The more powerful the family...the darker the secrets. Meet the family everyone’s talking about in this prequel novella to the Sicily’s Corretti Dynasty series, bought to you by Harlequin Presents.
Investigative journalist Emily Hyslop is furious when her editor—and ex—reassigns her from a career-making exposé to a frivolous wedding in Sicily. But scandalous secrets lie behind the union of the rival Corretti and Battaglia families. Things start looking up when Emily meets the most intimidating, not to mention sexiest, man she’s ever encountered....
Detective Anton Soranno has valuable insight into the Correttis and their scandalous dealings...and plenty of reason to hate them. He’s the perfect source of information—and the more he helps Emily with her story, the more time they have to explore their intense desire. But even as their passionate nights uncover surprising feelings in both of them, Emily and Anton know that she must leave Sicily once the wedding is over....
Look for more books in the Sicily’s Corretti Dynasty series, beginning with A Legacy of Secrets by Carol Marinelli.
Uncovering
the Correttis
Carol Marinelli
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
‘A WEDDING?’ Emily Hyslop frowned. ‘You’re not seriously asking me to cover a wedding?’
‘I thought you’d jump at the chance of two nights in Sicily,’ Adam said, knowing full well that she wouldn’t.
Emily was an investigative reporter for a large British newspaper and had just been called into her editor’s office to be asked to cover a wedding. Or rather, her ex-boyfriend was telling her that she would be covering a wedding—at the precise time the case Emily had been working so hard on was about to crack open.
‘I’m working on the Hetherington case.’ Emily tried to keep her voice even. ‘You know that I have to be in Wales this weekend. They’re dredging the lake and I—’
‘I’ve asked Dianne to take it over.’
Emily sat there, her cheeks on fire but trying desperately to appear calm, refusing to let Adam see just how upset she was. Journalism was a fiercely competitive world at the best of times. At the worst of times it was downright cruel. Emily had been working on the Hetherington case on and off for months, utilising her contacts, chasing leads, and now it would seem, again, Dianne was being handed the plum piece and would take the credit for all Emily’s hard work.
You didn’t have to be Einstein to work out why.
Emily had long ago guessed that the arrival of Dianne had been the reason for she and Adam breaking up. Well, Dianne was welcome to Adam but not her job, Emily thought while trying to work out how best to play this.
‘Dianne has amazing contacts and she’s got the edge that’s needed to report a gritty case like this,’ Adam said. ‘I know how hard you’ve worked on it, Emily, but I really feel that you’ve taken it as far as you can.’ Adam didn’t have much of a conscience—you couldn’t do this work otherwise—but even he felt a tinge of discomfort as he attempted to come up with a reason for snatching the case from Emily and handpassing it to Dianne. ‘There are going to be a lot of hard questions if they ever do find a body and asking the tough ones is Dianne’s forte.’ He looked at Emily’s huge blue eyes and blond hair and told himself that Dianne was right. ‘We’ve spoken about this several times. If you want to get on in this field, then you need to toughen up.’
‘And sending me to cover a wedding’s going to achieve that?’ Emily couldn’t keep the sarcasm from her voice; she hadn’t covered a wedding in years, not since she started at the paper.
‘It will go nicely with the travel feature on Sicily that the paper’s running next week.’ Adam wanted the conversation over. ‘Cheer up, Emily. I wouldn’t mind a weekend in Sicily. Instead I’ll be stuck in Wales in the pouring rain....’ He trailed off, perhaps realising what he’d just admitted.
‘So you’re going, too?’
‘It’s a big story.’
Yes, and it had been her story.
Emily gave him a tight smile, stood and headed out to her desk. She could feel all eyes in the office on her. It was clear everyone already knew why she’d been called in to speak with Adam.
At thirty, Emily had been with the paper for eight years and had enjoyed working there till recently. As was the case everywhere these days, there were talks of staff cuts, and Emily was aware that her department was being closely looked at. She could easily envision Adam’s red pen going through her name.
How convenient.
What the hell was I thinking getting involved with someone from work? Her eyes skimmed the brief she had been given but then she stopped thinking about Adam and frowned when she saw a name.
Corretti?
The Correttis were one of Sicily’s most notorious dynasties; she had seen on the news just the other week the funeral of the head of the family, Salvatore Corretti. The security had been incredible and Emily had watched various family members arriving grim faced, their eyes hidden behind dark glasses. She had been intrigued even then.
Emily pulled up the name on her screen and read a little more about the family, her heart starting to race a little as it did when she knew she was onto something, because it would appear that this marriage was so much more than a love match.
Alessandro Corretti was to marry Alessia Battaglia. The Italian media was alight with rumours that Salvatore
