Authors: Lynne Graham
Second-Time Bride (14 page)
Alessio's screened gaze closed in on her and lingered in cool appraisal, his detachment somehow making her even more painfully aware of her nudity beneath the sheet. âOn the contrary, I am being very fair. You're a remarkably good mother. You're gorgeous and sexy and great in bed.'
Daisy bent her head, burning pink invading her cheeks afresh. But not so sexy and not so great that he couldn't still walk away, she thought, in an agony of mortification and self-loathing.
âThat you should also be a little greedy and emotionally shallow is no big deal,' Alessio added grimly.
Her head flew up. âI am not greedy...and I am not shallow!'
âDaisy, you have the staying power of a butterfly.'
âThat's not true!'
âIt's not important.' In the thundering silence, Alessio shrugged with an air of arrogant finality. âIf it wasn't for Tara, we wouldn't be here now.'
âI don't need you to tell me that.' He was only confirming what she had already known, what she had inexplicably allowed herself to forget over the past halfhour. Yet the reminder made Daisy feel incredibly empty and degraded. The intimacy she had foolishly believed they had recaptured had only been an illusion, born of her own stupid sentimentality and sexual hunger. She hated herself for that weakness. She wanted to lie down and die, but not in front of
him.
him.
Without warning, Alessio strode over to the door and flung it wide, an impatient frown drawing his black brows together. âI think we have a visitor.'
âA visitor?' Daisy repeated in bewilderment.
A female voice echoed through the upper reaches of the villa, the distant tap-tap of stiletto heels sounding on the marble staircase, telegraphing their wearer's impatience.
âBianca,' Alessio breathed, already moving out into the corridor to intercept his sister.
Daisy paled. âBut how on earth did she get in?' she gasped. âThrough a window on a broomstick?'
Alessio froze, his dark head whipping round, the smooth planes of his strong profile hardened by a flash of angry incredulity.
Daisy turned crimson as she realised what she had said.
âGrow up, Daisy,' Alessio advised with withering bite. âYou may be stuck in a time-warp but the rest of us have moved on. If you can't behave like an adult and be civil, I suggest that you stay up here!'
âIâ'
But the door closed with a final thud. With a groan of frustration, Daisy flung herself back against the pillows. Smart move, Daisy. Alienate him more by attacking his twin. Alessio had no idea how much abuse she had once had to take from his sister. Daisy hadn't told tales. And it was too late now to redress the balance. She would only sound like a sulky child harbouring a grudge. And really Bianca was the least of her problems, she told herself painfully as she threw back the sheet and got up.
For only now did she truly appreciate the depth of Alessio's bitterness. In angry impatience, he had taken her beliefs and shaken them inside out, shattering her view of the past. Alessio had not been grateful to be released from their shotgun marriage. Alessio had been equally devastated by their divorce. He had actually thought
he
was the one being dumped.
he
was the one being dumped.
That picture dredged a shaky laugh from Daisy but it also made her think. Bianca's assurance all those years ago that within months of their wedding her brother was already involved with his former girlfriend again no longer seemed credible. Had her sister-in-law lied about Sophia and that supposed reconciliation in a cruelly clever play on Daisy's insecurity?
WhateverâDaisy gave her head an impatient shakenaturally Alessio was still seething at the fact that after walking out on their marriage she had chosen to deny him all knowledge of his daughter. Alessio thought she was a greedy, shallow woman who could not be trusted. Although, with cool Leopardi calculation, he had not shared that news with her until
after
the wedding. Daisy shivered, suddenly cold with apprehension about what the future might hold. She had still fallen into his arms, her every defence destroyed, a physical hunger that terrified her betraying her with humiliating ease.
after
the wedding. Daisy shivered, suddenly cold with apprehension about what the future might hold. She had still fallen into his arms, her every defence destroyed, a physical hunger that terrified her betraying her with humiliating ease.
Ten minutes later, she descended the sweeping staircase, her battered confidence bolstered by the elegant pale blue dress she wore. Inside she was still a mess of see-sawing emotions and conflict but she had no intention of entertaining Bianca with a miserable face.
The front doors in the hall were wide open. On the last step of the stairs, Daisy froze. Alessio was standing outside with a blonde draped round him. Daisy blinked and looked again, unable to credit the evidence of her own eyes. Slender brown arms were linked round Alessio's throat as the woman laughed up at him, her flawless profile and the flowing mane of her corn-gold hair instantly recognisable to Daisy...
