocol?

He speared her with a long look. A pitying look?

By the time he spoke her nerves were at snapping point.

We must go to Jahfar

What?

and we must live as man and wife for a period of forty days

Dying. She was dying inside. And he was so controlled, as always. No, she whispered, but he didnt hearor he didnt care. His eyes were flat, unfeeling.

Only then can we apply to my brother, the King, for a divorce.

About the Author

LYNN RAYE HARRIS read her first Mills & Boon romance when her grandmother carted home a box from a yard sale. She didnt know she wanted to be a writer then, but she definitely knew she wanted to marry a sheikh or a prince and live the glamorous life she read about in the pages. Instead, she married a military man and moved around the world. These days she makes her home in North Alabama, with her handsome husband and two crazy cats. Writing for Harlequin Mills & Boon is a dream come true. You can visit her at www.lynnrayeharris.com

Books by Lynn Raye Harris:

CAPTIVE BUT FORBIDDEN

STRANGERS IN THE DESERT PRINCE VORONOVS VIRGIN

Did you know these are also available as eBooks? Visit www.millsandboon.co.uk

Marriage

Behind The Fa?ade

Lynn Raye Harris


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CHAPTER ONE

IT was done. Sydney Reed dropped the pen and stared at the documents shed just signed.

Divorce papers.

Her heart hammered in her throat, her palms sweated. Her stomach cramped. She felt as if someone had taken away the last shred of happiness she would ever, ever know.

But that was absurd. Because there was no happiness where Prince Malik ibn Najib Al Dhakir was concerned. There was only heartache and confusion.

Though it irritated her, just thinking his name still had the power to send a shiver tiptoeing down her spine. Her exotic sheikh. Her perfect lover. Her husband.

Ex-husband.

Sydney shoved the papers into the waiting envelope and buzzed her assistant, Zoe. Why was this so hard? It shouldnt be. Malik had never cared for her. Shed been the one whod felt everything. But it wasnt enough. One person couldnt feel enough emotion for two.

No matter how hard she tried, Malik was never going to love her. He simply wasnt capable of it. Though he was a generous and giving lover, his heart never engaged.

Of course it didnt. Sydney frowned. It wasnt that he couldnt lovehe just couldnt love her. She was not the right woman for him. She never had been.

Zoe appeared in the door, her expression all business.

Call the courier. I need these delivered right away, Sydney said before she could change her mind.

Zoe didnt even acknowledge the tremble in Sydneys fingers as she handed over the thick sheaf of papers. Yes, Miss Reed.

Miss Reed. Not Princess Al Dhakir.

Never Princess Al Dhakir again.

Sydney nodded, because she didnt trust herself to speak, and turned back to her computer. The screen was a little blurry, but she resolutely clenched her jaw and got on with the business of selecting property listings to show the new client she was meeting with later.

Shed been such a fool. Shed met Malik over a year ago when someone on his staff had called her parents real estate firm to arrange for an agent to show him a few properties. She hadnt known who Malik was, but shed quickly familiarized herself with his background before their appointment.

Prince of Jahfar. Brother to a king. Sheikh of his own territory. Unmarried. Obscenely wealthy. International playboy. Heartbreaker. There had even been a photo of a sobbing actress who claimed shed fallen in love with Prince Malik, but hed left her for another woman.

Sydney had gone to the appointment armed with information and, yes, even a dose of disdain for the entitled sheikh who broke hearts so carelessly. Not that she thought he could ever be interested in her. She wasnt glamorous or movie star gorgeous or anything even remotely interesting to a playboy sheikh.

But oh, the joke was on her, wasnt it?

Malik was so charming, so suave. So unlike any man shed ever met before.

When hed turned his singular attention on her, shed been helpless to resist him. She hadnt wanted to resist. Shed been flattered by his interest.

Hed made her feel beautiful, accomplished, specialall the things she definitely was not. A dart of pain lodged beneath her heart. Maliks special gift was making a woman feel as if she were the center of his universe; as long as it lasted, it was bliss.

Her mouth compressing into a grim line, Sydney grabbed the listings from the printer and shoved them into her briefcase. Then she shrugged into the white cotton blazer hanging on the back of her chair. She refused to feel sorry for herself a moment longer. That part of her life was over.

