The Secret Kept From The King (Mills & Boon Modern) by Clare Connelly

Author:Clare Connelly [Connelly, Clare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mills & Boon Modern
Published: 2020-04-30T15:38:45+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

THE DRESS WAS STUNNING. It was perfect for a princess. A pale cream with beads that she was terrified to discover were actual diamonds, stitched around the neckline, the wrists and at the hem, so that the dress itself was heavy and substantial. It nipped in at her waist to reveal the still-flat stomach. On her feet she wore simple silk slippers, for which she was grateful—the last thing she wanted was to be impeded by high heels.

They’d make it far more difficult to run away.

Except she wasn’t going to run away. She caught her reflection in the windows across the room. Evening had fallen, meaning she could see herself more clearly. And more importantly, New York was gone. There were lights, in the distance, and the tooting of cars, but the trees of Bryant Park were no longer visible. She lifted a finger to her throat, toying with the necklace her mother had given her, running the simple silver locket from side to side distractedly.

There were guards everywhere. Escape wasn’t an option. But even if it were, Daisy wasn’t sure she would take it. She knew there were many, many single parents out there doing an amazing job, and perhaps if Daisy hadn’t already been worn down by extreme poverty, hunger, and the fear of living pay cheque to pay cheque, she might have had more faith in her abilities. But the truth was, she knew what it was like to be poor, to be broke, to have enormous debts nipping at her heels, and she wanted so much more for her baby.

It wasn’t just the financial concerns though. It was the certainty that if she didn’t marry Sariq she would need to go back to work as soon as possible, and already she hated the idea of leaving her baby.

Still, marriage felt extreme.

So why wasn’t she fighting? Insisting that she be allowed to call a lawyer?

Was it possible that on some level she actually wanted this? That her body’s traitorous need for his was pushing her towards this fate, even when she wanted to rail against it?

She couldn’t say. But she knew a thousand and one feelings were rushing through her and not all of them were bad. Which made her some kind of traitor to the sisterhood, surely?

She ground her teeth together, looking around this enormous space idly until her eyes landed on a figure on the mezzanine level and she froze.

‘Sariq.’ His name escaped her lips without her consent. Then again, it was preposterous to keep calling him by his title. He was watching her like a hawk, his eyes trained on her in a way that made her stomach clench with white-hot need, so fierce it pushed her lips apart and forced a huge breath from her body. She spun away, ashamed of her base reaction. A moment later, he had descended the steps and was behind her, his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him.

He didn’t speak. His eyes held hers, and he studied her for several seconds.

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