Her heart gave a sickening lurch as she was plunged into shock. Nina Franklin. What was
she
doing here? And why had Alessio led her to believe that the visitor was his sister? A stifled moan of distress trapped in her throat, Daisy reeled off the stairs before she could be seen and fled into the drawing room.
she
doing here? And why had Alessio led her to believe that the visitor was his sister? A stifled moan of distress trapped in her throat, Daisy reeled off the stairs before she could be seen and fled into the drawing room.
CHAPTER EIGHT
âS
OMEHOW you don't look quite as smug as I expected,' a languidly amused female voice remarked.
OMEHOW you don't look quite as smug as I expected,' a languidly amused female voice remarked.
Startled, Daisy spun round, breathless and bewildered. In shock, she focused on Alessio's sister. Bianca was standing by the window, a tall, rake-thin brunette in an enviably simple white shift-dress that screeched its designer cut. âBianca...?' she muttered dazedly, her brain refusing to function.
The only image stamped inside her head was that of Nina with her arms linked round Alessio, laughing and smiling with confident intimacy, certainly not reacting as any woman might have been expected to react when her lover had broken off their relationship and almost immediately married another woman. That disturbing image still twisted like a fiendish knife in Daisy's shrinking flesh.
Bianca strolled forward, a mocking smile pinned to her lips. âYes, I have to admit that much as I despise you, Daisy, I also have to admire your sheer nerve. You are holding a real live Leopardi as a hostage to fortune.'
In an uncertain gesture, Daisy pushed back damp tendrils of silver-fair hair from her brow. âI don't know what you're talking about.'
âTara...your miracle ticket back into the family circle!' Bianca vented a scornful laugh. âBut I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were you. Alessio may have married you to get custody of his daughter but I don't think he's planning to hang on to
both
of youâ'
both
of youâ'
âWhat are you trying to say?' Daisy cut in tautly, fighting to get a grip on her wits again.
âSo you
still
need everything spelt out in words of one syllable.' Bianca shot her a look of pitying superiority. âAlessio will keep Tara and ditch you. And why not? The way he sees it, you did the same thing to him!'
still
need everything spelt out in words of one syllable.' Bianca shot her a look of pitying superiority. âAlessio will keep Tara and ditch you. And why not? The way he sees it, you did the same thing to him!'
âWhy do you still hate me so much?' Daisy whispered in a shaken undertone, appalled by the brunette's continuing malice. âAnd what on earth are you doing here?'
âYou loused up my brother's life once and now you're trying to do it again. Twins stick together,' Bianca told her succinctly. âAs to what I'm doing here at the villa... business, strictly business, although I do feel that I ought to apologise for inadvertently reuniting Alessio with Nina. You're such a passionately jealous little soul, and what hope have you got against a girl that age?'
Daisy turned bone-white. âYou bitch,' she mumbled strickenly.
â
Madre di Dio
, what the devil is going on here?' Alessio's whiplike intervention cut across the room like an icy wind on a hot summer day.
Madre di Dio
, what the devil is going on here?' Alessio's whiplike intervention cut across the room like an icy wind on a hot summer day.
Sharply disconcerted, Daisy whirled round, cannoned into an occasional table and sent an exquisite vase of flowers smashing down onto the marble hearth of the fireplace. Glass flew everywhere. âOh,
hell
!' she gasped, and automatically dropped down, intending to gather up the shattered shards of crystal.
hell
!' she gasped, and automatically dropped down, intending to gather up the shattered shards of crystal.
Bianca released her breath in a long-suffering hiss. âI'm afraid that your wife is not prepared to let bygones be bygones, Alessio. I tried...now you can't say I didn't try...but you heard what she called me, didn't you?'
âDaisy,
leave
that glass alone!' Dark eyes blazing, the cast of his strong features implacable, Alessio followed up the scorching command by striding over and hauling Daisy upright. âRight now we can do without a bloodspattered bride playing a starring role here.'
leave
that glass alone!' Dark eyes blazing, the cast of his strong features implacable, Alessio followed up the scorching command by striding over and hauling Daisy upright. âRight now we can do without a bloodspattered bride playing a starring role here.'
âIt must be a frightful embarrassment to be so clumsy,' Bianca commented drily.
As her teeth sank into the soft underside of her lower lip and absolutely brutalised the tender flesh, Daisy tasted the sharp, acrid tang of blood in her mouth. Bianca had heard Alessio's approach; she realised, and all Alessio had heard was Daisy insulting his sister.
âI'm sorry Daisy has been so rude,' Alessio drawled with gritty delivery, one powerful hand anchored to his wife's slight shoulder like an imprisoning chain, long brown fingers exerting meaningful pressure. âBut I'm sure that she wants to apologise for losing her temper.'
