by Jennie Lucas
“I haven’t come to see my brother.” Kasimir gave her a cold smile. “I came for you.”
“Me?” she breathed.
“It’s about...your sister.”
“Josie?” An icy chill went down her spine. “What about her?”
He came closer, invading her personal space. She instinctively backed away. He straightened, and his eyes glittered. “I’ve married her.”
“What?” Bree gasped.
He gave her a cold, ruthless smile. “Your little sister has become my dear, dear wife.”
“I don’t believe you!”
For answer, he pulled something from his pocket and held it out to her on his palm. Josie’s cell phone. Bree snatched it up. There could be no doubt. She saw the colorful rhinestones that her sister had glued to the back in the shape of a rainbow.
“I asked her to marry me some time ago,” Kasimir said, “and she refused. Until you disappeared. Then she came back. She offered to do anything, anything, if I would only save you from my evil brother. Marriage was my price.”
“But why would you want to marry her?” Then suddenly Bree knew, and her heart dropped to the floor. “The trust,” she said dully. “You want her land.”
“It’s not hers,” he said tightly. “It’s been in my family for a hundred years. It never should have been sold. We’ve fought for it, died for it—” Catching himself, he relaxed his clenched hands. “So. The land will be mine in three days, when the banks reopen. After that, I can either divorce her quickly with a nice settlement, or...”
“Or?”
His eyes met hers coldly. “Or I can seduce her, make her fall in love with me and destroy her pitiful little heart. I can force her to be my wife forever, and you will never see her again. It is your choice.”
Bree flinched, even as her heart pounded with fear. “How do I know this isn’t all some lie? It might just be some sick joke, some game in the battle between you and your brother—”
Taking the cell phone away from her, he dialed a number, then pressed the phone back against Bree’s ear. She heard her little sister’s voice.
“Hello?”
Bree gripped the phone. “Josie,” she gasped. “Where are you?”
“I’m so sorry, Bree,” her sister whispered. “The poker game was all my fault. I was trying to save you. That’s why I married him....”
“But where are you?” Bree cried.
Kasimir yanked the phone away. As he disconnected the call, Bree went for him, her hands outstretched. He pushed her away easily, tucking the phone in his tuxedo jacket pocket.
“Tell me where she is,” she cried. “Or—or I’ll kill you!”
“You’re scaring me,” he drawled.
“Then...” Bree had already threatened to kill him. What could be more frightening than that? She lifted her chin furiously. “I’ll tell Vladimir!”
Kasimir’s expression was cold. “Go. Tell him.”
She was flabbergasted at his casual tone. “But he will destroy you!”
“He’s tried to destroy me for years,” he said scornfully, “and I only grow stronger.” He moved closer. “And you are wrong, Miss Dalton,” he said softly, “if you think his desire for you will make him sacrifice anything for you or your family. He cares for you because you please him in bed, and he values that pleasure. But given the choice between helping you or himself, he will not hesitate.”
Was Kasimir right? She licked her lips, barely hearing the music from the nearby ballroom. With a deep breath, she lifted her hand to her necklace. She felt its rough weight around her throat.
“Vladimir cares for me,” she whispered.
“Because he gave you my great-grandmother’s necklace?” His brother lifted a dark eyebrow. “He sold that once, you know. And he will sell you, if it ever gives him any advantage.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Try him and see,” Kasimir suggested silkily. “Go to him. Explain how Josie agreed to marry me and give me every acre of the land. He will say her predicament is her own fault, for being foolish enough to seek me as her ally. Vladimir is not a man who excuses mistakes. He punishes them.” His brother narrowed his eyes. “He will not lift a finger to save her.”
Bree trembled in her blue silk ball gown. Was it true?
Vladimir had cut Kasimir out of his life completely, cheating him out of hundreds of millions of dollars, just because of a few angry, drunken words to a reporter. He’d forced Bree to live as his mistress even when she’d begged him for her freedom—all because of a one-card wager. “You made the bet,” he’d said. “Now you will honor it.” Thinking of how he’d just abandoned her on the dance floor when she’d told him something he apparently didn’t want to hear—that she loved him—Bree’s heart lifted to her throat.
Would he treat Josie any more mercifully?
“She will never grow up,” she remembered his hard voice saying. “She will always be helpless and weak, unless you allow her to face the consequences of her own actions.”
“What do you want me to do?” she whispered.
Kasimir’s eyes glittered. “You will help take back what should have been mine.” Pulling an envelope from his pocket, he handed it to her. “Make him sign this.”
“What is it?”
“A deed that transfers control of his company to me.”
Bree stared down at the paper. “I hereby renounce all shares in Xendzov Mining OAO,” it read, “giving them freely and in perpetuity to my brother....”
She looked up, openmouthed. “He will never sign it.”
“You are a clever girl, with a flair for trickery and deceit.” Kasimir tilted his head. “For your sister’s sake, you will make him sign. Even if it causes you a small twinge of grief.” He walked slowly around her. “Your lies caused me a great deal of grief ten years ago. I am glad to finally see you and my brother suffer—together. I could not have it planned better.”
Bree’s heart gave a sickening thud.
