The Prince's Captive Wife. Marion Lennox

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       Two crowns, two islands, one legacy

      A royal family, torn apart by pride and its lust for power, reunited by purity and passion

      The islands of Adamas have been torn into

      two rival kingdoms:

       TWO CROWNS

      The Stefani diamond has been split as a

      symbol of their feud

       TWO ISLANDS

      Gorgeous Greek princes reign supreme

      over glamorous Aristo

      Smouldering sheikhs rule the desert island of Calista

       ONE LEGACY

      Whoever reunites the diamonds will rule all.

       THE ROYAL HOUSE OF KAREDES

      Many years ago there were two islands ruled as one kingdom – Adamas. But bitter family feuds and rivalry caused the kingdom to be ripped in two. The islands were ruled separately, as Aristo and Calista, and the infamous Stefani coronation diamond was split as a symbol of the feud and placed in the two new crowns.

      But when the king divided the islands between his son and daughter, he left them with these words:

      “You will rule each island for the good of the people and bring out the best in your kingdom. But my wish is that eventually these two jewels, like the islands, will be reunited. Aristo and Calista are more successful, more beautiful and more powerful as one nation: Adamas.”

      Now, King Aegeus Karedes of Aristo is dead, the island’s coronation diamond is missing! The Aristans will stop at nothing to get it back but the ruthless sheikh king of Calista is hot on their heels.

      Whether by seduction, blackmail or marriage, the jewel must be found. As the stories unfold, secrets and sins from the past are revealed and desire, love and passion war with royal duty. But who will discover in time that it is innocence of body and purity of heart that can unite the islands of Adamas once again?

      THE PRINCE’S CAPTIVE WIFE

      MARION LENNOX

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      With thanks to my fabulous co-authors, whose

      writing has made this series sizzle.

      CHAPTER ONE

      ‘SHE was only seventeen?’

      ‘We’re talking ten years ago. I was barely out of my teens myself.’

      ‘Does that make a difference?’ The uncrowned king of Aristo stared across his massive desk at his brother, his aquiline face dark with fury. ‘Have we not had enough scandal?’

      ‘Not of my making.’ Prince Andreas Christos Karedes, third in line to the Crown of Aristo, stood his ground against his older brother with the disdain he always used in this family of testosterone-driven males. His brothers might be acknowledged womanizers, but Andreas made sure his affairs were discreet.

      ‘Until now,’ Sebastian said. ‘Not counting your singularly spectacular divorce, which had a massive impact. But this is worse. You need to sort it before it explodes over all of us.’

      ‘How the hell can I sort it?’

      ‘Get rid of her.’

      ‘You’re not saying…’

      Sebastian shook his head, obviously rejecting the idea—though a tinge of regret in his voice said the option wasn’t altogether unattractive.

      And Andreas even sympathized. Since their father’s death, all three brothers had been dragged through the mire of the media spotlight, and the political unrest was threatening to destroy them. In their thirties, impossibly handsome, wealthy beyond belief, indulged and fêted, the brothers were now facing realities they had no idea what to do with.

      ‘Though if I was our father…’ Sebastian added and Andreas shuddered. Who knew what the old king would have done if he’d discovered Holly’s secret? Thank God he’d never found out. Not that King Aegeus could have taken the moral high ground. His father’s past actions had got them into this mess.

      ‘You’ll make a better king than our father ever was,’ Andreas said softly. ‘What filthy dealing made him dispose of the royal diamond?’

      ‘That’s my concern,’ Sebastian said. There could be no royal coronation until the diamond was found—they all knew that—but the way the media was baying for blood there might not be a coronation even then. Without the diamond the rules had changed. If any more scandals broke… ‘This girl…’

      ‘Holly.’

      ‘You remember her?’

      ‘Of course I remember her.’

      ‘Then she’ll be easy to find. We’ll buy her off—do whatever it takes, but she mustn’t talk to anyone.’

      ‘If she wanted to make a scandal she could have done it years ago.’

      ‘So it’s been simmering in the wings for years. To have it surface now…’ Sebastian rose and fixed Andreas with a look that was almost as deadly as the one used by the old king. ‘It can’t happen, brother. We have to make sure she’s not in a position to bring us down.’

      ‘I’ll contact her.’

      ‘You’ll go nowhere near her until we’re sure of her reaction. Not even a phone call. For all we know her phones are already tapped. I’ll have her brought here.’

      ‘I can arrange…’

      ‘You stay right out of it until she’s on our soil. You’re heading the corruption inquiry. With Alex still on his honeymoon—of all the times for our brother to demand to marry, this must surely be the worst—I need you more than ever. If you leave now and this leaks, we can almost guarantee losing the crown.’

      ‘So how do you propose to persuade her to come?’

      ‘Oh, I’ll persuade her,’ Sebastian said grimly. ‘She’s only a slip of a girl. She might be your past, but there’s no way she’s messing with our future.’

      * * *

      It was time to leave, but of all the places Holly had to farewell, this was the hardest.

      The grave was tiny—a simple stone plaque nestled under the shade of the vast river-red-gum that gave this Australian cattle station its name. The tree was ancient. The native Australians who’d lived here for generations called it Munwannay—resting place—and when Holly’s tiny son had died it had seemed the only place to let him lie.

      How could she walk away?

      How could she walk away from any of this? Holly sank to her knees before her son’s grave and turned to gaze back over the homestead—the rambling, old house with its wide verandas, its French windows opening the house to every breeze, the neglected garden she’d loved so much since she was a little girl.

      Andreas had loved this garden.

      Andreas had loved everything about this place. And she’d loved Andreas.

      Well, that was another thing she needed to walk away from. The memory of Prince Andreas Karedes.