The Spanish Billionaire's Hired Bride (14 page)

Helen felt queasy with shock and galled with disappointment. Ricardo had a secret child. It was starting to make sense as she recalled their visit to Antonio’s place. Ricardo’s affection for the boy, his interest in school and sport…Oh God and the resemblance! How could she not have noticed that? They both had the same long limbs, dark features, hair, the smile.

“And his mother?” Helen’s throat hurt as she forced the words out, unable to look at him.

“His mother was a crazy bitch and she’s gone for good.” He stared blankly out to sea before adding, “that’s already more than you should know.”

Helen’s head was spinning as she tried to make sense of what she had been told. “Does Pirro know?”

Ricardo shook his head. “He was told his parents died in tragic circumstances and that they loved him very much. He will discover his true inheritance when he turns eighteen and has had a normal, loving childhood out of the limelight.” He rubbed the back of his neck and closed his eyes. “It really is for the best.”

Helen’s scalp prickled with outrage for Pirro and disgust for Ricardo’s lack of concern. Not to mention the lies. “Don’t you think he’ll be shocked when he finds out?”

“Probably. But he’ll cope.”

“Don’t be surprised if he hates you.” How on earth could she have deluded herself into thinking Ricardo might want to have a child with her? She’d completely lost her mind in this place. He had no intention of prolonging their arrangement beyond the three months. It was time to snap out of this lunacy once and for all. But anger made her keep going. “Didn’t you ever
consider
having him live with you?”

“A child needs two parents. Antonella tried for a while and I did what I could, but neither of us knew what we were doing. And then when Papa died, she made it quite clear that it could only be a temporary measure. It was kinder to let him go with Antonio and Maria. We knew they could be trusted to give him a good life.”

“I guess that’s what you would describe as tough love,” Helen replied bitterly. “So thoughtful of you.”

Helen felt crushed. He walked away from his son. If he could coldly hand over his own flesh and blood, what hope did she ever have of finding a niche in his heart? Why did she ever think for one second that Ricardo would see her in an exceptional light? He must consider her the ultimate gold digger, the one who asked for more. The harpy who callously took him for millions! He would never view her with anything more than contempt, a
perra,
a bitch, just like his sister-in-law and Pirro’s mother.

“Christ, it’s just as well this marriage isn’t real because I’d be having serious doubts about it already.” Helen abruptly stood up, ignoring the look of surprise on Ricardo’s face. Her voice shook as she stood on one leg to put on her sandals. “I’d like to go back now, Ricardo. I need to phone my Mum.”

Chapter Thirteen

Ricardo cursed under his breath and kicked at Lucia’s old pine chair outside the kitchen door. He felt a stab of shame as it tumbled backwards onto the stone floor, snapping a few tender herbs from a planter as it went. He was experiencing acute frustration since Helen had stormed in from the car and said she would be a while on the phone.

He’d had it all planned out—the romantic picnic, his family skeletons brought out into the open, and then the surprise proposal that they remain married. He’d been honest and exposed his inner self in a way he had never dared, and then he’d completely screwed it up. That’s what you got for trying to be honest. He knew exactly when the mood had changed. Helen had been sweet at the tomb, which he had been worried about taking her to. Not exactly a hot date. He’d broached the subject of children and then he’d mentioned Pirro…

She was angry with him because he wouldn’t tell her more about the circumstances of his adoption. But he couldn’t. It was a stipulation in Primeiro’s will, the child provision clause that insisted his child be brought up anonymously in the event of both parents’ death. Out of the public eye until his eighteenth birthday when he would inherit and be old enough to make his own decisions.

He wanted to tell her how much it had hurt him to comply with those wishes, how it had torn his heart to shreds to hand over his twin brother’s child.

He could tell her once she agreed to remain as his wife for real. Then, when he had that commitment from her, he would be sure that he could trust her to keep the Almanza secret that Pirro was the true heir who would always be a non-negotiable part of his life. He loved the boy as if he was his own. How could he not?