Malik had been happy to be rid of herand now she was taking the final step and cutting him from her life permanently. Shed half expected him to do it in the year since shed left him in Paris, but he clearly didnt care enough to make the effort. Whatever the reason, Maliks heart was encased in iceand she was not the one who could thaw it.

Sydney let Zoe know she was leaving, stopped by her mothers office to say good night and headed out to her car. It took over an hour in traffic to reach the first house in Malibu. She parked in the large circular drive and glanced at her watch. The client would be here in fifteen minutes.

Sydney gripped the steering wheel and forced herself to breathe calmly for a couple of minutes. She felt disjointed, unsettled, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Shed sent the papers; it was the end.

Time to move on.

She went inside the house, turning on lights, opening heavy curtains to reveal the stunning views. She moved as if on autopilot, fluffing the throw pillows on the furniture, spraying cinnamon air freshener and finding a soft jazzy station on the home entertainment system.

Then she walked out onto the terrace and scrolled through the email on her phone while she waited. At precisely seven-thirty, the doorbell rang.

Show time.

She took a deep breath before marching to the door and pasting a giant smile on her face. Always greet the client with warm enthusiasm. Her mothers first rule of engagement. Sydney might not be the best salesperson the Reed Team had, but she worked the hardest at it. She had to.

Sydney was the odd duck in the Reed family of swans, the disappointing daughter. The one who made her parents shake their heads and smile politely when what they really wanted to do was ask her why she couldnt be more like her perfect sister.

The only thing shed ever done that had made them so proud theyd nearly popped was to marry a prince. But shed failed at that, too, hadnt she? They didnt say anything, but she knew they were disappointed in her.

Sydney pulled the door open, her smile cracking apart the instant her gaze collided with the mans standing on the threshold.

Hello, Sydney.

For a minute she couldnt move, couldnt speak. Couldnt breathe. She was mesmerized by the dark glitter of those burning, burning eyes. A bird sang in a nearby tree, the sound oddly distorted as all her attention focused on the man standing before her.

The man she hadnt seen, other than in photos in the papers or video clips on television, in over a year.

He was still spectacular, damn him. He was the desert. He was harsh and hard and beautiful. Hed been hers once.

No, he had not. It had been nothing more than an illusion. Malik belonged to no one but himself.

What are you doing here? she forced herself to ask.

Isnt that obvious? Malik responded, one dark brow lifting sardonically. Im looking for a house.

You have a house, she said inanely. I sold it to you last year.

Yes, but Ive never liked it.

Then why did you buy it? she snapped, her pulse roaring in her veins.

His dark eyes glittered hotly. She almost took a step back, but held her ground beneath the onslaught of his gaze. My God, Malik was all man. There had never been anyone like him in her life. So tall and dark and powerful. Malik walked into a room and owned it. There was never any question who was in charge when Malik was around.

And she had been just as vulnerable to his power as anyone.

Hed owned her. He would own her still, had she not realized how destructive a life with him would be. Had she not decided she couldnt give herself so utterly and completely to a man and still mean so little to him.

Pain rolled into a hard knot in her belly.

One corner of his mouth lifted in a grin, though there was no humor in his expression. I bought it because you wanted me to, habibti.

Sydneys feet were stuck to the floor. Her stomach churned with emotion, and her eyes stung. So much pain and anger in seeing him again. Shed tried to inure herself to his presence in the world by reading every article about him she could find, even when they stabbed her in the heart with tales of his latest conquests. Shed told herself it would only be a matter of time before he returned to L.A. and that if she ran into him again, she would sniff haughtily and act like an ice princess.

And wasnt she doing a fine job of that now?

Sydney stepped away from the door, determined to cloak herself in disdain. She did not need him. Shed never needed him. Shed only thought she had.

Riiight

Inside, she was a mess. Outside, she was cool. As cool as he was. And you always do what people want you to do, dont you? she said.

Malik walked inside and shut the door behind him. Only if it amuses me.

He took up all the space in the foyer, made it seem far too intimate. She could smell his soap, that special blend he had made in Paris. Her eyes skimmed over him. His suit was custom made, of course. Pale grey. The powder blue shirt beneath his jacket was unbuttoned just enough to show the hollow of his throat.

She knew what that spot tasted like, how it felt beneath her tongue.

Sydney pivoted, moved toward the floor to ceiling windows across the room. Her heart beat triple time. Her pulse throbbed. Her skin felt tight. Then perhaps it would amuse you to buy a house with such a gorgeous view. I could use the commission.

