Make-Believe Wife

“The marriage would be annulled later—and you would receive a generous settlement. You could then live your own life—abroad should you wish it—or perhaps have a nice house in the country, where you could entertain your friends.”

Roxanne was stunned, speechless at first, and then firm in denial. “That is ridiculous, sir. I do not know how you could suggest such a thing. You do not know me—and I do not know you. Even if I agreed, it would be wrong to deceive your grandfather so cruelly.”

Luke frowned. “Last night, you said it could be a business arrangement. What is different about my proposal?”

“I meant a young woman of good family who would marry without love for the sake of a home and children—a lady who would be content to remain at home in the country, while you lived as you pleased in town. Is that not the way many marriages are arranged?”

“Yes, of course, but I explained how I felt about that—the distress and misery it can cause. A proper business arrangement, where the lady in question is paid a sum of money and understands her position from the start—that should not cause unhappiness at all, should it?”

Make-Believe Wife
Harlequin® Historical #317—October 2011

Roxanne is escaping from the gypsy who wants to make her his woman. Her friend has protected her but now she is alone—and, worse still, she has no idea who she really is. Roxanne hopes to reach London and become an actress. But on the way, she discovers a man called Luke Clarendon.

Luke is fleeing from his conscience when a fall from his horse makes him unable to walk unaided. When the beautiful and mysterious girl brings back his errant horse and helps him to reach safety, he makes her an outrageous proposal. If she will pretend to be his fiancée and perhaps, for a while, his make-believe wife, he will help her to become an actress and give her enough money so that she will never be at the mercy of Black Bob again.

Can Roxanne trust her heart not to become involved with this arrogant but charming man or will she wish they had never met?

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Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Afterword

‘D
amn you, sir. I have had enough of your wild behaviour,' the Earl of Hartingdon thundered at his grandson. ‘I shall not tolerate the disgrace you have brought upon us.'

‘Forgive me,' Luke, Viscount Clarendon, said and looked contrite. ‘This should never have come to your ears. Rollinson was a fool and a knave to come prattling to you, sir.'

Tall and almost painfully thin, yet with a commanding presence, the earl's bushy white eyebrows met in a frown of disapproval.

‘Do you deny that you seduced the man's wife?'

Luke hesitated. The truth of the matter was that he had no idea whether or not he had seduced Adrina Rollinson. The evening in question was hazy to say the least. He had been three sheets to the wind and, when he'd woken to find himself lying next to the naked and undoubtedly voluptuous beauty, he had hardly been
given time to wonder before her husband came storming into the summerhouse to demand satisfaction.

‘I can only tell you that I have no memory of it happening, sir.'

‘What sort of an answer is that, pray?' the earl demanded. ‘You puzzle me, Luke. You have had every advantage and yet you insist on carrying your wildness to excess. If you cannot recall making love to a woman like Lady Rollinson, you must have been drunk.'

‘Indeed, that I shall own,' Luke said instantly. ‘I would not call the lady a liar, but I doubt I was capable of making love that night.'

‘I suppose your taste is for whores?'

‘I do not know what you may have been told of me, sir, but I assure you I have done nothing of which I am ashamed.'

‘Indeed? I know that you have bought a house and intend to set up your mistress in Hampstead.' The earl's top lip curled in scorn. ‘You are a disgrace to your family. Thank God your parents did not live to see what you have become.'

‘Perhaps had they lived I might have been otherwise.'

‘Are you blaming me? Impudent pup!' The earl's eyes darkened with temper. ‘Well, sir, I have done with you. It was in my mind to make you my sole heir, for although the estate is entailed, the patent allows the title to pass through the female line and my fortune is my own to dispose of as I wish. However, I have a cousin who would restore both honour and fortune to the family name.'

‘Horatio Harte, I presume? I wish you joy of him, sir.' Luke's temper was barely in check. ‘Good afternoon. I shall not trouble you with my presence again.'

‘I did not give you leave to go.'

