The Mischievous Bride (36 page)

No, this couldn't be true.

An uneasy chill spread down her back as she flipped through the marked pages of credits and debits. The expenditures of the past year were all itemized. Invoices and bills were totaled. Family jewels and silver had been sold. The quaint cottage in Yorkshire had been mortgaged. Taxes were due in two months.

Debts and more debts. The columns showed continuous losses. It was all there for her to read.

"Oh, Aunt Phoebe." Victoria slouched forward, tucked a strand of mahogany hair behind her ear, and closed her eyes in anguish.

Leaning her elbow on the desk, she brought a shaky hand to her brow, breathing in the bouquet of lavender that still lingered in the air. It was Phoebe's scent. Her aunt must have left the library only minutes ago.

Victoria swallowed past the lump in her throat and opened her eyes, turning back to today's date. The numbers in the right-hand column of the page were smudged with fresh tears.

Sickened, Victoria shifted a blank gaze toward the library window. A moaning wind blew hard about Hanover Square, sending dust and grime swirling in the air, mimicking the tumultuous emotions clouding her mind. The trees outside the Chester townhouse resisted against the mighty force of nature, but they eventually bowed, not able to combat the storm hovering in the distance.

Wiping a hand across her eyes, Victoria turned her attention back to the ledger. The storm would come. It was inevitable. Her wonderful aunt would be all but penniless in a few months. Victoria's chest tightened in dread at the thought of Phoebe in debtor's prison.

No, her heart answered with a stab of pain. Not Phoebe. Not the lady who had been her guardian angel, taking her in at the age of twelve, as if she were her very own child, after Victoria's parents had died.

Victoria's lips trembled and her nose started to sting. She had never planned on peeking at her aunt's books, but curiosity had taken hold of her like a demon in the night. One minute she was fiddling inside the crammed drawer, searching for an ink well and an extra quill for William, her aunt's six-year-old son, and the next minute she was staring at the accounting ledger that had literally fallen into her lap. Impulsively, she had opened the book without ever thinking that she would be invading her aunt's private domain.

It had been wrong of her to look in the book, but she was glad she had done it. Aunt Phoebe, her father's sister, was all that was good. Beautiful, poised, and without a hateful bone in her body, Phoebe moved about London, conveying such an easy grace that once she had actually caught the Prince Regent's eye at a masquerade ball.

After that episode, Victoria vividly remembered Uncle Henry refusing to be present at anything the Regent was attending, unless it was ordered by royal decree. And if Henry did not attend, Phoebe refused to go either.

No, Henry Chester had loved Aunt Phoebe with an all-consuming passion, and she had loved him back. When Henry died, Phoebe had been heartbroken, but she moved on, trying to make a good life for Victoria, William, and Sarah, Phoebe's niece on Henry's side.

Sarah had been orphaned as well, but her parents died when she was but two. Unlike Victoria, Sarah, now eighteen, had never remembered her parents.

Though Victoria remembered her uncle fondly, it didn't change the fact that Henry had never been good with money. He drank a little too much at the gaming tables, losing enormous sums, and ventured into madcap plans of becoming rich, only to lose much of his fortune in a scheme gone awry. He meant well, but he wasn't good at keeping or making money.

Mentally tallying the columns, Victoria realized Uncle Henry had been punting on the River Tick when he died two years ago, and it seemed poor Phoebe had been selling off everything to her name just to keep afloat.

Oh, Uncle Henry. Not you, too.

Victoria had learned that trusting a man with one's future always bordered on trouble, and that is why she meant to choose her own road in life. Her father had failed her by dying and leaving her with nothing, and even dear Uncle Henry had failed Phoebe, Sarah, William, and her by his irresponsible behavior.

No, trust of the male gender was not something that came easy to Victoria. She tried to suppress the anger that curled inside her at the men whom she loved and had abused that trust. In truth, she felt stretched like a violin string, ready to snap in two, if she let one more male decide her fate.

"Vicki, where is the ink? I have been waiting a very long time. Almost a hundred hours!"

Victoria jumped at the sound of William's voice. She turned her gaze toward the doors where the boy hurried into the room. His play sword, a long wooden replica, swung at his side while yellow curls bounced playfully about his face.

She fought the ache in her throat and flipped the ledger closed, trying to control the trembling within her. What would happen to Sarah and little William if funds did not arrive in time to pay the debts? What would become of Phoebe? What would become of them all?

"Botheration! Vicki, are you listening to me? I've been waiting in my chambers for... forever! You were going to show me how to draw a pirate ship. 'Member?"

Victoria smiled. "Of course, I remember, silly. I was looking for extra ink." She reached toward the back of the jammed drawer and pulled out the ink and quill, easing the accounting ledger back into place. "There, all set."

William peeked over the edge of the desk. "Are you hiding treasures in there, me princess?"

Victoria threw a hand to her breast. "Oh, no, Captain. I would never hide treasures from you."

William jumped on top of a nearby wing chair and sliced his sword through the air. "Never fear. I will fight all the pirates on the high seas and save you! Your treasures are safe with me!"

Victoria chuckled and rendered the boy her deepest curtsy. "I am in your debt, sir. What do you ask of me?"

William took a flying leap onto the Aubusson rug, then puffed out his chest like a preening peacock. "You must show me how to draw a pirate ship!"

"I will, Captain. You have my solemn word."

The sword swooshed through the air. "Very well. Let us begin at once, me princess. And don't worry about the pirates. I will protect you with my life! Let us be off before the villains find us."

When William's small hand slipped across her palm in such a trusting grip, Victoria's heart turned, and she knew without a doubt that she would protect this boy with her life.

"I think a pirate with a skull on his flag is a good idea, don't you think, Vicki? We could put that in the drawing, huh?"

"Anything you like, me Captain."

"I will have the bestest ship in the whole wide world when I am grown. Did you know that?" William looked up expectantly, his innocent gaze fixed on her face.

Victoria smiled at the twinkling blues eyes glancing up at her. "Of course. The bestest ship for the bestest captain, me Captain."

The boy laughed.

Victoria's heart squeezed. She would never let this boy go hungry. Never! She owed her family all the security they had given her when she had come to them a fearful and penniless twelve-year-old. Her parents had left her nothing, but it had mattered not to Phoebe or Uncle Henry.

Victoria had been with Phoebe for more than nine wonderful years, and she would never change a minute of it.

"Do you think we could have another ship, Vicki? One with a good captain?"

"We must have two ships, or we would not have a fight between good and evil."

"But good always wins, right, Vicki?"

"Yes, William," she paused, "good always wins in the end."

At that moment Victoria promised herself that Aunt Phoebe, Sarah, and William would always have a decent home. They would never be hungry or want for anything. Never. As long as she had breath within her, Victoria would do what she had to do in order to see that her family was kept safe and secure.

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Coming later in 2014!!!

Finally, the Duke of Elbourne and his young duchess get their own story in Book 5 of The Clearbrooks!

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