“It was you,” she breathed. “You’re the one who arranged for us to be taken to Hawaii. You’re the one who bribed Greg Hudson to hire us.”
Kasimir smiled. “My brother was stuck there, bored out of his mind, attending the same poker game each week. I knew he had a weakness for you. I hoped seeing you would cause him pain.” Kasimir snorted. “Instead, you created an opportunity for justice I never could have imagined. You insinuated yourself into his life. Like a disease.”
“Even if his signature is obtained through trickery,” she said desperately, “it will never stand up in court.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about, do you?” he said coolly. “Bring the signed document to my house in Marrakech within three days.”
“And if I fail?”
He looked straight into her eyes, like an enemy looking over the barrel of a gun. “Then you’ll never see your sister again. She’ll disappear into the Sahara. And be mine. Forever.”
Bree shook her head with a weak laugh. “You’re joking.”
“I am a madman. Ask my brother. He knows.” Kasimir looked at her blue silk ball gown. “Your sister was frantic about you. She came to me, begging for help. She was willing to do anything to save you, even sacrifice her own soul.” His lips twisted into a sneer. “And for the last two hours I’ve watched you, drinking champagne, dancing in his arms, giggling like a whore.” She flinched as he growled, “So much for Josie’s sacrifice.”
Bree sucked in her breath, lifting her gaze. “You like her, don’t you?” she said slowly. “I can see it in your eyes. I can hear it in your voice. You don’t want to hurt her.”
Kasimir glared at her, gritting his teeth. “What I want is revenge. And I will have it.” Turning away, he said over his shoulder coldly, “You have three days.”
C
HAPTER NINE
WITH a low curse, Vladimir shoved the short fat man out of the palace, into the dark, deserted garden.
“What the hell are you doing in St. Petersburg?” he demanded.
“I’m allowed to visit here, if I want. You don’t own this city, Xendzov,” Greg Hudson brayed in response, shivering in his badly fitting tuxedo. “It doesn’t belong to you!”
“Wrong,” Vladimir replied coldly, shoving him again. Moments before, in the middle of Bree’s innocent, tearful declaration, he’d seen Greg Hudson skulking near the buffet table. Vladimir had been overwhelmed by Bree’s three simple words. He hadn’t known how to react to them.
Seeing Greg Hudson, he’d known exactly what to do.
Fury had filled him at the sight of the man who’d insulted her, offering money to be on her list. He’d dragged him out of the ballroom, wanting to knock him to the ground and kick him repeatedly in his soft belly until he learned to respect women. Especially Vladimir’s woman. “You will leave this city and never come back.”
Hudson quivered like a rabbit. “Think you’re something big, do you, Mr. Hoity-Toity Prince? You have no idea how you’ve been played!”
Ignoring him, Vladimir lifted his fist. “Were you following her?”
The man flinched. “No! I swear! I just happened to be in town—” he looked up slyly “—to see your brother. The other prince.”
Vladimir slowly lowered his fist. “You know Kasimir?”
“He owes me money.”
“For what?”
The man looked smug.
Grabbing him with one hand, Vladimir lifted his other fist and thundered, “For what?”
“He offered me a lot of money to hire those Dalton girls. And a bonus if I could arrange for you to meet the older one. By accident.”
Vladimir’s body turned hot, then cold. His hand tightened on the man’s lapel.
“If you ever disrespect Miss Dalton again,” he said evenly, “if you so much as mention her name or look at her picture in the newspaper, you will regret it for the rest of your short life.” He gave him a hard stare. “Do we understand each other?”
“Y-yes,” the man stammered. “I never meant any harm.”
Vladimir let him go, and Hudson fell back into the snow. Leaping up again with a gasp, he fled into the night, slipping on ice in his haste, leaping over a snowdrift as he called wildly for his driver.
Relaxing his clenched fists, Vladimir exhaled.
Slowly, he turned back toward the palace. But he felt numb, as frozen as if he’d fallen asleep in the white snow. He looked out at the fields in the moonlight. So soft. So beautiful. So mysterious.
So treacherous.
Breanna’s beautiful face appeared in his mind. Was it possible...could it be that meeting her had been more than a coincidence? That it had been a plan cooked up by Bree and Kasimir, to finally get their revenge for his treatment of them ten years ago?
Was he a gullible fool falling for the same woman’s lies—twice?
If Kasimir hired Hudson, Vladimir told himself harshly, Bree didn’t know.
Or did she? Against his will, a gray shadow of suspicion filled his soul.
As he entered the ballroom and walked through the crowds, his feet dragged. He had no idea what to do. What to say to her.
“I love you,” Bree had said. His heart beat with the rhythm of her words. “And what I need to know is, can you ever love me?”
How could she love him? Bree was too smart for that. He’d warned her that he would never love her. Told her it was impossible. He wanted to make her happy, yes. He’d bought her clothes, spent time with her, gotten rid of the men who’d threatened her and Josie. But what had that cost him, really? Nothing.
No matter what she seemed to think, there was no shred of goodness in Vladimir’s soul. He would never risk or sacrifice anything that truly mattered.
