Emmie looked down at the sleeping infant in her arms, Isabella, and silently promised Isabella’s and the twins’ late mother and father she would love and protect these precious children with all her heart for the rest of her days.
The children’s biological parents had been tragically killed in a car crash and, with no immediate family, Matteo, as the twins’ godfather, had stepped forward and been awarded full guardianship. The children had adjusted well to the new living arrangements, being so young, and Emmie was so grateful that, out of such an unspeakable tragedy, she and Matteo were able to provide a loving home for the children.
Matteo came over to Emmie and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. His gaze was loving and tender, and her heart swelled with love. ‘You have the magic touch with Isabella.’
Emmie laid her hand on top of his and gave him a wistful smile. ‘It seems wrong to be so happy when the children will never know their real parents.’
‘I know.’ He pressed a kiss to her forehead. ‘Life is a journey between happy and sad moments, but we will make sure our little family has more happy than sad ones.’ He stroked a gentle finger over the sleeping baby’s petal-soft cheek, then glanced back at Emmie. ‘There is no greater gift than promising to love and cherish someone else’s children as your own. And these little bambinos are very lucky indeed to have you as their mama. And I am the happiest man in the world to be your husband.’
Emmie smiled. ‘That’s what my father keeps saying to Mum now they have remarried. I still can’t believe it, you know. How two people who were at war for so long finally put their differences aside and reclaimed what they’d lost. And Natalie too...’ She gripped his hand in gratitude. ‘We all have you to thank for her recovery. That private clinic you paid for made all the difference. I have never seen her so healthy or so happy.’
Matteo leaned down to brush her lips with his. ‘I would do anything for you, tesoro mia. You are my heart, my home, my future, my perfect match. My for ever love.’
For ever love sounded just perfect.
And it was.
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The Billion-Dollar Bride Hunt
Copyright © 2021 by Melanie Milburne
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“I’d like to take you up on the offer of dinner.”
“I see,” Rico said.
“If the invitation still stands, that is.”
He ought to tell her it didn’t. He’d intended to wipe today from his head—every single second of it—and pursuing Carla, with her connection to the brother he wanted nothing to do with, would not be conducive to a return to his former shackle-free, nihilistic life.
But he didn’t like rejection. He didn’t like failure. He wasn’t used to either. And the fact remained, he did still want her.
“It still stands,” he said, anticipation at the thought of seeing her again and everything that might entail now thrumming through him and setting his nerve endings on fire.
“Excellent.”
“Why the change of heart?”
“I’ll tell you when I see you.”
“I can hardly wait.”
“Where should I meet you?”
“La Piccola Osteria.”
“Hmm. I don’t think I know it,” she said, and he could hear her frown in her tone. “What’s the address?”
“Calle dell’Olio. Venice.”
There was a stunned silence, and then a breathy “Venice?”
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Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
‘SAY CHEESE!’
Somewhat inexpertly holding her brand-new godson, Carla Blake looked at the camera and concentrated on not dropping the eleven-month-old that belonged to her best friend, Georgie, and Georgie’s husband, Finn. They’d only been posing for a couple of minutes, yet already her arms ached in an effort to contain the squirming child. The strain of maintaining her smile was taking its toll on her facial muscles and her head throbbed.
Not that she wasn’t happy for Georgie and Finn, or indeed to be here. She couldn’t be happier. She was delighted to have been asked to be Josh’s godmother, and, with everything that her best friend had been through recently, Georgie deserved every one of the bright grins wreathing her face. Finn was divine—gorgeous, supportive, utterly in love with his wife—and as for their son, who was the spitting image of his father, dark of hair, blue of eye and rosy of cheek, well, he was simply adorable.
Nor was she jealous. As picture perfect as today’s christening had been so far, Carla did not want what Georgie had. She couldn’t think of anything worse than swapping the bright lights and high-octane buzz of the city for a sprawling pile in the middle of nowhere, however beautiful.
In no conceivable way would a baby fit with her career, and she certainly didn’t want a husband or partner. She didn’t even want a boyfriend. Casual flings? Absolutely. Anything long term? Definitely not. She didn’t have the time, and her freedom and her independence were too important to her to ever compromise.
In fact, the mere thought of putting the welfare of her emotions into the hands of a man sent chills shooting up and down her spine. Besides, she wouldn’t know how to actually have a romantic relationship even if she did want one. Not a proper, healthy, adult one, at any rate.
No, the tension gripping her body and the pounding inside her skull were purely down to stress and exhaustion. Twenty-four hours ago she’d been in Hong Kong, massaging the ego and manipulating the mind of a truculent CEO who’d spent far too long point-blank refusing to accept that the only response to the massive data protection breach the company had just experienced was an apology to every single customer and a generous goodwill gesture to those directly affected.
Once he’d eventually seen sense and the way forward had finally been signed off, Carla had dashed to the airport, making her flight with minutes to spare. Having landed and cleared Customs early this morning, she’d swung by her flat to shower and change and had then driven the ninety minutes it took to reach the chocolate box Oxfordshire village Finn and Georgie had recently moved to.
She’d bust a gut to get here on time but she didn’t mind one little bit because she and Georgie were more than best friends. The moment they’d met on the commune where Georgie had been living, and to which Carla and her parents moved, they’d each recognised a kindred spirit in the other and from then on they’d shared everything. Together they’d navigated the challenges of adolescence and a parenting style that bordered on neglect. Through the bleakest of times they’d provided each other with badly needed support.
However, jet lag was catching up with her now and the adrenalin that had been keeping her going was flagging. Her usual party mojo had disappeared without trace. Conversation was proving an unfamiliar slog and the heat was stifling.
