by King, Ann
Gustav looked over to Andre whose back was turned on him and then he faced Hannah.
“Hannah, you remember I told you about your paternal grandfather?”
“Yes.”
“Well, his maid or help Sherry Elroy James as you know was the one who had disguised herself as your long lost husband and paid a great sum to detectives to track you down under the false pretence that she was trying to find you to come back home.”
“And?”
“Well, she’s had accomplices to assist her. The one that had poisoned the champagne that…we were supposed to drink on our honeymoon.”
“What?”
“Yes. The bottle as Andre had informed you before was tampered with. Now we were able to track down who hand delivered the bottle.”
“Who was it?”
“The person is waiting for me in New York.”
“What? Why? Gustav what the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m one of their sources.”
“What? You…you want to kill me?”
Gustav grinned and shook his head. “No, Hannah. I would never do anything to hurt you. Ever.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
“You know I am a man of many disguises, right?”
“Oh, I get it…”
“Yes. You see this person who works for Sherry Elroy James has never met me but has hired me to help with…her plans for you. She’s only spoken to me on the phone. For all she knows, I’m some French guy.”
Hannah almost giggled. If it weren’t so damn serious it would have been hilarious. This idiot person who was trying to kill her was talking with the man of many accents and disguises and didn’t even know it.
“Well, when do we leave?”
“You won’t be going anywhere,” Andre said as he turned around to face Hannah now.
“But you don’t expect me to stay here…in Canada!”
“Yes, I do.”
“Andre!”
“Hannah. No!”
Hannah felt heat rush to her cheeks, she felt acid rise in her throat. This was all too much for her. “Andre, I’m not a kid. I’m a woman and I am going to New York with the both of you. I want to see who this creep is. I don’t necessarily want to speak to him or her. I just want to be there.”
“Fine,” Andre finally gave in. “Have it your way, Hannah. But I’m warning you. Let us deal with the takedown.”
“The takedown?”
“We’re going to entrap the person and let the authorities take over. But first we need to get everything on tape.”
“I see.”
“Are you sure you want to go with us, Hannah?” Andre asked one more time as he leaned closer into Hannah. She caught the sweet scent of his manly fresh cologne and felt the warmth of his breath on hers. She hugged him and squeezed him tight.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I just want to be with you.”
Gustav left the room immediately before Hannah could thank him and tell him that she was grateful for all he had done and was doing to protect her. But it was too late. God, she must have seemed like a real bitch to have hugged Andre like that in front of Gustav. She just hadn’t thought beforehand. What was wrong with her?
Chapter 7
Hours after they had landed back in New York, Hannah felt as if her world was about to change forever. She waited in the black tinted Bentley with Andre and Gustav. Neither said a word. Gustav’s phone beeped and he glanced at it then nodded to Andre.
“Let’s go,” Andre said. She saw that Andre had adjusted a holster in his left breast pocket.
Holy hell! Both men were armed. This was the closest she’d ever gotten to anyone with a firearm, not counting a cop of course.
Andre escorted Hannah out of the Bentley and they all made their way inside the luxury hotel. All the way up inside the glass elevator neither of them breathed a word. It was like a scene out of some James Bond movie anticipating the real action to take place very soon.
Gustav exited the elevator first followed by Hannah then Andre behind her closely guarding her. Gustav looked around before swiping his card key into suite 900.
“Now what?” Hannah said, breathless. The tension was unbearable. She could hardly breath without taking shallow breaths.
“Now, you do nothing but keep quiet, Hannah.” Gustav instructed.
“The person we’re expecting will be here soon to hand over payment for the job that they believe is done.”
“I see. You are to show her some sort of proof that I am no longer around and she will pay you?”
“That’s the plan,” Gustav spoke as he adjusted a device over his gun before placing it back in its holster. Hannah guessed it must be a silencer.
“Does this person have a name?”
