The Italian Billionaire's New Year Bride

by Scarlet Wilson

  She swallowed and gulped, letting the plate rest down on her coat.

  He kept talking. “You’re beautiful and you’re talented. I’m so lucky that I met you. Every day I regret leaving you behind. I was so focused on my sister and my family that I didn’t realize my family reached further than my blood. I didn’t realize my heart had already decided that you were family too.”

  Her hand froze. “What do you mean?”

  He gave her a half-smile. “I mean, that this house, you, taught me to look ahead, to look to the future. The memories I have about this house are now about you, Phoebe. You even helped me remember some happy memories as a child here too. And you were right. Right about my sister and brother.”

  “How is your sister?”

  “Brianna’s good. She can’t wait to meet you. Jay—and I might be biased—is possibly the most beautiful baby on the entire planet. And Brianna’s well. Apart from being mad at me, and using a few choice words.” He paused for a second. “But she understands. She understands why I didn’t tell her. Not that she’s happy.” He shook his head and lowered it slightly. “She was particularly unhappy when she heard I’d left you in Rome when I got the news about her labor.”

  Phoebe pushed herself back in the chair. She was trying to take in what he was saying. But she’d been left in Rome feeling as if she’d misinterpreted everything. She couldn’t feel like that again. She wouldn’t feel like that again.

  She glanced down at the pie on the plate on her lap. It had been well and truly desecrated.

  Phoebe looked up into Matteo’s eyes. They seemed sincere, but all she could think about right now was the ache in her heart.

  “Why did you leave me in Rome, Matteo?”

  He opened his mouth. The easiest thing for him to say was to repeat that it was all for Brianna.

  “I was afraid.”

  She blinked. “You were afraid?”

  He nodded. “I told myself I was protecting you—leaving you like that.”

  She gulped. “Well, it certainly didn’t feel like that.”

  “I know. I thought I could never be enough for you. You’re so open and honest, Phoebe. You’re so full of life. You grab life. You want it. And you love with your whole heart.”

  She nodded and bit her lip. “And what about you, Matteo?” She understood more than he’d already said.

  He shook his head. “I didn’t think I could do that. I’ve never done it before. I’ve never been able to.”

  “Why?” She pushed him. She knew she had to.

  He lifted his eyes to meet hers. “Because I don’t want to open myself up. I don’t want to open myself to the same kind of hurt I felt before.”

  Pain was written all over his face. Her fingers ached to reach out and touch him. But Matteo wasn’t quite ready for that. She needed everything. She needed to know that he could love her just as much as she loved him.

  “When your mother died? But you already have. Don’t you see that? You opened yourself when you told me about your mother. You did it again when you told your brother and sister.”

  He nodded slowly. But her insides twisted. She needed more. He was almost there. But he had to get there on his own. She couldn’t do it for him.

  She set the plate down on the table with a bang. “What do you want, Matteo? Why am I here?”

  “You’re here so I can say sorry.” The words came out quickly—almost automatically.

  She blinked. “Well, you’ve said it. I’ve heard it.”

  He tried to reach for her hands again but she brushed him off. “Please, Phoebe...”

  “Please, Phoebe, what? What is this? What do you want me to say? I’m glad your sister is well, Matteo. I’m glad she has a healthy baby. I know you sold the house in Rome, great. And, as for why you don’t want to sell this place?” The anger was starting to dissipate from her voice. She looked around the room. “That’s entirely up to you. Maybe this place just needed a face lift.” She shook her head, “Maybe you just needed to open the shutters.” She couldn’t help the metaphor.

  Matteo shook his head. “What I needed, Phoebe, was you.”

  She stood up and walked over to the glass doors looking out over Mecox Bay. Matteo was right behind her and he gently laid his hand on her shoulder. “And maybe, what you needed was me.”

  She spun around to face him, tears brimming in her eyes. She pressed her hands up against her heart. “How can you say that? How can you? You were the first person I kissed since Jason died. The first person I actually felt something for. I didn’t expect it. I wasn’t looking for it. But it just happened. And I thought you were right there alongside me. But I was imagining it. I made a fool of myself. And now this? You ask me here?” Her voice was getting louder and louder. “Is this just to remind me about the time we spent here? Is this just to rub my face in it? Because you’ve still not told me why I’m here. You’ve still not told me what you want.”