If you need money, Sydney, you only have to ask. He sounded so cool, so logical, so detached, as if he were telling his valet that he didnt care whether it was the red tie or the maroon today.

Bitterness flooded her. So typical of him. Nothing engaged Maliks emotions, not really. Her mistake had been in thinking she was different somehow.

Ha. Jokes on you, girlfriend.

She turned back to him. I dont want your money, Malik. Now why dont you get out before my real client arrives? If you have anything to say to me, you can say it through my lawyer.

The heat in his eyes didnt waver. Her stomach clenched. Was it anger or a different kind of heat she saw there?

Ah yes, the divorce, he said disdainfully, as if he were talking to a naughty child.

Anger, then. He wasnt accustomed to her fighting back. Because she never had before.

Not until today, when shed slid her pen across that signature line.

Sydney crossed her arms over her chest. She knew it was a defensive gesture, but she didnt care. I didnt ask you for anything. Just your signature on those papers.

So you have signed them finally. There wasnt the least trace of sorrow or surprise in his voice.

Always so calm and cool, her desert lord. It infuriated her that he could be so unaffected.

Her blood felt thick in her veins. Heavy. Isnt that why youre here?

It had only been a little over an hour since shed given the papers to Zoe. It was possible theyd been delivered to Malik in that timebut even if they had, how had he found where she was and gotten here so quickly?

Shed just assumed that was why hed come. Comprehension unfurled. She felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. He must have known shed been having the papers drawn up. Though why it mattered to him, she wasnt sure. There is no client, is there? You set this up.

It was precisely like him to do so. Malik orchestrated things. If he didnt like something, he had it changed. If he wanted something, he got it. He spoke the words, and things happened as if by magic. It was the kind of power that most people would never possess.

He inclined his head. It seemed the best way to meet with you. Less likely to cause a scene for the paparazzi.

Hot anger threated to scorch her from the inside out. And something else as well. Something hot and dark and secret. Something she recalled from the sultry nights with him, the hours spent tangled together in silken sheets, his body entwining with hers, thrusting into hers, caressing hers.

Why could she never look at this man without thinking of it?

It was the one place where hed been raw and open with heror so shed thought. She knew better now.

Sydney closed her eyes, swallowed. Her skin was moist with perspiration, so she went to the terrace doors, flinging them open to let in the clean ocean breeze. It was always too hot when Malik was near.

She didnt have to turn to know he was right behind her. He vibrated with an energy that shed never been able to ignore. When Malik walked into a room, she knew it. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Her blood hummed. Part of her wanted to turn and go into his arms, wanted to feel the extraordinary bliss of a night in his bed at least one more time.

She despised that part of herself. She wasnt that weak anymore, damn it! She was strong, capable of resisting the animal part of her that wanted this man without reason. Without sense.

But she had to resistor pay the price.

Sydney whirled, taking a step back when she realized he was closer than shed thought. You never bothered to get in touch with me, she said, her voice cracking in spite of her determination. You let all these months go by, and you never once tried to contact me. So why are you here now?

His eyes flashed, his lean jaw hardening. He was so very, very beautiful. It wasnt an incongruous word when applied to a man who looked like Malik did. Jet dark hair, chiseled features, honed body, bronzed skin that looked as if hed been dusted in gold. The most sensuous lips God had ever created. Lips that knew how to bring her to the brink of screaming pleasure again and again.

A tiny shiver crawled down her spine. She should have known a man like him could never truly be interested in her.

Why would I chase you down, Sydney? he demanded, ignoring her question. You chose to leave. You could have chosen to come back.

She drew herself up. Of course he would think that way! Because he hadnt been affected by her going. I had no choice.

Malik snorted. Really? Someone made you walk out on our marriage? Someone forced you to run from Paris in the middle of the night with one suitcase and a note left on the counter? Id like to meet this someone with such power over you.

She stiffened. He made her sound so ridiculous. So childish. Dont pretend you were devastated by it. We both know the truth.

He brushed past her to stand in the open door and look at the ocean while her heart died just a little with each passing second as she hoped, ridiculously, that he might contradict her.

Why did a small part of her always insist on that rosy naivet? where he was concerned?