“Brigitte,” Gustav said as she peered out at the window as if looking for something on the street below. Hannah noticed that he had one of those secret service ear pieces in his ear. Perhaps he was listening to instructions. Was this Brigitte person here now? Was she about to meet the woman who wanted her dead?
God, she wished she could call her best friend Lucy right now. Lucy probably wouldn’t believe all this crap going on. But then again, Lucy was probably hitting her books right now. Something Hannah should be doing.
“She’s here,” Gustav said as he moved from the window.
“Right. Hannah, I want you to go into the room and don’t come out until I say,” Andre’s deep voice was very controlled.
Hannah nodded and went into the bedroom of the grand suite and closed the door. She sat on the bed then got up and paced, too nervous to relax. So this was what a stakeout felt like? Now she knew for sure that she could never have a career in policing or detective work.
She tried taking deep breaths to calm her rattled nerves. This all seemed like a nightmare. Like a horrible dream. It was all so surreal.
She heard the door of the suite knock. It must be that Brigitte woman. Hannah cracked the door slightly of her bedroom suite to see if she could hear anything when the woman entered or peek at the suspect.
She heard shuffling going on and peeked through the crack in the door to see that Andre and Gustav went to hide behind another partition in the room while another man came out of nowhere. It was Angus. The huge guy she’d seen at Andre’s Toronto Penthouse. Gustav’s guy.
Angus opened the door and welcomed in Brigitte.
But Hannah’s jaw fell open. She felt the blood drain from her face when she saw Brigitte.
“Here is the money,” she said in a stern voice handing over the cash. “I want to see the proof that Hannah is dead.”
Hannah ran out of the room, overcome with shock. “Lucy!!!”
Chapter 8
Lucy spun her head around, her eyes were in shock. Everything happened so fast, before long a task force entered the room and surrounded Lucy, placing her in cuffs.
“Lucy?” Hannah’s eyes welled up in tears. “What? Why?”
Lucy bit down on her lip. Her face reddened. “Sorry, Hannah. It was not my idea. I really grew to like you over the past year. I did. But…it was you or me.” Before she could say more, Lucy was read her rights and carried away for questioning.
What the fuck!
Gustav walked over to Hannah and gave her shoulder a good squeeze. “Sorry, Hannah. We didn’t want you to find out this way.”
“W-what…?” Hannah was dazed as if she were struck by lightning and didn’t know if she were coming or going.
“You see, Sherry Elroy James is Lucy’s mother. They had plotted this together all along. Sherry sent Lucy here to track you down and pretend to be looking for a roommate once they found that you were in college. She’d gotten her foreign student visa and the plan seemed to be a good cover.”
Hannah didn’t hear the rest of what Gustav was saying, she’d just sat down dazed, her mind was a blur. Everything was a blur.
Later, Hannah found out that they had enough evidence against Lucy and her mother to press ch
arges on a variety of felony charges including a plot to murder. An investigation into the death of her biological father would later be reopened.
So this was what it all boiled down to? Money?
She didn’t know whether love of money or lack of money was the real root of evil.
Hannah didn’t care about the wealth back in Melipos though her mother deserved to have a life that she’d worked so hard for. Her grandfather was another matter. She just wasn’t ready to meet with him just yet, though she spoke briefly on the phone to him at Gustav’s request. Mr. Barrington owed her mother much more than just an apology.
Epilogue
Two years later…
“It gives me great pleasure to celebrate my grandson’s second birthday today,” Ms. Steeles, Hannah’s mother cried as a crowd of gatherers gathered at her country home outside of New York. “Two years ago the doctors gave me months to live and today I am here—alive and well. My daughter, God bless her, is happily married and has given me a precious gift. A grandchild.”
Everyone clapped in the crowd.
The sun shone bright and hot that day and the gentle breeze from the lake provided a comfortable temperature on the grounds of the estate.
Andre squeezed Hannah’s shoulders with one strong hand as he held little Andre Corskovi, junior in his other arm. Tears of joy streamed down Hannah’s face. It seemed like just yesterday she was trying to wed Gustav in a fake ceremony and have a child before it was too late. It also seemed like just yesterday, Andre and Hannah tied the knot on the island of Jamaica.