Then his heart stilled for a second
.
Maybe she would be disappointed that any child they had together would not be the Almanza empire’s heir? He shook his head to erase the thought. Helen could never be that greedy, and besides he could provide her with more than she could ever dream of. The Almanza empire was vast, but Ricardo had made as many, if not more, millions in his own right. He
was
a self-made billionaire after all.

The issue niggled at him. He needed to know where those two million euro he’d given Helen had gone if they were to remain as man and wife in a proper sense. There had to be no other secrets between them. He’d already seen what deceit had done to his family and that poison was not going to leach into another generation if he had his way. He would have it out with her. Gently. Sensitively. And if all else failed he’d get his security people on to it, have her investigated, but that wouldn’t be necessary, he was sure. He didn’t want to do something like that behind her back unless he had to. If she was honest with him, and proved herself trustworthy he would tell her everything about him, everything she wanted to know.

…

“Bloody hell.”

Helen flopped backwards onto the emperor-sized bed and covered her face with her hands. She’d lied to Ricardo about wanting to phone her mum. They’d already spoken that morning when Ricardo was getting the picnic ready and she was dressing. She just needed a few minutes to re-group, gather her thoughts and come to terms with the emotions muddling her brain. She had to deal with this rationally, logically, not hysterically, and she needed to form a business plan for her heart, just like she imagined Ricardo would. List out all the facts and form a strategy on the way forward.

Her hands dropped to her sides and she stared at the ceiling. “Stupid girl.”

It wasn’t just the great sex. It was hopeless whichever way she looked at it. However much her mind told her he was bad news, she loved him nevertheless. She had fallen in love with a man so cold he could give his own child away. But it had happened somewhere along the line without her even suspecting it was possible, and now she couldn’t turn time back. She was angry with him, but couldn’t alter the way she felt about him. She was stuck with it.

So what next? Her heart was going to be broken, that’s what. In less than three months he would be out of her life forever and she’d be sent back into the world alone. What other options did she have? She should face the fact that Ricardo didn’t want closeness or love. He didn’t want a long-term relationship, and he’d hammered it home that he certainly didn’t want a wife.

The best that could come out of this was for her to make the most of the time they had together, and for her to enjoy her honeymoon heaven while it lasted. It could be worse. She had plenty of money in the bank now so the world would be her oyster in the long future ahead. But she would never love again, not like this. No man would ever match up to Ricardo Almanza even with his deep flaws.

The bedroom phone began to ring and Helen bolted upright, feeling dizzy with the abruptness of her reaction. Instinctively, she picked up the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Darling, surprise! It’s me, Antonella.”

“Oh…hi.” The sound of the Condesa’s voice was an unwelcome one at the best of times, but this was supposed to be their honeymoon and her nerves were already in shreds. “Ricardo’s not here right now. Shall I get him to call you back?”

“No, no, no, you silly girl. I’m on the internal line, in the drawing room. I’ve come to see you both. Isn’t that fun?”

For God’s sake.

“I’ll be right down,” Helen said, hoping the dread she was feeling didn’t show in her voice. Hopefully she would just have to say a polite hello and Ricardo would deal with her from there. Lucia must have let her in and let Ricardo know his stepmother had turned up. “Just as quickly as I can.”

It was naughty of her to dawdle, she knew that, but Helen had secretly hoped that the Condesa would get fidgety as usual and go off shopping or something before she came down. Five minutes was her usual boredom threshold. But no such luck. There she was, her black sky-high chignon poking up from behind the back of a large armchair. She turned upon hearing the door open. “Helen, how lovely to see you again. You look well…” Which meant ‘you’ve put on weight.’

“And you,
Condesa
, are as radiant as always.” Helen bent to kiss her politely on the cheek. “This
is
a surprise.”

“You must call me Antonella now, dear, you’re family after all.” She smiled as if something amusing had occurred to her, and wriggled down comfortably into the cushions. “So where’s my dreadful stepson?”

“I’m not actually sure,” Helen said, feeling irritated that he wasn’t there in body to deal with his unwelcome and uninvited relative. “I’d kind of assumed that he’d be here with you when you called.”

“Some honeymoon,” the Condesa hooted. “The bride’s lost the groom already!”

