Postcards From…Verses Brides Babies And Billionaires. Rebecca Winters

if he didn’t have this vixen to deal with. But his security team would pick him up—get him stopped and get the camera tossed into the Seine, the photographer along with it, if he had any say.

      ‘No.’ Her cold, trembling fingers closed over the phone in his hand. ‘It’s too late. It’s done.’

      ‘The hell it is.’ Shaking off her hand, he started to punch in numbers. ‘I can get him stopped. I will get him stopped.’

      ‘There’s no point.’

      He stopped short, the cold determination in her voice halting his hand. ‘And what exactly do you mean by that?’ A trickle of dread started to seep into his veins.

      ‘I’m sorry.’ Dark-blue eyes shone back at him. ‘But I had to do it.’

      Hell! Realisation smacked him across the head. He’d been had. The whole thing was a set-up. This deceitful, conniving little princess had set a trap and he had walked right in. Fury coursed through him. He had no idea what her motive was but he did know that she would live to regret it. Nobody made a fool of Zahir Zahani.

      ‘You will be sorry, believe me.’ He kept his voice deliberately low, concentrating on controlling the rage that was pumping adrenaline dangerously fast around his veins. ‘You will be more than sorry for what you have done.’

      ‘I had no choice!’ Her voice was full of anguish now and she even reached out a trembling hand to touch his arm before demurely lowering her eyes to the ground.

      Nice try, Princess. But you don’t get to fool me more than once.

      Roughly grasping her chin, Zahir tipped back her head so she couldn’t escape his searing gaze. He wanted her to look at him. He wanted her to know exactly who she was dealing with here.

      ‘Oh, you had a choice, all right. You’ve chosen to bring scandal and disrepute to both our countries. And, trust me, you are going to pay for that, young lady. But first you are going to tell me why.’

      He saw her slender body begin to tremble, her bare shoulders hunch against the shiver that ran through her. Bizarrely he itched to touch her, to warm that tantalisingly goose-bumped skin with his hot hands. But he would do no such thing.

      ‘Because I am desperate.’ Clear blue eyes implored him.

      ‘Desperate?’ He repeated the word with disgust.

      ‘Yes. I can’t go back to that party.’

      ‘So that’s why you set up this little charade?’

      ‘No, I didn’t set it up, not in the way you mean. I just took advantage of the situation.’ Her voice lowered.

      ‘You tricked me into following you. You arranged for that photographer to be there.’

      ‘No! I had no idea that either of you had followed me.’

      ‘You’re lying. That guy knew you.’

      ‘He didn’t know me. He knows who I am. There’s a difference. The press have been following me around all my life.’

      ‘So you are telling me this wasn’t planned?’

      Annalina shook her head.

      ‘Think carefully before you speak, Princess. Because, I have to warn you, to lie to me now would be very foolish indeed.’

      ‘It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. And that is the truth.’

      Despite everything, Zahir found himself believing her. He dragged in a breath. ‘So that…that little display you just put on…?’ He curled his lip against the traitorous memory of the way she had leant into him, the way she had messed with his head. ‘What exactly did you hope to achieve? What makes you so desperate that you would bring disgrace upon your family? Fabricate a scandal to rock the foundations of both of our countries?’

      ‘Disgrace I can live with. I’m used to it.’ Her voice was suddenly very small. ‘And the scandal will die down. But to be forced to marry Rashid Zahani is more than I can bear. That would have been a life sentence.’

      ‘How dare you disrespect the King in this way?’ Defensive anger roared in his voice. ‘The engagement will still be announced. The marriage will still go ahead.’

      ‘No. You can force me to go back to the party, even force me, with the help of my father, to go ahead with the announcement of the engagement. But, once those photographs go online, I’ll be dropped like a stone.’

      Zahir stared into the beautiful face of this wilful princess. Her skin was so pale in this ghostly light, so delicate, it was almost translucent. But her lips were ruby-red and her eyes as blue as the evening sky.

      He knew with a leaden certainty that she meant what she said. There was no way she was going to go through with this marriage. He could still find that photographer, destroy the photos, but ultimately what good would it do? What was to be gained?

      Hell and damnation. After all the planning that had gone into this union, the careful handling, the wretched party… It had taken all his powers of persuasion to get Rashid to agree to marry this European princess at all. Months of negotiations to get to this point. And for what? To have the whole thing thrown back in their faces and Rashid humiliated in the most degrading way. No, he could not let that happen. He would not let that happen. He had been a fool to trust this wayward princess, to believe the empty promises of her desperate father. But the situation had gone too far now—he had to try and salvage something from this mess. He had to come up with a clever solution.

      Decision made, he took hold of Annalina’s arm.

      ‘You will accompany me back to the party and we will seek out the King and tell him what has happened. Then we will announce your engagement.’

      ‘Didn’t you understand a word I said?’ The fight was back in her eyes. ‘The King won’t marry me now. That’s the reason I just did what I did.’

      ‘We will announce your engagement—not to the King, but to his brother, the Prince.’

      ‘Yeah, great idea! I take it you must be employed more for your brawn than your brains.’ Zahir felt every muscle in his body stiffen at her mocking jibe. He was going to enjoy punishing her for her insolence. ‘The Prince is hardly going to want to marry me either, is he?’

      ‘As of five minutes ago, the Prince has no choice.’

      Narrowing his eyes, Zahir watched defiance turn to confusion turn to a creeping realisation. A strangely perverse sense of pleasure stole over him.

      Her trembling hand flew to her mouth then made a fist as she stuffed it between her lips, biting down onto her knuckles to stifle her cry.

      ‘Ah, yes, Princess, I see the truth is dawning.’ Zahir threw back his shoulders, almost enjoying himself. ‘I am Zahir Zahani, Prince of Nabatean, brother of King Rashid. And, as of five minutes ago, your future husband.’

       Chapter Two

      ANNA FELT FOR the railings of the bridge behind her, grabbing at the bars to stop herself from sliding to the ground.

      ‘You…you are Prince Zahir?’

      One arrogant, scowling dark brow raised fractionally in reply.

      No. It wasn’t possible. The full horror of what she had done gnawed away at her brain. Being caught in a clinch with a bodyguard to get out of her engagement was one thing, but for the ‘bodyguard’ to be the fiancé’s brother was quite another. This went far beyond the realms of scandal. This could cause an international incident.

      ‘I… I had no idea.’

      He shrugged. ‘Evidently.’

      ‘We need to do something—quickly.’