But it wouldn’t be long before she could go home and crash out. And once there, then she’d be able to worry about possible burnout and ponder the wisdom of requesting some leave. In the meantime she would simply pull herself together and carry on smiling because today was all about Georgie and her family, and nothing—least of all, she—was going to ruin it.
The photographer finally gave her the thumbs-up, and as he turned away to check the pictures he’d taken Carla set Josh on the grass. While he toddled off in the direction of the gazebo where lunch was being set up, she straightened and shook out her arms, and tried not to grimace when her muscles twinged.
‘My godson is as wriggly as an eel,’ she said to Georgie, who’d been standing a few metres away but now stepped forward.
‘He took his first solo steps a week ago,’ said Georgie with a fond smile while her gaze tracked her son’s progress. ‘Now he just wants to practise. All the time.’
Carla watched as Josh toppled like a ninepin then got up without a whimper and resumed his journey, her amusement turning to admiration. ‘His determination is impressive.’
‘He takes after his father.’
‘How is Finn?’
Georgie’s grin faded and a small frown creased her forehead. ‘Climbing the walls while trying to pretend everything’s fine.’
‘Still no news?’
Late last year Finn had learned he’d been adopted as a six-month-old, and had poured considerable resources into investigating his roots. Back in March he’d discovered that he’d been born in Argentina and was one of a set of triplets, but as far as Carla was aware that was all anyone knew.
Georgie sighed. ‘None.’
‘It must be so frustrating.’
‘It is. Finn says it doesn’t matter, that he’s let it go because he has us now, and I think he genuinely wants to believe that, but he isn’t as good at pretending as he thinks. It’s eating him up.’
And because it was eating Finn up, it was eating Georgie up too, Carla knew, and she hated knowing her best friend was hurting. If only she could somehow fix it. ‘What’s being done?’
‘The investigation agency is still trying to track down his brothers but the trail’s gone cold.’
‘Is there some way I can help? Some kind of PR campaign, maybe?’
‘I don’t think so,’ said Georgie with a shake of her head. ‘But thank you. And thank you for coming today. I know what an effort it must have been.’
‘There’s truly nowhere I’d rather be,’ said Carla, meaning it despite the stress of the last twenty-four hours. ‘It couldn’t be more perfect. Josh is a very lucky little boy. Besides, you know how much I love a good party.’
And this certainly was a good party, mojo or no mojo. Not a cloud blemished the great swathe of cobalt-blue sky. The honey-coloured stone of the house gleamed in the mid-June sunshine, the glass panes of the huge sash windows glinting with warm light. The vast expanse of lawn stretched out from the terrace like an emerald carpet, bordered by hedges that had been immaculately clipped, their edges and angles a sharp contrast to the softly swishing leaves of the towering trees behind. Champagne and sparkling fruit juice flowed, mopped up by exquisitely delicate canapés, and all-round chat and laughter resounded.
‘I’d better go and see to lunch,’ said Georgie in response to a signal from the caterer who’d emerged from beneath the gazebo. ‘Will you be all right?’
‘I’ll be fine,’ said Carla with a reassuring smile, very glad she didn’t want any of this for herself, for if she had she’d have been consumed with envy. ‘Go.’
As Georgie turned to leave, Carla scanned the throng, her gaze bobbing from one elegant guest to another, when it suddenly snagged on something in the distance.
A figure stood in the shadows beyond the hedge, leaning against a tree, his arms folded across his chest, his face obscured by the dappled shade. Something about the way he was standing and watching, sort of skulking, triggered Carla’s instinct for recognising trouble. Every sense she had switched to high alert and the tiny hairs at the back of her neck shot up.
‘Wait,’ she said, putting a hand on Georgie’s arm to stop her just as she was about to head off.
‘What?’
‘Is everyone who’s meant to be here, here?’
‘Yes.’
‘Are you expecting anyone else?’
‘No.’
‘Then who’s that?’
Georgie looked in the direction she indicated and frowned. ‘I have no idea. But I swear he wasn’t there a moment ago.’
‘Want me to go and check it out?’
‘Are you sure?’
/> ‘Of course.’ Rooting out potential problems and neutralising threats was what she did for a living, and a speedy assessment of the situation deemed any risk negligible.
‘Thank you,’ said Georgie with a grateful smile.
‘No problem.’
‘Yell if you need back-up.’
‘I will.’
* * *
He’d been spotted.
From his position beneath the wide-spreading branches of the tree he’d been leaning against for the last couple of minutes, Federico Rossi clocked the exact moment the blonde noticed him. One minute she’d been chatting animatedly to her friend, the next her sweeping gaze had landed on him and she’d frozen. Long glances in his direction from both women had followed, a quick exchange of words then a nod, and now she was striding towards him, her progress impressively unhindered by her sky-high heels.
Her long limbs were loose and her hips swayed as she crossed the lawn. The top half of her red sleeveless dress moulded to her shape, but from her waist to her knees the fine fabric flowed around her thighs and drew his attention to her legs. There was nothing particularly revealing about what she was wearing but her curves were spectacular and the fluid confidence with which she moved was mesmerising.
Rico wasn’t here in search of female company. He’d come solely to meet one Finn Calvert and to find out if his suspicions about who he was were correct, to ascertain the facts, and absolutely nothing else. Nevertheless, it was a relief to know that he could still appreciate an attractive woman when he saw one. Three months ago, in the immediate aftermath of the accident that had fractured his back, shattered his pelvis and broken his femur, it had been doubtful that he’d walk again, let alone regain his ability to respond quite so viscerally to a woman.
However, through sheer force of will, determination and the resilience with which he’d survived the streets of mainland Venice, which had eventually become his home following the sudden death of his parents when he was ten, he’d defied all medical expectations, and viscerally was how he was responding now.
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