Daisy went rigid and remained mute, outraged to be dragged forward like a misbehaving child and ordered to eat humble pie. Frustration and fury lanced through her, for she was painfully aware that anything she said now in her own defence would not be convincing.
âDon't worry about it,' Bianca sighed with a forgiving smile.
Daisy surveyed the brunette with barely concealed loathing, every nerve in her body still jangling from what she had both witnessed and withstood in the space of ten nightmare minutes.
âUnder the circumstances...' Alessio hesitated, and then shrugged a fatalistic shoulder. âYou
can
use the grounds for your fashion shoot. I appreciate that it would be difficult to find another venue at such short noticeâ'
can
use the grounds for your fashion shoot. I appreciate that it would be difficult to find another venue at such short noticeâ'
âI knew Nina would change your mind!' Bianca carolled in a nauseating tone of girlish relief.
Daisy's teeth ground together.
âWe only need a few hours and the crew are already here,' Bianca continued sweetly and apologetically. âI know it's very inconvenient timing but I never dreamt that you and Daisy might be coming to this old place for your honeymoon!'
In a sudden movement that took Alessio by surprise, Daisy tore herself free of his restraining hand and stalked out of the room.
â
Dio
...' Bianca groaned in her wake. âIf I'd known it was likely to cause this much trouble for you, I'd never have asked!'
Dio
...' Bianca groaned in her wake. âIf I'd known it was likely to cause this much trouble for you, I'd never have asked!'
Daisy raced up the stairs like a woman jet-propelled. Not one more moment would she spend in this house, not
one
more moment...not for Tara, not for anybody! She was getting out right now! Her breath catching in sobs in her throat, she trailed her still unpacked suitcase across the dressing-room floor and struggled to close it, stuffing in sleeves and protruding hems of clothing disarranged in her haste to get dressed only minutes earlier.
one
more moment...not for Tara, not for anybody! She was getting out right now! Her breath catching in sobs in her throat, she trailed her still unpacked suitcase across the dressing-room floor and struggled to close it, stuffing in sleeves and protruding hems of clothing disarranged in her haste to get dressed only minutes earlier.
âWhat the hell do you think you're playing at now?' Alessio enquired from the doorway.
Daisy jerked round on her knees, two spots of enraged colour burning over her cheekbones. âGet out of my way, you swine! No, you're not a swine, you're lower than that! You're a snakeâa sneaky, sly, double-dealing,
stupid
snake...because if you think I intend to stay here and put up with you, your girlfriend and your shrew of a sister you're living in fantasy land!'
stupid
snake...because if you think I intend to stay here and put up with you, your girlfriend and your shrew of a sister you're living in fantasy land!'
Alessio folded his arms and stood his ground. âYou're not going anywhere,
piccola mia
,' he spelt out rawly.
piccola mia
,' he spelt out rawly.
âDo you think that treating me like a child means you can ground me like one?' Daisy launched back, angrier than she had ever been in her life, her eyes burning an incandescent violet challenge.
âI think that if I strip you naked, trash all your clothes and keep you locked in the bedroom you'll find it a little difficult to stray beyond these walls.'
âYou wouldn't
dare
!' Daisy told him, flying furiously upright.
dare
!' Daisy told him, flying furiously upright.
âTry me,' Alessio invited with soft menace, his shimmering eyes striking threatening sparks off her incredulous stare. âWhen my daughter's happiness is at risk, I don't think there is anything that I wouldn't dare.'
âWhat's that supposed to mean?'
âIt means that the day you walk out on this marriage I start fighting to keep Tara in Italy with me. I will not be shut out of her life again,' Alessio asserted with harsh emphasis.
Daisy went white with shock, a shiver of cold fear slithering down her rigid spine. That uncompromising threat electrified her. All of a sudden, Bianca's spiteful allegations no longer seemed quite so fanciful. Alessio was already letting her know that if their marriage failed he would fight to retain custody of their daughter. Was it at all possible that he might also be planning to use Daisy for as long as he needed her to get Tara settled in... before dispensing with her services as a wife and mother altogether? Or was that a paranoid suspicion?
âYou are scaring me,' Daisy muttered in a surge of involuntary candour.
âMaybe you scare
me
when you haul out a suitcase barely twenty-four hours after you say “I do” for the second time!' Alessio was very pale beneath his golden skin but fierce determination harshly delineated his sculpted bone structure. âNow, I don't expect you to become bosom pals with my sister but I do expect a mature acceptance that my family are also Tara's family and that when she arrives here at the end of the week she does not need to be dragged into the midst of some continuing, petty war that started before she was even born!'
me
when you haul out a suitcase barely twenty-four hours after you say “I do” for the second time!' Alessio was very pale beneath his golden skin but fierce determination harshly delineated his sculpted bone structure. âNow, I don't expect you to become bosom pals with my sister but I do expect a mature acceptance that my family are also Tara's family and that when she arrives here at the end of the week she does not need to be dragged into the midst of some continuing, petty war that started before she was even born!'
