‘I do?’ Evanthia asked, picking one of the suitcases up.

‘I can do it,’ Alessandra answered with a smile. ‘Thank you for the offer.’

Evanthia started talking, gesturing wildly.

Not having the faintest idea what the housekeeper was saying or what her gestures meant, Alessandra smiled and nodded politely. Eventually Evanthia bustled off after making gestures Alessandra thought might have indicated food.

As soon as she was alone in her room she set about unpacking, hanging her clothes in the empty dressing room.

A dressing room that would only ever contain feminine clothes.

Silly little Alessandra, she thought, folding into drawers the new underwear she’d brought expecting her husband to remove them.

She could wear bloomers and he would neither know nor care.

point in the preceding weeks she’d allowed herself to believe their marriage could be like

allowed herself to believe that Christian could be someone in whom she could trust, not only with her

seedlings and ripped them up, a reminder that he’d never wanted the garden in the

made love to her on their wedding night? Out

must have made love to her because she was there and he could. She could have been any woman

was her own lack of sexual experience that had failed to recognise

expect them to sleep together again or was that

that question. The humiliation of his answer would be too

and fulfilling had been all one-sided. Christian had been

lovers in the same way. Why did she think she was so special that Casanova Markos would want to share a bed

wasn’t doing anything they hadn’t previously agreed. She had to accept things as they

land surrounding the villa. Flat and one-dimensional and not a single

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