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      Christian’s whole life came into sharp focus. No more potted snapshots of her Adonis, the hard working but poor scholarship student, the small child sharing a mattress in a cramped attic room with his harridan of a mother…

      Now the snapshots formed a whole picture. Formed the man before her; everything it must have taken for him to drag himself out of the slum. Two decades of suffering before he’d had the opportunity to shower daily.

      What must he think of her, the spoiled little rich kid? She knew she’d never been spoiled but in comparison to Christian she might as well have been Imelda Marcos. So her grandfather had been a workaholic and happy to pass the actual raising of his granddaughter to the female staff of his household? At least she’d never doubted his love. So he’d cut off her allowance? Oh, boo hoo. Her grandfather had been teaching her a lesson. Without it she would never have felt compelled to get herself a job, would never have answered the advertisement to be a photographer’s assistant and taken the first steps on the career she loved.

      She’d been self-sufficient ever since.

      She might not have had a mother or a father but she’d had her grandfather, strict as he was, and her brother, as protective as he was. Things might be tense at the moment but Rocco would always be there for her.

      Christian hadn’t had any of that. Mikolaj had been there as best he could but with a business to run and seven kids of his own to raise it hadn’t been enough. Christian had basically been alone until he’d established the strong friendship group with her brother, Stefan and Zayed. A friendship that had been destroyed because of her.

      ‘Your mother…’

      ‘What about her?’ he asked tersely.

      ‘However crazy she makes you feel, you must love her very much.’

      He breathed deeply. ‘I respect what she did for me as a child. She could have abandoned me but she didn’t. I do my duty towards her and will never abandon her. But love? She poisoned any notion I ever had of love.’

      As Alessandra digested this, a silver fox of a man came over to join them in the alcove, a German she recalled Christian telling her was head of one of Europe’s major private banks.

      ‘Have I introduced you to my daughter?’ he asked, indicating a woman of around the same age as Alessandra who was hovering behind him.

      ‘I don’t believe so,’ Christian answered.

      Silver Fox pulled his daughter to him. ‘Kerstin, this is Christian Markos and his wife, Alessandra.’

      Kerstin’s eyes gleamed as she leaned in to kiss Christian’s cheeks, lingering to whisper something in his ear. A tall, blonde, impossibly glamorous and beautiful woman, she reminded Alessandra of old Hollywood. Her kisses to Alessandra were quick and perfunctory, the first thing that caused the word bitch to float in Alessandra’s mind.

      ‘Kerstin graduated a few years ago from your Alma Mater,’ Silver Fox said when the introductions were complete.

      ‘You studied at Columbia?’ Christian asked with interest.

      ‘I did,’ she said with a knowing smile.

      So she had brains as well as beauty?

      ‘I seem to recall your father saying something about it, but that was quite a few years ago,’ he mused. ‘Are you planning on following in his footsteps?’

      ‘Ja—when Papa retires the plan is for me to take over his role.’

      ‘That’s something I wanted to talk to you about,’ Silver Fox said, addressing Christian. ‘Kerstin and I feel she needs to expand her horizons. We would like you to taking her under your wing for a year or two so she can learn directly from you different aspects of our business.’

       Over my dead body.

      ‘That’s an interesting idea,’ Christian said, turning his attention directly to Kerstin. ‘What are you hoping to learn from me?’

      ‘Everything!’ Thus said, Kerstin proceeded to discuss in great detail what she hoped to achieve under his tutelage, most of which went straight over Alessandra’s head. This wasn’t through a lack of understanding on her part, more to do with the raging burn in her brain that glowed so brightly, nothing else could penetrate.

      If she had claws she would scratch Kerstin’s eyes out without a second thought.

      With a snap, she knew who Kerstin reminded her of and why she’d taken such an instant dislike to her.

      She reminded her of all the women she’d ever seen photographed on Christian’s arm.

      His interest in her—the way he leaned in closely to hear what she had to say, the obvious interest in his expression—was all so clear a highly polished window couldn’t have been more transparent.

      Feeling everything inside her clench, she forced her ears to tune in to the conversation.

      Now it really did fly over her head.

      When it came to financial matters, the most Alessandra ever needed to know was the amount in her personal and business bank accounts and what income and outgoings she had. When she heard the word securities banded about in all earnestness, the only thing her brain conjured up were her bodyguards.

      She wasn’t stupid; she knew that. But finance was its own separate language, one she didn’t know how to translate.

      Kerstin did. Kerstin spoke fluent finance.

      Alessandra placed a hand on her belly as if by covering it she could protect the tiny life within from the thoughts raging through its mother’s head.

      By marrying her, Christian had deprived himself of a marriage that would be far better suited to him.

      Kerstin would be perfect. She had the physical attributes he so desired—Alessandra doubted any man would get bored of making love to her—but, more importantly from her husband’s point of view, there would be no juggling of time, no compromise. Kerstin would flit into his life as if she’d been born there and then, when her father retired, she and Christian would take over the running of his bank together.

      Dio, now her brain was running away from her. She couldn’t make it stop.

      They’d been in the woman’s company for twenty minutes and already Alessandra had mapped her entire future out for her.

      Christian had never wanted to marry. He’d given up his freedom for their baby. He was trying to accommodate the mother of his baby into his life as well as he could.

      He might never have wanted to marry but he did want children.

      If he’d met Kerstin tonight as a single man, would he too have grasped what an ideal wife she would have made for him?

      They’d have been perfect together, could have made beautiful babies over a set of spreadsheets then whispered sweet nothings about the world of finance into each other’s ears until the early hours of every morning.

      ‘Are you okay?’ Christian asked quietly, breaking into her runaway thoughts.

      She swallowed and jerked a nod. ‘I think I have indigestion,’ she said, uttering the first thing that came into her mind.

      His blue eyes studied her, a question mark in them.

      ‘I must have eaten too many spanakopita,’ she expanded, referring to the mini filo-pastry pies stuffed with spinach and feta she’d taken a liking to. At her last count she’d eaten eight of them.

      Her appetite had deserted her now. Her stomach felt so tight she doubted anything would go down.

      ‘Would you like to go home?’ Did he have to look so concerned when she was playing an imaginary game of marrying him off to someone else? A more suitable someone else.

      ‘No, I’ll be fine.’ She

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