‘Yet I believe I shall. You have never liked me, sir. I have done things of which I am not particularly proud, but I am not the rogue you think me.'

‘Come back here!' The earl's voice rose petulantly. ‘You will hear me out. I shall give you one more chance, but you must marry a decent girl—one with perfect manners who knows how to behave in good society. I need an heir I can be proud of before I die.'

Luke turned at the door, denial on his lips. He would marry when and whom he wished and meant to say so, but even as he began the earl made a choking sound and sank slowly to his knees before collapsing in a heap on the floor.

‘Grandfather! Someone, give me some help in here.'

Luke rushed to his grandfather's side. Rolling him on his back, he saw that his colour was slightly blue and acted swiftly in untying the tight starched cravat at his neck. He felt for a pulse and discovered a faint beat and yet his grandfather did not appear to be breathing. He was for a moment unsure of what to do for the best; then, recalling something he had once witnessed a vet do for the foal of an important mare, he opened his grandfather's mouth and made sure there was no obstruction in the throat. Then he pinched the earl's nostrils and breathed into his mouth. Luke repeated the action three times and noticed that a more natu
ral colour had returned, though he had no idea if his actions had helped.

A voice spoke from behind him. ‘He has had one of his attacks, my lord. He will recover in a moment.'

‘He just keeled over. I thought he was dead or dying.'

‘Milord has had one or two close calls, sir. Nasty little attacks that the doctor can't quite make out.'

‘Why was I not told?' Luke rose to his feet. The colour was back in the earl's cheeks now.

‘He did not wish to bother you, sir.'

‘The stubborn fool—' Luke began and stopped as he heard a sound. The earl had his eyes open. He was staring up at them.

‘Don't just stand there, fool. Help me up, Marshall.'

‘You should have told me you were ill, Grandfather.'

‘Stuff and nonsense! It is nothing. As you see, I am perfectly fine now.'

Luke and the butler helped him to his feet and assisted him to a sturdy mahogany elbow chair. Luke felt his body trembling and realised how thin and frail his grandfather had become. When had this happened? Why had he not noticed?

‘Forgive me, sir. Had I known you were ill…'

‘What? Would you have mended your ways?' The elderly man's eyes gleamed. ‘Want to make amends, eh? You know my terms. Get yourself wed and give me an heir.'

‘I am sorry you are ill, but I shall not make a promise I cannot keep. However, I will promise not to become so drunk that I do not recall with whom or where I go to bed.'

‘Not enough,' the earl growled. ‘Leave me to Marshall and come back when you have a wife.'

‘Grandfather, that is unfair,' Luke protested, for he was genuinely upset by the news of the earl's ill health.

‘Unless you oblige me I shall not leave you a penny—and, what's more, I'll tell the lawyers to cut the allowance you receive from your paternal grandfather's fortune.'

‘You cannot do that, sir. I have commitments…'

‘To your mistress, I suppose? Well, the choice is yours, Luke. The terms of the Marquis's will state that I can limit your income until you are thirty if I so choose. I have never done so, but now I shall make a change. I need an heir soon, Luke—and I want you to give me a grandson. Marry well and everything will be as it was. Turn your back on me now and you'll find yourself short in the pocket. Show me that you intend to settle down and make me proud of you.'

Luke hesitated, a grim set to his mouth. Had he not just witnessed his grandfather's collapse he would have told him to go to the devil and bought himself a pair of colours while he still had the money. Yet despite his harsh words, there was something vulnerable about the earl, something that made Luke realise that deep within him he cared what happened to the old devil.

‘I must have time to think this over, sir.'

‘Yes, of course, and to find a suitable girl—but do not take too long, Luke. I may not have more than a year or so left to me.'

Luke inclined his head and left, feeling his temper surge as he curled his nails into the palms of his hand.
He ought to walk out and never return. The lawyers would probably tell him that the earl was lying through his teeth—yet if it were the truth Luke would be in trouble.

He had made a promise to his best friend and nothing would make him break it.