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was very pale, staring across the room at him, not having taken in any more of his words after his statement ‘Simon was completely responsible for his death’. Simon had killed someone? How? Why?

      ‘No amount of money can make up for that,’ Liam added disgustedly. ‘Simon should have paid, and paid dearly, for what he did. But my father wouldn’t accept that,’ he said bitterly. ‘Simon could do no wrong in his eyes.’

      Juliet felt sick, could hardly breathe. Simon had killed someone? And William had known about it, had covered it up, had continued to hide that knowledge, had taken it to his deathbed? God, no wonder…

      ‘You were going to marry a man who as good as committed murder,’ Liam continued remorselessly. ‘Oh, my father doctored the file; Simon’s signature doesn’t appear on a single one of the documents. But we both knew, once the whole damned building had collapsed and crushed that poor devil beneath it, that Simon had used inferior materials while falsifying the invoices to look otherwise; that he had pocketed the money he saved.

      ‘But, even though I told my father that, he refused to accept it as the truth, accused me of being bitter towards the blue-eyed boy he considered my brother to be.’ Liam’s face was full of disgust. ‘That’s when I walked out,’ he ground out harshly. ‘I didn’t want any more to do with this family, wanted no part of them!’

      So now she knew the secret of Liam’s alienation from his family. God, it was so much worse than she could ever have imagined. Simon…Oh, God, how could he have done that? And how could William have—?

      ‘But my father knew it was the truth,’ he bit out coldly. ‘Otherwise, why did he change all the documents in that file and put his own signature on them? Still protecting Simon! And you’ve carried on doing the same thing!’ He shook his head in revulsion.

      Juliet looked up at him with stricken eyes. ‘I didn’t know anything about that,’ she choked. ‘I didn’t know!’ she repeated desperately when she could see the cold scepticism in Liam’s eyes.

      ‘How can you say that?’ he said, scornfully disbelieving. ‘My father obviously felt some sort of responsibility towards you—you’ve already admitted as much!—and that responsibility can only have been because you knew you were marrying a man capable of allowing another human being to die because of his own greed. It’s commonly known as blackmail, Juliet,’ he added contemptuously.

      Juliet was still too shocked even to attempt to defend herself on that last accusation. What had Simon done? How could William have protected him in that way? God, no wonder William had seemed so pleased when Simon seemed to be settling down and getting married! But later—William had to have known later.

      Liam was right; William had felt a responsibility towards her, but that was because of his own guilt at protecting Simon for all those years, not because of anything she had said or done. But the coldly contemptuous look on Liam’s face told her that he wasn’t about to believe any explanation she gave him. And the truth was still too painful for her to talk about.

      ‘I’m moving out of this house, Juliet,’ Liam told her harshly. ‘As of now! I should never have come back here in the first place.’ He shook his head selfdisgustedly as he looked around him. ‘It’s a house full of lies and destruction. And the sooner I’m away from it again, the better I’ll feel!’ He strode purposefully over to the door.

      Juliet just looked at him, still too stunned by everything he had said to try to defend herself. But he was right about this house; it was full of lies and destruction, and she no longer wanted to be here either!

      ‘Liam—’

      ‘Not now, Juliet,’ he snapped coldly, swinging the door open. ‘I need to get away from herefrom you!—so that I can start to think straight once again!’ He slammed the door forcefully behind him, the room reverberating with the sound.

      Juliet was too shocked to move, too numb to cry. Oh, William, what did you do? she silently cried inside herself.

      She was very pale when she entered her office the next morning. She hadn’t spent the night sleeping; she had been thinking about what she intended doing with the rest of her life. Because she didn’t intend staying on at Carlyle House, or Carlyle Properties. She had loved William as a father, had felt grateful to him for what he had done for her, had felt a responsibility towards the company because of the care he had shown towards her. But all that had changed last night with Liam’s revelations.

      William had known exactly what Simon was capable of and had chosen to protect him. And in the end they had both paid a price for that protection.

      She owed William nothing. In her, she had decided during the dark hours of the night, William had seen a way for his son to settle down to respectability, hoping, she was sure, that marriage would calm and tame his son in a way he had never been able to do. But, even at the end, Simon had proved that had not happened; his death had been as violent as it had been unnecessary.

      Her love for Liam, she had also decided, was futile, absolutely futile, and perhaps it was the price she would have to pay for her own silence where Simon was concerned.

      And so now, with her last ties with the Carlyle family broken, was the time for her to leave. Oh, she didn’t intend just disappearing; she had legalities to sort out before she left, concerning both the house and the business. But once she had dealt with those…

      Where she would go she had no idea. Just as far away from here—and Liam!—as she could possibly be!

      God, no wonder Liam was so contemptuous of both his father and Simon. And her…

      It was that contempt from Liam which she couldn’t cope with. There had been so much pain, but his contempt towards her was unbearable.

      ‘So nice of you to turn up!’

      Juliet turned guiltily at the harsh sound of his voice. She had just been about to enter her office when the door opposite hers had opened. Just her luck that it was Liam.

      She knew she was late, by almost an hour, but she just hadn’t felt motivated to arrive here at all this morning. The business she had been trying so hard to save had been built on lies. On a man’s death. She could guess, from Liam’s accusations last night, exactly what had happened ten years ago; Simon had been in charge of the Walters project, had cut corners, and used inferior materials so that the remainder of the budget might go into his own pocket. And a man had died because of it.

      Simon had had no need to do anything so potentially dangerous, because William had always given him everything he had ever asked for, which made his crime doubly horrifying. No wonder Liam had found it impossible to stay, either with his family or the company.

      As she did now.

      ‘A late night doesn’t entitle you to work part time,’ he derided harshly, looking down his arrogant nose at her. ‘Neither does being a halfowner,’ he added insultingly.

      ‘I—’

      ‘Although from the look of you perhaps you shouldn’t be here at all!’ He looked her up and down scathingly, his contemptuous gaze finally resting on the paleness of her face. ‘What’s the matter, Juliet?’ he taunted hardly. ‘Did the truth hurt?’

      Her eyes filled with tears. What Liam had told her last night hadn’t just hurt her, it had deeply shocked and disgusted her, and had seriously altered how she felt towards William. And as for Simon…

      ‘Oh, for God’s sake!’ he rasped impatiently at the sight of those unshed tears. ‘Why do you always make me feel like a heel?’ he said disgustedly. ‘I got out of this family once, Juliet; you were the one to bring me back! How did you expect me to feel towards William and Simon?’ he added exasperatedly. ‘Just because they’re both dead, they aren’t suddenly going to become nice people in my eyes; I knew them for what they were, and I wanted no part of them!’

      Neither did she, now that she knew what William had done. It had been his own guilty conscience that had made him be so nice to

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