a piece of fiction you invented so long ago, you actually believe it.”
“I told him I’d give him a grandchild.”
“Then you need to find a man who wants to marry you.”
“I found the man I wanted a long time ago.”
“Those wants have to be mutual, Corinne.” Lance added gently, “I never wanted you.”
“You’ve never given us a chance, yet in four days you’ve decided you’re going to marry a perfect stranger.”
“That’s right.”
Her cheeks looked blotched. “I could have turned Geoff against you, but I never did.”
“Your cry of rape is a figment of your mind. Don’t lie, Corinne.”
She gave him a strange smile. “It’s your word against mine. Are you sure you want to risk his revulsion of you?”
He’d had enough of this conversation and started the car. She put her hands on the door.
“I suggest you listen to what I have to say, Lance. If you insist on going through with this travesty of a marriage, then I’ll have to go through with my plan for you.”
He shook his head. “I must admit I’m disappointed you’ve wasted all these years thinking up your revenge against me when you could have worked on becoming a decent human being.
“Going after me will earn you Papa’s loathing. Then where will you be? What will you have accomplished?”
Her question coincided with Andrea’s appearance outside the château. His pulse raced just looking at her.
“You’d be surprised,” Corinne muttered.
Without waiting to hear anything else he got out to open the door for his future wife. She was carrying precious cargo. He’d do whatever it took to see her safely through this pregnancy.
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