All he had to offer was sex and money—and though Bree seemed to very much enjoy the sex, she didn’t care about money. So what could she possibly see to love in his black soul?
He’d kept her against her will. Stolen her freedom for his own selfish pleasure. She should hate him. Instead, she’d offered him everything. Not just her body, but her soul. Her warmth, her tenderness and adoration, her honest heart.
If it really was honest.
No. He wouldn’t think that. It was Kasimir who’d arranged their meeting, not Bree. But why? What could possibly be his goal?
Vladimir pushed through the crowd, his pulse throbbing in his throat. He had to find Breanna. He hungered to feel her in his arms, to know she was real. To look into her eyes and see that she wasn’t—couldn’t be—allied with his brother against him. Vladimir needed her. That was as good as love, wasn’t it?
She deserves a man who can love her back with a whole, trusting heart. The thought whispered unbidden in his mind. Not the careless, shallow affection you can give her, the shadowy half love of a scarred, selfish soul.
She’s mine, he told the voice angrily.
So you’ll keep her as your prisoner forever, taking her body every night without ever returning her love? Until you see the adoration in her eyes fade to anger, then bewildered hurt, and finally dull, numb despair?
Vladimir closed his eyes. He couldn’t let that happen. Not to Breanna. He couldn’t feed on her youth and energy, like a vampire draining love and life from her body.
If he couldn’t love her, he had to let her go.
But damn it. How could he?
He sucked in his breath when he saw her across the ballroom, like a modern-day Grace Kelly, willowy, blonde, impossibly beautiful in her strapless, pale blue ball gown. But her shoulders drooped. She stood alone by the dance floor. Shame shot through him. He could only imagine what she was thinking, after the way he’d left her.
Grabbing two flutes of champagne, he came up behind her, then touched her on the shoulder. “Breanna...”
She jumped, turning to face him. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks pale. “Oh. It’s you.”
“Who were you expecting?”
She tried to smile, but her expression looked all wrong. “A handsome prince.”
He wondered if she’d seen that little weasel Greg Hudson, in spite of his effort to get the man out of the ballroom quickly. “Did someone...bother you?”
“Bother me?” She tossed her head with forced bravado. “You know I can take care of myself.”
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said quietly.
She took a deep breath, then lifted stricken eyes to his. “You just...ran away so fast from me on the dance floor, I thought you’d be halfway to Berlin by now.”
Ah. He suddenly knew why she was upset. “Um. Right.” The collar of his shirt felt tight. “Sorry I left like that. I was...thirsty.” That sounded ridiculous. He pushed a champagne flute into her hand. “I got you something to drink.”
Vladimir waited for her forehead to crease in disbelief, for her to demand why he’d really run off the instant she’d told him she loved him. For her to challenge and goad him into telling her the truth.
But she didn’t. Her fingers closed around the stem of the crystal flute, but her thoughts seemed a million miles away.
“Hey.” He touched her cheek lightly, and she lifted startled eyes. “Are you angry with me?”
Her lips parted, then she shook her head.
“No,” she whispered. “Why would I be?”
Putting the flute to her lips, she tilted back her head and gulped down the expensive champagne like water.
For a long, awkward moment, Vladimir just stood there, pretending nothing was wrong. They didn’t speak or touch or even look at each other as, all around them, people drunkenly, joyously celebrated the New Year. Finally, Vladimir could bear it no longer.
> “I don’t blame you for being angry.” Taking the empty glass from her hand, he deposited it on the tray of a passing waiter, along with his own untouched champagne. He took her hand in his. “But Bree,” he said slowly. “You have to know how I feel....”
With a sudden intake of breath, she looked up, her hazel eyes luminous. “It’s my sister. She needs my help.”
Her sister? He’d been raking himself over the coals, hating himself for hurting her, and all this time she’d been thinking about that hapless sister of hers?
He exhaled. “You need to stop worrying about her. My men will soon track her down. In the meantime, she’s a full-grown woman. Treating her like a child, following her around to fix her slightest problem, you’ll make her believe she’s useless and incompetent. And she will be.”
“But what if, this time, she really needs my help?” Bree’s beautiful face grew paler. She searched his gaze with an intensity he didn’t understand. “What if she’s done something—something that might destroy her life forever—and I’m the only one who can save her?”
Irritated, he set his jaw. “Like you saved her from the hundred thousand dollars she lost at the poker game? When you risked yourself, offering your body to strangers, to save her from the consequences of her actions?”
Her voice was very small. “Yes.”
Narrowing his eyes, Vladimir shook his head. “If she didn’t learn from that, she never will.”
“But—”
“There is no but,” he said harshly. “She is twenty-two years old. She must learn to make her own choices, and live with them.”
Bree’s shoulders were rigid. She fell silent, turning away as she wiped her eyes. On the dance floor, people were still swaying to the music, toasting the New Year with champagne and kisses. But somehow, he wasn’t quite sure how, the mood between him and Bree had utterly changed. And not for the better.
“I’m sorry,” she said in a low voice, not looking at him. “I can’t just abandon the people I love the instant they make a mistake. I’m not you,” she said tightly.