It was a warm, sunshine day, a cloudless deep blue sky. The gentle breeze from the lake whisked through Hannah’s dark hair. She was married. She was married to Andre Corskovi and she was a mommy. A proud mommy to a lovely little boy with deep brown rich eyes just like his daddy and dark mousy hair. He was all hers. A joy to raise and love. She couldn’t be more happy.
“Well, Andre Gustav Corskovi,” Hannah reached over to tickle her son, “Aren’t you going to blow out your candles, sweetie!”
“Yeah!” Andre, Junior shouted and clapped his hands together.
Gustav made his way over with his camera. “I need to get a good clean shot of my godson so, Andre, if you don’t mind…” Gustav teased as he motioned for Andre to move out of the picture.
Andre growled and narrowed his eyes. Gustav took a snap shot anyway. “Perfect,” Gustav said as he moved over to take a picture of Ms Steeles as she sat in her wheelchair with a nurse at her side.
Dane, Andre’s half brother walked up to the couple to take his nephew up to the front to cut the cake with his grandmother whom he shared a birthday with.
Once they were alone Andre then gave Hannah a passionate, soul deep kiss as if they were the only ones in the garden party. He sucked on her lips and slid his hot wet tongue inside her parted lips and brought shivers of delight through her body. A flash interrupted their kiss.
Gustav took a picture and tilted his head up. “Well, I guess my job here is done.” He cocked a brow and nodded to Andre.
“Thank you,” Hannah whispered to him. She went over and kissed his cheek. “Thanks for everything, Gustav. For being a good friend and everything.”
“No worries. Just as long as you folks are happy,” he said and turned away. An eye-candy blond with huge boobs clung to Gustav’s arm. Hannah shook her head and grinned. Gustav. Gustav. Gustav. All about the women.
Hannah then turned to Andre and whispered in his ears something dirty. He squeezed her waist and slid his hand down her bottom and gave it a good firm squeeze.
Oh, God!
Hannah was getting wet inside her panties again. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation of Andre filling her inside with his huge manhood. Delight took her when she saw his erection tenting in his pants which would mean that they were about to make a discreet getaway from the party and into the garden house. Sex with Andre was electrifying every single time. Even after, Andre Jr. was born, the erotic passion was mind-blowing. Andre had taught her all the fantastic sex positions from the Kama Sutra. In fact, every day was a different exotic adventure. She’d never known she could be pleasured in so many ways before. Just to think, she’d almost given up on Andre. Thankfully, he’d changed his feelings towards marriage and wanted to share the rest of his life with Hannah.
Finally, she married the man she was meant to be with. Forever and ever!
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Thank you for reading The Tycoon’s Virgin Bride – The Corskovi Saga. I hope you enjoyed the series as much as I enjoyed creating it. You may also enjoy other sizzling romances:
***Bonus Material***
HIS SUBMISSIVE (The Kincade Brothers, Part 1)
He needs a temporary wife…
The most sought after bachelor, Carlos Kincade is young, rich and devilishly handsome. He has everything he thought he could possibly want until his grandfather’s will stipulates he must be married by his 30th birthday to keep his inheritance. He’s suddenly in need of a wife who can fulfill his every hot desire.
She needs a job…
Struggling psychology student Elsie Sherwood suddenly finds herself in need of another job after a medical crisis in the family cost her family home. Sexy Carlos Kincade offers her work for a month but there are strings attached…and a diamond ring. She must fulfill his thirty-one needs to play his wife until he fulfills his grandfather’s will—but is the seduction too hot to handle?
PART 1
“You can’t be serious,” Carlos Kincade’s eyes narrowed as he sat opposite Santos Duke of Duke, Ross & Andres, lawyers for the Kincade family. Santos had summoned Carlos and his six brothers for a reading of the last will and testament of their late grandfather, John Smith Kincade II, the founder of the world-renowned Kincade retail empire. Their inherited stock in the company made them one of the wealthiest families in the world.
