His Mistress With Two Secrets. Dani Collins

“Oh, my God!” as she recognized that model-like physique and those aristocratic features. “I was just thinking about you!”

      “Cinnia!” Angelique beamed and they went in for a hug like long-lost sisters, affection squeezing Cinnia’s arms tight around the other woman, her excitement completely overriding what should have been way more caution on her part.

      The reality of Cinnia’s situation hit belatedly and continued to strike in successive slaps over the next few seconds.

      Cinnia felt Henri’s sister stiffen as she came up against Cinnia’s baby bump beneath the layers of her clothes.

      Don’t tell him, Cinnia thought with panic.

      They drew back. Cinnia knew she wore a look of horror, which was awful when she was actually happy about the baby, happy to see—

      “Oh, my God,” Cinnia whispered. “I thought you were your sister.”

      Cinnia had always been able to tell the twins apart quite easily. It had been surprise and a quick glance and an even quicker assumption that had made her mistake Trella for Angelique. Trella never left the compound in Spain without one of her siblings accompanying her.

      Did that mean Henri was here? Cinnia looked around with alarm, only seeing the guard.

      Of course—that’s why the guard seemed familiar. She’d seen her at Sus Brazos, the Sauveterre family home in Spain. This was Trella, even though there was nothing distinct to tell the women apart, Cinnia just knew by something in their demeanor. Angelique had that hint of reserve that Henri wore, while Trella had the radiance of warmth that Ramon projected.

      Then it hit that not only was it odd for Trella to be out in public, with no family in sight, but she was also in a prenatal clinic.

      “Oh. My. God.”

      What was the normally cloistered Sauveterre twin doing in London? Holding a bottle of prenatal vitamins and looking guilty as hell? How did a woman who lived like a nun and had female guards get herself pregnant? Henri was going to lose his mind!

      Trella tucked the bottle behind her back and opened her mouth, but only a weak um came out.

      Cinnia’s eyes were widening to the point they stung. She was pretty sure they were going to fall right out of her head.

      She watched Trella’s gaze narrow as the full scope of where they were and why penetrated her side. Cinnia’s blood pressure had been stable so far, but her limbs began to tingle and her head went so hot she felt like her hair was on fire. She was pretty sure whatever breaths she was managing to draw lost all their oxygen before hitting her lungs.

      “Are you...okay?” Cinnia asked hesitantly. She didn’t know exactly what Trella had been through when she had been kidnapped, but she knew it had left her afraid of men for a long time. Afraid of a lot of things.

      Trella, being an enormously resilient and self-deprecating person, let out a choke of hysterical laughter and rolled her eyes. It was a “look where I am,” and her shrug conveyed that she was dealing with an unplanned pregnancy, but not one caused by something traumatic.

      “How about you?” she challenged with wry cheer, then sobered. She frowned at Cinnia’s middle. “Is it...?” She glanced around.

      Henri’s. That’s what she was asking.

      Cinnia’s eyes teared up. Please don’t tell him, she silently pleaded.

      This was part sitcom, part Greek tragedy. Her own hysterical laugh pressed for escape, but her tight throat wouldn’t release it.

      Trella straightened her spine so she was that little bit taller than Cinnia. She gave her wavy dark hair a toss.

      “We’ll pretend this didn’t happen.” She was a stunning woman in her midtwenties, but she looked nine years old, hiding stolen candy and bravely pretending it wasn’t in her red-hot hand.

      This was the sister Henri had told Cinnia had existed in his childhood, the brat who had driven him crazy getting herself into trouble, always needing her big brother to step in and fix it.

      Cinnia wanted to hug her again. She was so proud of Trella, even if conquering her past had led to a complicated future.

      And she desperately wanted to share this moment with Henri, instinctively knowing that after the shock, this sign of healing in Trella would be a much-needed bright spot.

      Or not. Worrying about any Sauveterre would sit heavily on him. Taking care of his mother and sisters was as much responsibility as he was willing to shoulder. That’s why he’d drawn such a hard line against marrying and procreating.

      A wistful sigh filled her, but she held it in. Ironic that she wanted to be there for him as he dealt with his sister’s news knowing full well he would lose his mind once he learned Cinnia was carrying his child.

      I told you from the beginning I would never marry you.

      Her heart clenched afresh, abraded and stung. Scorned.

      “Ms. Whitley,” the nurse said behind her. “I can take you now.”

      “It’s really good to see you,” Cinnia said to Trella, holding out her arms for another quick hug. “I’ve missed all of you.”

      Most of Cinnia’s interactions with Henri’s family had been over the tablet, but she felt the loss of connection to the Sauveterre clan quite deeply.

      “I would ask you to give my regards to everyone, but...” Cinnia trailed off.

      Trella’s arms were firm and strong around her. She pulled away slowly, tilting her head so they were eye-to-eye. Would her baby have those Sauveterre eyes, Cinnia wondered with a pang? Babies?

      “You and I can stay in touch now,” Trella said with a conspiratorial twitch at the corners of her mouth. Her expression sobered to concern. “Can I call you? I’d like to know why...”

      Cinnia knew that keeping the pregnancy from Henri was a losing battle. She just wanted a plan in place before he found out so he wouldn’t feel trapped. Trella was far too close to her siblings to keep her own pregnancy a secret from them for long. Once she spilled those beans, Cinnia’s condition would be quick to follow.

      But if she could buy a little time to get her ducks in a row, maybe find out exactly how many babies she was actually having...

      She nodded. “If you’re still in London at the end of the week, why don’t we have dinner?”

       CHAPTER ONE

      Two years ago...

      CINNIA WAS NOT a social climber, but her roommate, Vera, was. Cheerfully and without apology. Thus, when Vera wangled opening-night tickets from the owner of the hottest new nightclub in London, she demanded Cinnia accompany her.

      “I told him about your title,” Vera said. “That’s how I got him to say yes to our coming.”

      “The title that belongs to my great-uncle a million times removed whom I’ve never met and who wouldn’t know me from Eve?”

      “I might have exaggerated how close you are. But I told him about your granny’s vintage tiara and since his theme is ‘flappers and gangsters,’ and he wants window dressing, he said we could come as staff. No swag,” Vera said with a dismayed wrinkle of her nose. “Just mingle with the guests. Be first on the dance floor, that sort of thing.”

      Cinnia was reluctant. Her weekends were her only time away from her job at a wealth management firm to put the pieces in place for striking out on her own. She had set September as her goal and had a mile-long list of to-dos to make it happen.

      “You work too hard,” Vera groaned. “Look at it as a chance to rub elbows with potential clients. This will be wall-to-wall, top-tier, A-list celebs.”

      “That’s