Пенни Джордан - THE ITALIAN DUKES WIFE стр 2.

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too, since they were both deceitful cheats and

liars. But she, coward that she was, could not face

going home until the wedding was over, until all the

fuss had died down and until she was not going to be

the recipient of pitying looks, the subject of hushed

gossip.

"Well, lets look on the bright side," Andrea had

said lightly when she had realised Jodie was not going

to be persuaded to abandon her plans. "You never

know you might meet someone in Italy and fall

head over heels in love. Italian men are so gorgeously

sexy and passionate."

Italian men or any kind of men were off the life

menu for her from now on, Jodie told herself furiously.

Men, marriage, love she no longer wanted

anything to do with any of them.

Angrily Jodie depressed the accelerator. She had

no idea where this appallingly bumpy road was going

to take her, but she wasnt going to turn back. From

now on there would be no U-turns in her life, no

looking back in misery or despair, no regrets about

what might have been. She was going to face firmly

forward.

David and Andrea had been wonderfully kind to

her, offering her their spare room when she had sold

her cottage so that she could put the sale proceeds

towards the house she and John were buying which

had not, with hindsight, been the most sensible of

things to do but she couldnt live with her cousin

and his wife for ever.

Luckily John had at least given her her money

back, but the break-up of their engagement had still

cost her her job, since she had worked for his father

in the family business. John was due to take over

when his father retired.

So now she had neither home nor job, and she was

going to be

She yelped as the offside front wheel hit something

hard, the impact causing her to lurch forward painfully

against the constraint of her seat belt. How much

further was she going to have to drive before she

found some form of life? She was booked into a hotel

tonight, and according to her calculations she should

have reached her destination by now. Where on earth

was she? The road was climbing so steeply

"You, I take it, are responsible for this? It has your

manipulative, destructive touch all over it, Caterina,"

Lorenzo Niccolo dEste, Duce di Montesavro, accused

his cousin-in-law with savage contempt as he

threw his grandmothers will onto the table between

them.

"If your grandmother took my feelings into account

when she made her will, then that was because"

"Your feelings!" Lorenzo interrupted her bitingly.

"And what feelings exactly would those be? The same

feelings that led to you bullying my cousin to his

death?" He was making no attempt whatsoever to conceal

his contempt for her.

Two ugly red patches of angry colour burned betrayingly

on Caterinas immaculately made-up face.

"I did not drive Gino to his death. He had a heart

attack."

"Yes, brought on by your behaviour."

"You had better be careful what you accuse me of,

Lorenzo, otherwise"

"You dare to threaten me?" Lorenzo demanded.

"You may have managed to deceive my grandmother,

but you cannot deceive me."

He turned his back on her to pace the stone-flagged

floor of the Castillos Great Hall, his pent-up fury

rendering him as savagely dangerous as a caged animal

of prey.

"Admit it," he challenged as he swung round again

to confront her. "You came here deliberately intending

to manipulate and deceive an elderly dying

woman for your own ends."

"You know that I have no desire to quarrel with

you, Lorenzo," Caterina protested. "All I want"

"I already know what you want," Lorenzo reminded

her coldly. "You want the privilege, the position, and

the wealth that becoming my wife would give you

and it is for that reason that you harried a confused

elderly woman you knew to be dying into changing

her will. If you had any compassion, any" He broke

off in disgust. "But of course you do not, as I already

know."

His furious contempt had caused the smile to fade

from her lips and her body to stiffen into hostility as

she abandoned any pretence of innocence.

"You can make as many accusations as you wish,

Lorenzo, but you cannot prove any of them," she

taunted him.

"Perhaps not in a court of law, but that does not

alter their veracity. My grandmothers notary has told

me that when she summoned him to her bedside in

order to alter her will, she confided to him the reason

that she was doing so."

Lorenzo saw the look of unashamed triumph in

Caterinas eyes.

"Admit it, Lorenzo. I have bested you. If you want

the Castillo and we both know that you do then

you will have to marry me. You have no other

choice." She laughed, throwing back her head to expose

the olive length of her throat, and Lorenzo had

a savage impulse to close his hands around it and

squeeze the laughter from her it. He did want the

Castillo. He wanted it very badly. And he was determined

to have it. And he was equally determined that

he was not going to be trapped into marrying

Caterina.

"You told my grandmother I loved you and wanted

to make you my wife. You told her that the fact that

you were so newly widowed, and that your husband

Gino was my cousin, meant that society would frown

upon an immediate marriage between us. And you

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