Public Marriage, Private Secrets by Helen BianchinMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
Hero coveted by another woman + other woman is a bitch stalker and psychotic + describes parties and clothes of the rich in detail.
The explosive meltdown had come when she had called his cellphone one evening while he was on a business trip in Argentina and Sierra had answered, almostpurring with delight as she‟d revealed that „now is not a good time…comprende?‟ As if the implication might be misunderstood, Sierra had sharpened the verbal barb with unvarnished clarity. „Raúl is filling the spa-bath. Need I say I‟m about to join him?‟
Bittersweet words, Gianna reflected, given she’d suffered a miscarriage within seven weeks of becoming Gianna Velez-Saldaña.
Grief, sorrow…dammit, hormones, had succeeded in providing an altered reasoning. Together with the sweetly delivered but nonetheless heartless words from Sierra, one of Raúl’s ex-lovers, who had essayed it might have been prudent to wait until closer to the child’s birth before rushing into marriage.
Raúl. Ex-lover, estranged husband…and a man she had fervently hoped never to see again.
When she had left Madrid, she’d only taken what she had brought into the relationship. All the gifts he’d generously bestowed…clothing, lingerie, jewellery…had been left behind.
No longer would she toy with the idea of divorce. As soon as she returned to Australia she’d consult her lawyer and have him file the necessary papers.
‘Rafaela.’ His acknowledgement held polite warmth, but little more.
‘Gianna.’ ‘Another cousin, querido?’ ‘My wife.’ Rafaela’s eyes flashed momentarily, although to give her credit she recovered quickly. ‘The marriage is over, sí?’
‘Sierra is holidaying on the island.’
Sierra visiting Argentina at the same time as Raúl had been in Rio on business. Coincidentally staying at the same hotel or so she’d said. When Gianna had called him, it had been Sierra who had answered the phone in his suite.
‘So…what prompted you to return? His billions? Or his ability to make you feel like the kind of woman no other man can?’ Oh, boy. She held Sierra’s vindictive gaze, and evinced quietly, ‘I’m in Mallorca at Raúl’s request.’
‘Raúl should move on to a woman who is fertile.’
Sierra leaned in close and voiced in a hideous whisper, ‘Watch your back. It doesn’t pay to be too clever.’
Her accidental pregnancy had delighted him, precipitating the wedding. But the unforeseen miscarriage had been followed soon after by Sierra’s damnably false innuendos…and Gianna had slipped to a place where he’d been unable to reach her.
He caught hold of her chin and tilted it so she had no recourse but to meet the darkness in his eyes. ‘There has never been anyone since you. No one.’ No one? Not even…
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