  Matteo reached up and touched her cheek. “Because what I want is you, Phoebe. I want you to give me a chance. I’m sorry, for leaving you behind. I’m sorry for not being there on the flight with you. I want to make this work. Ever since I’ve met you, I’ve felt differently. You’re like no one I’ve ever met before. You see the good in people. You walk into a room and just bring the light with you.” He was smiling at her again. “I love being around you, Phoebe. I’ve always been a workaholic and I’m not like that with you. When I’m around you, all I can think about is you.” He pressed his hand against his heart. “I love you, Phoebe. I’ll say it. I’ll say it out loud for the world to hear. I don’t care I’ve only known you for a couple of months. Every day for the last month, all I’ve thought about is you. Every day I’ve wanted to speak to you—to message you.”

  “Then why didn’t you?”

  He met her gaze with his bright green eyes. “Because I hadn’t done what I should have. You challenged me before I left Rome. You told me I had to be honest with my sister and brother. I couldn’t make excuses anymore for not telling them the truth. It didn’t feel right, to come back and ask you to be part of my life when I hadn’t taken the journey you’d challenged me to take. You’d faced your fears, Phoebe.” His voice dropped. “I hadn’t.”

  She sucked in a deep breath. “You thought I wouldn’t want to be with you until you’d told your family?”

  He closed his eyes for a second. “I thought I probably didn’t deserve you if I hadn’t. I was still so worried. I was watching Brianna the whole time. What if she had become ill? How fair would it be to ask you to be part of a family that could potentially be dealing with health problems for a long time?”

  She tilted her head to one side. “And how fair would it be to ask you to be part of my life when my mother has just finished her cancer treatment? It could come back, then I’ll spend all my time taking her for treatments and worrying about taking care of her. Do you see how ridiculous that sounds, Matteo? Family is family. What if you’re ill? What if I’m ill? None of this should matter. The only thing that should matter is how two people feel about each other.”

  He nodded. “You’re right. You’re always right, Phoebe. It seems that even when I plan to tell a woman how much I love her I get that wrong too.”

  She was frozen to the spot. She wasn’t sure how to respond. Her heart was swelling in her chest. Partly because of his response, and partly because she was still cautious.

  Matteo stepped in front of her. “I did plan something else.” He held out his hand toward her. “Will you come with me?”

  As she lifted her hand toward his, he paused. “Wait a minute—do you want to slip off your coat?”

  She glanced down. She was a little embarrassed to admit she was wearing the yellow dress underneath—the one he’d caught her dancing in. But she tilted her chin toward him as she undid the buttons on her bright green raincoat and handed it to him. Matteo le
ft her coat over one of the leather chairs then held out his hand toward her again. There was a flicker in his eyes and the corners of his mouth turned upward as his eyes took in her yellow dress.

  He led her down the corridor to the atrium with the curved staircase, pulling his phone from his pocket and pressing some buttons.

  There was a gleam in his eyes. “I added a little extra to the house in the last few days.”

  She frowned and looked around. She couldn’t see anything different. “What?”

  Gentle music filled the air around them. The music from Phoebe’s favorite musical. She couldn’t help but smile.

  “May I have this dance?” Matteo asked.

  “Do you know what you’re doing?” she asked.

  He raised his eyebrows. “Around you? Apparently not. But I’m willing to spend a lifetime finding out.”

  She was holding her breath as she slid her hand into his. “I believe you need to start on the stairs,” he said as he led her up the curved staircase, then stood a little underneath her.

  It was silly. It was ridiculous. But it was exactly what she’d dreamed of. Matteo was just underneath her. He wasn’t in a suit—just a simple pair of dress trousers and white shirt.

  This time when he looked up at her there were no shadows in his eyes—only sincerity. His gaze was fixed entirely on her.

  Her heart was playing a pitter-patter kind of tune in her chest. It had taken three years to kiss someone again. It had taken three years for her to find the courage to step onto a plane again—and whether he believed it or not, Matteo had given her the boost to do that. But was she really ready to give her heart away again?

  The music was infectious. Her body started to sway in time to the tune, her feet soon following. Matteo was watching her the whole time. She moved up and down the staircase but as she reached the last few steps Matteo held out his arms to lift her down onto the main floor. One hand fitted snugly at her waist, the other held her hand tightly as he started to move around the room. Matteo could dance. He held her tightly to him as he swept her around the atrium. “How do you feel about doing this, every day, for the rest of your life?”

  Her footsteps slowed. “How can I trust you, Matteo? What do you have to give me?”

  He didn’t hesitate. “My heart. It’s yours. Forever. I hadn’t realized that I needed to learn to trust. To open the shutters. To put myself out there. So, I’m here now. My heart. From this point on, we’re family. You and me. For always.”

  Phoebe snaked her hands around his neck. “I might have some conditions.”

  He picked her up and swirled her around. “Name them.”

  She was smiling as her feet touched the ground again. “I might want you to dance me around every room in the house.”

  “Done.”

