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      ‘We have a real marriage. Real to us. We both meant our vows.’

      ‘No, we do not. Our marriage is no more real than a winged unicorn.’

      ‘Where is all this coming from?’ he demanded. The thumping in his ribs no longer had any connection to desire or lust. Fear knotted in his guts but he knew not what the fear was of. ‘You knew the score from the start—it’s what we agreed on. It’s what we both wanted.’

      ‘But now I want something else. I want something more.’ Alessandra had seen the way Rocco and Olivia were together. If her brother could find love and be happy…

      She had found love too. The problem was she had found it with her husband.

      ‘More? What kind of more?’ He spoke as if it were a dirty word.

      ‘I want everything. I want a husband to sleep with every night, not just for sex but to curl up to. I want to wake up every morning and know that the man I love loves me in return and doesn’t regard me as a means to an end. I want it all.’

      Christian looked as if he’d been sucker-punched. ‘Have you met someone else—is that what all this is about?’

      ‘No.’ She stared at him, willing him to understand.

      She couldn’t hide any more. This was the point of no return. Time for her to lay her cards on the table and see where it took them, for good or ill. ‘There is only you.’

      She watched as his powerful body froze, the only movement coming from his blue eyes which darkened and pulsed, the look in them as if he were seeing her for the very first time.

      ‘Please, say something,’ she beseeched.

      ‘For the love of God—Alessandra, that is not what our marriage is about.’

      Her heart lurching so violently she feared she would be sick, she brushed past him, reached for the bottle of bourbon, poured a measure then thrust the glass into his hand.

      After he’d downed it and slammed the glass on the work surface, she stood before him and gazed right into his eyes. ‘Can you ever love me?’

      His face went so white it would have been comical had the situation not been so serious.

      ‘Neither of us believe in love. It’s what makes us so compatible.’

      How she wished she could have a proper drink too. Just as well she couldn’t—the aroma of bourbon playing under her nose made her belly recoil. Or was that terror of where this conversation was going?

      Retreat wasn’t an option. Not any more. Their time had come.

      ‘This is all your fault,’ she said starkly, holding his eyes, refusing to let their hold drop. ‘When we married, all I felt towards you was a severe degree of lust. If we’d kept it at sex, I probably would have been fine—lust is intransigent. It would have fizzled out eventually.’ But as she spoke the words, she realised them to be a lie. She’d already been in love with him.

      ‘Instead, you withdrew physically,’ she continued. ‘But you’ve been…good to me. You look out for me but don’t try and inhibit or stifle me. You’re supportive and enthusiastic. You made me trust you.’

      Something flickered in his eyes at her utterance of the word trust. She hardly believed it herself but it was the truth. Somewhere along the line she had begun to trust him. She’d fought it and fought it but it had crept up on her all the same. Just as her love for him had.

      ‘If I’m such a good guy then what is the problem here?’

      ‘This pregnancy has changed me. You’ve changed me. I deserve love and all that it can give. And so do you.’

      ‘Do you hear what you’re saying?’ he asked roughly, his eyes wild as he took a step back. ‘All this crap about love when we both know all it does is destroy people.’

      ‘No, it does not! Love only destroys if the person allows it. My father allowed it and so did your mother. We don’t have to be like them.’

      ‘You’re right—we don’t. And we won’t. People who take the risk are weak and foolish and I am neither of those things. I thought you were better than that too.’

      ‘Then I must be weak and stupid.’

      ‘I can’t be the man you think you want,’ he warned. ‘I have no capacity to love and, even if I did, I’ve grown up seeing how dangerous it can be and the knock-on effects it has on everyone else.

      ‘Where are you going?’ he demanded when she suddenly turned away and headed for her bedroom.

      ‘To pack.’

      ‘For where?’

      ‘London.’

      ‘Your flight doesn’t leave until the morning.’

      ‘I’ll see if I can get a sooner one.’ She flung her wardrobe doors open, pulled out her small carry-on case and placed it on the bed.

      He didn’t love her.

      He would never love her. He wouldn’t even try.

      ‘Can you call me a cab, please?’

      ‘You’re not going anywhere. Not until we’ve talked this through.’

      ‘We’re talking it through right now.’ She selected some clothes and placed them neatly in the case, then dug her phone from her pocket and pressed the app that would send a taxi straight to the apartment building. ‘We can stay married until the baby is born, so you can have the legal rights you want, and then we can divorce. I’m sure we can find an amicable solution to custody—’

      She started to zip her case but Christian wrenched it from her, whipping it away and hurtling it to the floor with a slam. She didn’t think she had ever seen him so angry. Not that anger was the correct word for the wildness surrounding him.

      She could hardly blame him. She was destroying the future they had planned. But that had been a future before she’d fallen in love with him.

      He gripped her shoulders. ‘We made a promise to each other and our child to be a family. You’re breaking that promise. I will not agree to any divorce.’

      ‘Why are you being so unreasonable?’ she demanded, her own temper rising back up. ‘You’re still going to get what you want. You’re still going to be a father.’

      His hands slid off her shoulders and balled into fists. ‘Why are you doing this?’

       Because I love you. And I know you will never fall in love with me. And to continue living with you knowing I will never have your love will eventually destroy me just as it destroyed your mother and my father. But not to their extent. Never to their extent. Our child will never suffer for it, I swear.

      But the words went unsaid. If she thought for a second there was a chance that in the future his feelings could develop as hers had, she would say them.

      What kind of idiot fell in love with a man incapable of returning it?

      Had she been fool enough to hope his feelings would change as hers had? No, she hadn’t been stupid enough to think that. But still she’d fallen for him.

      ‘What do you think the press are going to say when they learn our marriage barely lasted two months?’ he asked, his voice cold and terse.

      ‘Let them think and write what they like. I have finally grown an immunity to them.’ Three months ago, the thought of them crucifying her for the whole of Italy’s delectation had made her want to vomit. Now…let them write what they liked. The fear she had felt of the press since she’d been seventeen had gone. She didn’t know when it had happened, only that it had.

      She was an adult. She controlled her life, not the press.

      ‘And

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