“Yes, I am very serious, Mr. Kincade,” Duke’s eyes were fixed on twenty-nine year old Carlos, the current CEO of Kincade Corporation. “And to all of you, John, Jared, Marcus, Justin, Dane and Tristan, your grandfather left this one condition in his will for a very good reason.”
“So that we can all get hitched by our next birthday?”
“Not quite, Jared.”
“Then what?”
“Well, basically,” Duke sighed as he took his spectacles off his face and placed them on the table after reading the will, “When your grandfather, John, lost both of his sons, your father and your uncle, he’d made a few changes to his will to ensure the company’s legacy. Of course, your father’s demise in that helicopter crash was a great tragedy but he spoke to us about his concern over your Uncle Jeffrey’s suicide as the turning point.”
Carlos sprung up to his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to contain himself. “So this is what it’s all about. Uncle Jeff, the womaniser and gambler who lost all his money so we have to pay?”
“Well, not exactly, Carlos. Please sit down and relax.”
“Relax? You just told us that we’re going to lose our inheritance if we don’t fulfill some comical condition of our grandfather’s will. How do you think this makes us feel?”
“Yes, I can imagine it is hard to come to grasp with. But it is all for a good reason. Your grandfather’s business was built on all the good values that he believed in…trust, loyalty, family values. He just doesn’t want to see you squander your fortune on fast women and fast cars. He feels that having a family will give you more stability. In his days matchmaking was good for the family. You can be paired up with…”
“Enough, Duke! It’s one thing to insist that we marry by our next birthday but to be told who to marry. That’s another thing.”
“I agree with Carlos,” John Kincade III said as stood up. “We all know that gramps had a wild sense of humor about life and maybe this is his one last laugh from the grave but I say we find our own wives, if we agree to this…condition.”
Duke sighed heavily, his hand combing his white strands of hair
, what was left on his head. “Very well. But please let me know if you require assistance in this area. And regarding your grandfather’s conditions…I’ve seen worse in wills. You’d be surprised.”
“Well this is not other people’s wills we’re talking about…this is our family’s estate.”
“Very well.” Duke seemed too tired to argue further and Carlos could tell he was way past retirement. A good man but really pushing the working years.
Carlos stood by the window looking out as his brothers talked amongst themselves. He really didn’t get it. Why would his grandfather make such a condition to his will? Okay, he got it that his uncle was nothing but trouble. A disgrace to the family. An irresponsible playboy bachelor who squandered his fortune, gambled with money he no longer had and ultimately disgraced the Kincade family name by his tabloid appearances with run ins with the law. He was later found dead in a hotel bathroom after he overdosed on pain killers. Later it was ruled out as a suicide. It caused a scandal for the Kincade’s public image. The owners of one of the world’s largest upscale retailers listed in the Forbes list of the wealthiest families during the last decade alone. His father, John II, wasn’t any better.
Carlos was always the outcast in the family. The different one. He was darker in complexion than his fair skinned brothers and his dark grey eyes contrasted to their blue eyes. He was the illegitimate son.
He couldn’t help but feel this was quite a coincidence. With all the pretense of brotherhood from his siblings he knew how they really felt about him and it didn’t faze him one bit—until now. His father had an affair with the Italian maid, his mother, while married to Mrs. Kincade. He’d always been made to feel different from the rest. He’d grown up trying to be twenty times better just to be considered equal. He’d worked hard in the company just to prove his worth and changed the vision and increased the company’s profit line in addition to pleasing customers in an unconventional way. Now on the verge of one of the largest risk ventures to bring the Kincade empire to another level, he could possibly lose it all—with all his hard work. He’d been responsible for pulling Kincade Department store into the twenty-first century and beyond. Macy’s couldn’t compare to it now. Now this ridiculous will stipulation when it was a known fact that he was a sworn bachelor, he couldn’t help but feel this was some sort of set up. He just didn’t believe in marriage. Period.