  “I might want the same amount of flowers in every room. I love them. The orange gerberas were particularly ingenious.” She raised her eyebrows. “You might have a good eye.”

  “Done. Anything else?”

  She stood on tiptoes and whispered in his ear. “We might need to reach a more formal agreement.”

  For a second, his brow furrowed. “How?”

  This time it was her turn for there to be a twinkle in her eye. “It might involve a certain book, in my favorite room in the house.”

  Matteo gave her a wide smile as he slipped her hand into his and led her down the corridor. “I’m not quite sure what you mean,” he said as he winked at her. “I think you’ll have to show me...”

  Epilogue

  New Year’s Eve

  THERE WERE A million little butterflies currently beating their wings in her stomach. Phoebe’s mother smoothed down her veil. “You look beautiful, darling. I’ve never felt so proud.” Phoebe’s heart swelled in her chest as she bent forward and kissed her mother on the cheek.

  “Neither have I. Love you, Mom. I’m so glad we’re doing this together.”

  There was a sweep of royal blue satin as Brianna appeared at the entrance of the door with three champagne glasses on a tray. “A toast,” she declared. “To my new sister-in-law, and my son’s honorary nanna.” Phoebe’s hands were shaking as she took a tiny sip.

  “I’m too nervous. I can’t drink.”

  Brianna and her mother laughed as her mother handed over her bouquet of yellow roses and green leaves. “Then, let’s not keep the groom waiting.”

  Phoebe sucked in a deep breath and placed her hand on the smooth satin of her bodice. Brianna nodded and picked up her own bouquet. “Maid of honor first.” She smiled as she disappeared out the door.

  Phoebe’s mother crooked her elbow. “Come on, then. Let me make Matteo Bianchi the happiest man on the planet.”

  Phoebe slid her arm into her mother’s and walked down the long corridor of the Hampton house. The whole house was buzzing with excitement; it was filled with their family and friends—just the way it should be. It seemed as if half of Italy were here to celebrate their wedding.

  This was the way the house had always felt for Phoebe, as if it should be full of people, full of life, and finally Matteo had agreed.

  She reached the top of the curved staircase and paused for a second. The whole wedding party was gathered in the huge hall, underneath the glass atrium. Outside the night sky was black, but just as she reached the top of the stairs fireworks started going off outside, sending streaks of pink, blue and red across the sky.

  Matteo was waiting. His eyes only on her.

  The dark suit with yellow tie to match her roses showed off his sallow skin and dark green eyes. His hair was flopping around his forehead—just the way she loved it—and, as she and her mother walked down the last few steps, his hand was waiting for hers.

  “You look stunning,” he whispered.

  “You’re not too bad yourself.”

  When he’d proposed a few months ago and asked her where she wanted to marry she didn’t have a single doubt. It had to be here. It had to be in the family home. And it had to be on New Year’s Eve, when they’d shared their first kiss.

  The library was too small to fit all their guests, so the ceremony was taking place in the sitting room overlooking the gardens and Mecox Bay.

  As they walked through to where the celebrant was waiting, the glass doors were open to the garden and the white marquee outside fluttered in the wind.

  Vittore stood proudly as his brother’s best man, and Brianna served as her maid of honor as almost one-year-old Jay slept in his cradle in the corner of the room.

  Phoebe turned to face Matteo. The celebrant looked at them as he checked his watch. “Are we ready to begin?”

  More fireworks lit up the dark night sky outside as Phoebe slid her hands into Matteo’s. And instead of sticking with tradition, they recited their vows together.

  “To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.”

  And Mrs. Bianchi kissed her new husband as the ball dropped in Times Square and the world welcomed in the New Year.

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  The Prince’s Fake Fiancée

  by Leah Ashton

  Chapter One

  JASMINE GALLAGHER SAT in the back seat of a sleek, dark sedan, silently observing the passing countryside behind windows tinted almost black.

  The road hugged the very edge of the island of Vela Ada, almost touching the perfect blue of the Adriatic Sea. It was late afternoon, and the ocean glittered beneath the glorious summer sun, the azure surface interrupted only by the occasional tall-masted boat with sails in blinding white.

  Jasmine’s car was the third of three identical vehicles. Leading the small convoy were two of Jas’s team: Scott—who was ex–Special Forces—and Heather—who, like Jas, was ex-Australian National Police. Next in line was what was called the ‘principal’s’ car—the person that Gallagher Personal Protection Services had been tasked with protecting. In Jas’s career she had provided close personal protection services—what most people outside the industry would call a ‘bodyguard’—to a wide range of people: prime ministers, ambassadors, religious leaders, CEOs, celebrities—but this job was a first for her, and a first for her company.