Of course not, he stated matter-of-factly. Then he turned and speared her with an angry look, his voice turning harsh. But I am an Al Dhakir and you are my wife. Did you not consider for one moment the embarrassment this would cause me? Would cause my family?

Anger and disappointment simmered together in her belly. Shed hoped he might have missed her just a little bit, but of course he had not. Malik didnt need anyone or anything. He was a force of nature all his own.

Shed never understood him. That was only part of the problem between them, but it was a big part. Hed been everything exotic and wonderful and hed swept her off her feet.

She still remembered the moment shed realized she was in love with him. And shed thought he must feel the same since she was the only woman hed ever wanted to marry.

How wrong shed been. It hadnt taken very long for her naive hopes to be ground to bits beneath his custom soles. Her eyes filled with angry tears, but she refused to let them fall. Shed had a year to analyze her actions and berate herself for not demanding more from him.

From life.

Thats why youre here? Because youre embarrassed? Sydney drew in a trembling breath. Adrenaline surged in her blood, but she was determined to maintain her cool. My, my, it certainly took you a long time to get worked up.

He took a step toward her. Sydney thrust her chin out, uncowed. Abruptly, he stopped and shoved his hands into his pockets. The haughty prince assumed control once more as he looked down his refined nose at her. We could live apart, Sydney. That is practically expected, though usually after there is an heir or two. But divorce is another thing altogether.

So youre embarrassed about the divorce, not about me leaving, she stated. As if she would ever consider having children with him. So he could leave her to raise the kids while he dallied with mistresses?

No way. Shed been such a fool to think their lives could be normal when they came from such diverse backgrounds. He was a prince of the desert. She was plain Sydney Reed from Santa Monica, California. It was laughable how deluded she had been.

Ive let you have your space, he continued. But enough is enough.

Sydney felt her eyes widening. A bubble of anger popped, sending fresh heat rushing through her. You let me have my space? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

His eyes flashed. Is that any way for a princess to talk?

Im not a princess, Malik. Though technically his wife was a princess, shed never felt like one, even when shed still been happily married to him. Hed never taken her to Jahfar; shed never seen his homeland or been welcomed by his family.

Shed never even met his family.

That should have been her first clue.

Shame flooded her, made her skin hot once more. How naive shed been. When hed married her, shed thought hed loved her. Shed had no idea she was simply an instrument of his rebellion. Hed married her because shed been unsuitable, no other reason. Hed wanted to shock his family.

Shed simply been the flavor of the moment, the woman warming his bed when the idea occurred to him.

You are still my wife, Sydney, he growled. Until such time as you are not, you will act with the decorum your position deserves.

Sydneys stomach was doing flips. She clenched her fists at her sides, willing herself not to explode. What good would it do?

Not for much longer, Malik. Sign the papers and you wont have to worry about me embarrassing you ever again. Or that she wasnt good enough for his familys refined taste.

He closed the distance between them slowly so slowly that she felt as if she were being hunted. Her instinct was to escape, but she refused to give him the satisfaction. She stood her ground as the ocean crashed on the beach outside, as her heartbeat swelled to a crescendo, as he came so close she could smell the scent of his skin, could feel his breath on her face.

His fingers snaked along her jaw, so lightly she might have imagined it. His eyes were hooded, his expression unreadable. She fought the desire to close her eyes, to tilt her face up to his. To feel his lips on hers once more.

She was not that desperate. Not that stupid.

Shed learned. She might have been blindly, ignorantly in love with him oncebut she knew better now.

His voice was a deep rumble, an exotic siren call. You still want me, Sydney.

I dont. She said it firmly, coldly. Her legs trembled beneath her, her nerve endings shivering with anticipation. Her heart would beat right out of her chest if he kept touching her.

But she would not tell him to stop. Because she would not admit she was affected.

I dont believe you, he said.

And then his head dipped, his mouth fitting over hers. For a moment she softened; for a moment she let his lips press against hers. For a moment, she was lost in time, flung back to another day, another house, another kiss.

An arrow of pain shot through her breastbone, lodged somewhere in the vicinity of her heart. Was she always destined to hurt because of him?

Sydney pressed her hands against the expensive fabric of his jacket, clenched her fingers in his lapelsand then pushed hard.

Malik stepped back, breaking the brief kiss. His nostrils flared. His face was a set of sharp angles and chiseled features, the waning light from the sunset hollowing out his cheeks, making him seem harder and harsher than she remembered.





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