âI did not restart the war.'
Alessio spread his lean, strong hands in a bold arc of impatience with a subject he clearly considered beneath his notice. âI will not allow Tara to come home to us for the first time and find a hostile atmosphereâ'
âAnd what are you intending to do to improve that atmosphere?' A laugh that was no laugh at all escaped Daisy as she recalled the humiliation of his earlier rejection. Fighting blindly to conserve her pride, torn with savage pain and confusion, she thrust up her chin in defiance. âI hate you, Alessio. I
really
hate you for what you've done to me today!'
really
hate you for what you've done to me today!'
âOr maybe you hate me for what I didn't do!' Throwing her off balance, Alessio cast an explicit and suggestive glance back towards the disordered bed. Bold eyes flaming over her, he murmured thickly, âI can hardly believe now that I walked away from temptation.'
Affected more than she could bear by that mercurial change of mood and direction, her breasts rising and falling with the accelerated pace of her breathing, Daisy said with hoarse emphasis, âYou'll get your face slapped if you try to walk back again!'
âWhen did that prospect ever inhibit me?' Alessio flashed her a look of sudden vibrant amusement. âYou ought to know by now that I relish a challenge.'
Without the smallest warning, Daisy's heart turned a somersault and her mouth went dry.
A wolfish smile curved Alessio's mobile mouth. âBut you can relax. You're safe for the moment. The staff are waiting to serve lunch.'
âLunch?' Daisy echoed foolishly.
With difficulty, she tore her gaze from the intense lure of those entrapping golden eyes. All over again she was devastated by her inability to control or suppress her powerful sexual response to him.
âOur unwelcome guests will be busy in the grounds. We'll be alone,' Alessio pointed out soothingly.
âUnwelcome?' Daisy queried tautly, uncertainly.
â
Dio
...surely you don't imagine that I wanted this three-act circus descending on us?' Alessio's mouth twisted with expressive incredulity. âBut they'll be gone soon enough.'
Dio
...surely you don't imagine that I wanted this three-act circus descending on us?' Alessio's mouth twisted with expressive incredulity. âBut they'll be gone soon enough.'
âWhy did Bianca need your permission to use the grounds?' Daisy prompted on the way downstairs, her outrage at the situation ebbing a little as she appreciated that Alessio was no more pleased by the invasion than she was.
âI own the villa now. When Vittorio decided to sell, I bought.'
âSo what has your sister got to do with a fashion shoot?'
âThree months ago she became the owner of a photographic studio. She's trying very hard to make a mark on the fashion world. Nina's a top model,' Alessio explained. âBianca needs her star quality to sell this layout and as Nina is a friend of the family she agreed to help.'
Daisy reconsidered the view she had had of Nina and Alessio together, belatedly conceding that she had seen nothing that might not be described as an affectionate greeting. âNina...is a family friend?'
âOur parents move in the same social circles.'
âI saw you with her,' Daisy heard herself admit with shocking abruptness. âShe was all over you like chickenpox!'
Alessio shifted a broad shoulder beneath Daisy's piercing sideways scrutiny. âNina is very demonstrative. Showbiz-type personalities usually are. And, to be frank,
cara,
she's behaving generously. I
was
seeing her up until very recently.' He delivered the reminder with a hint of reproof.
cara,
she's behaving generously. I
was
seeing her up until very recently.' He delivered the reminder with a hint of reproof.
Horrified to be riven with a white-hot streak of jealousy, Daisy found herself surveying her meal with little appetite. Just knowing that the beautiful,
generous
Nina was around made her feel deeply insecure. Only this morning she had been telling herself that she could handle a marriage of convenience, but already she was drowning in an emotional morass of pain and confusion. Why was it that no other man had ever had the power to tear at her heart with one teasing smile and stop it beating altogether by the simple act of donning a pair of jeans?
generous
Nina was around made her feel deeply insecure. Only this morning she had been telling herself that she could handle a marriage of convenience, but already she was drowning in an emotional morass of pain and confusion. Why was it that no other man had ever had the power to tear at her heart with one teasing smile and stop it beating altogether by the simple act of donning a pair of jeans?
Having dismissed the staff, Alessio replenished her wine with his own hand. Daisy watched those long, lean, denim-clad legs advancing and momentarily shut her eyes in despair, because every treacherous pulse in her body was pounding insanely fast.
âYou're not eating,' Alessio commented tautly.
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