Page 13 of Bought For The Marriage Bed

If she told him who she really was he would have even more reason to claim Georgia, for she could hardly provide for her the way he obviously could and, with Nadia already abandoning her daughter, what hope would there be of fighting back?

But marrying him?

Her heart gave another heavy thump of panic at the thought of being formally tied to him in marriage, all the time having to keep her true identity a secret. But unless Nadia reappeared and claimed her daughter, Nina knew she was going to have to continue with the charade for as long as necessary. What other choice was there? Georgia needed her. She couldn’t let her down.

Two weeks…that was all she had and it wasn’t anywhere near long enough.

She gave a tiny shiver as she thought of him towering over her the way he had, his eyes aflame with dislike. He was ruthlessness and power personified; he was used to simply paying for any obstacles in his path to be removed and she would be the first to be crushed beneath his well-heeled foot.

She gave a little jump when the telephone rang on the small table beside her and, reaching out a still shaking hand, picked up the receiver and held it to her ear.

‘Nina?’ Nadia’s voice rang out airily. ‘I thought I’d call you en route. I’m in Singapore for a couple of hours while the plane refuels.’

‘Do you have any idea of what you’ve done?’ Nina choked, clutching at the receiver with both hands.

‘I know you don’t approve of me leaving Georgia,’ Nadia said. ‘But quite frankly I don’t care. I want—’

‘Will you shut up and listen to me?’ Nina bit out. ‘How could you do that to your own daughter? Not only did you abandon her but you hurt her!’

‘Look.’ Nadia’s tone hardened. ‘She was crying for ages while you were out. It drove me nuts.’

Nina’s stomach churned at the thought of the abuse happening under her very own roof.

‘She’s a defenceless child. You were one once; don’t you remember what it feels like to be so vulnerable?’

‘I don’t remember a thing, so drop it, OK?’

Nina sighed with frustration. Her twin was an expert at burying her head when things got tough. There was nothing she could say or do to change the habits of a lifetime. Her sister was damaged and all she could do now was accept it and do what she could to protect Georgia from repeating the pattern in her own life.

‘Any news from Andre’s people?’ Nadia asked as casually as if asking what the afternoon’s weather had been like in her absence.

‘He came here,’ Nina said through clenched teeth.

‘Who?’

‘You damn well know who!’ She felt close to screaming. ‘Marc in-your-face Marcello.’

‘I thought he might.’

‘How can you be so casual about this?’ Nina cried. ‘He thinks I’m you, for God’s sake!’

Nadia hooted with laughter. ‘Does he really? How amusing.’

‘Well, guess what—I’m not laughing,’ Nina ground out. ‘And you’d better get back here as soon as you can and sort it out.’

‘I’m not coming back,’ Nadia said determinedly. ‘Bryce is expecting me in LA tomorrow. Why don’t you just tell him who you are and be done with it?’

Nina whooshed out a breath. ‘Because he wants Georgia, that’s why.’

‘Does he now?’ Nadia’s sugar-sweet voice grated along Nina’s shredded nerves. ‘So the photograph did the trick then.’

‘What do you mean?’

Nina heard the sound of her sister’s long artificial nails tapping a nearby surface as if she was mentally planning something.

‘He’ll have to pay, of course, but it’s where she belongs anyway. Think of how rich she’ll be when she comes of age, an entire family of billionaire merchant bankers to call on for a loan or two.’

‘I can’t believe you can be so unfeeling about this,’ Nina said reproachfully. ‘Do you know what he means to do?’

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