God, the woman was annoying. “So, um, I’m assuming you got a cab up here? We’re a fair way off the beaten track.”

“Good grief, no! My new assistant’s come away with me for a little break. I’m too exhausted for a cruise at this time of year, so she suggested a spot of island hopping. Great fun! And I thought that just so long as we’re on Menorca, you could show her how you do the Bloody Marys.” She ran her hands over her hairdo and did a theatrical shiver. “Wasn’t that clever of me? I’m even multitasking now.”

“A new assistant?” Helen was trying to summon up Ricardo with the power of thought alone and was failing miserably. Where
was
he? “That was quick work.”

“I
know
! As luck would have it the agency had the perfect candidate, she’d just signed up, English like you. Except more refined.”

“Right…”
Hell’s teeth
. “So have you left the poor woman waiting for you in the car?”

“In the car? What do you think I am? Lou-lou? Lou-lou! Come here immediately and talk to Helen.”

A distant female voice replied from outside on the terrace. “Coming, madam.”

“Good, she’s on her way.” The Condesa made a harrumphing noise and heaved herself up and out of the armchair. “And
I’m
going to find that stupid boy, Ricardo. Have fun!”

Helen closed her eyes for a second to thank the universe that her Ordeal By Condesa was at an end. She listened to the sound of her heels clicking on the terracotta tiles until they faded away and then her blood froze.

“
Hola
, Mouse,” the female voiced purred with pure poison. “It took me ages to track you down and find out the agency you worked for, but I got there in the end. Your mum was very obliging with info too, the gullible dip.”

Helen’s body stiffened as she took in the horribly familiar brown bob and harsh grey eyes. “What are you doing here, Kat? What do you want?” Her hands felt like blocks of ice as she gripped the back of a chair. “You can’t get to me anymore.”

“Darling!” the bully said briskly. “I can’t imagine what you mean by that, and
do
call me Lidia, that’s my name now, remember. Kat Humby is so common sounding now I’ve gone up so far in the world. Although, why that old bag insists on calling me
Lou-lou
is anyone’s guess. Still, she’s fulfilled her purpose now.”

“I suppose I should be grateful you don’t want us to call you by your ridiculous off the shelf title,
Lady
Skiptree.”

“Oh, we’re pretty much level pegging these days, Lovie. And that’s part of the reason I wanted to pop in and congratulate you. I just
have
to know how you managed to bag that old devil Almanza. He swore he’d never do it, get married that is. You must have some spectacular tricks up your sleeve, darling, although God knows where you picked those up. It can’t have been from your pony magazines, surely?” She snorted ungraciously and leant against the frame of the glass door. “He’s damn fine in the sack, isn’t he?”

“What are you talking about?” Helen felt a mixture of indignation and fear prickle over her.

“Oh, didn’t he tell you? I suppose he’s known hundreds of spectacular women in his time, so he may not have. We had a bit of a thing once, during a conference in London.” The other woman barked a false laugh and took a step into the drawing room. “Isn’t it just the most amazing coincidence? That he should end up marrying my old school chum? The chubby little girl that gave my brother her virginity in our barn.”

Helen’s mind went blank as she stood silently rubbing her brow. She couldn’t think straight.

“Still awake, Mouse? I also thought you ought to know something else before Ricardo gets you to sign anything.”

“Like what?” Helen knew her nemesis wasn’t present through any good motive. She just wanted to run away, but knew it would be easier to hear her out than to have her dig her heels in and refuse to leave until she’d done what she’d set out to do.

“Please tell me you’ve not signed anything. You haven’t, have you? He’s very devious when it comes to business you know, you never get something for nothing with an Almanza, believe me.”

“Just get on with it and get out.”

“The marina development is a joint venture between the Skiptree Estate and Fothergill Enterprises.”

“So?” Helen said. That deal was no secret, but where was Ricardo supposed to come in all this?

Lidia sighed heavily. “Oh Mousey Marshall, you’re as dim and gullible as your mother. Fothergill is the UK operating subsidiary of the Almanza empire. They use it to gloss over the fact that prime land is being effectively developed by foreigners. Prevents some of the hippy protest nonsense at the planning application stage and lets us real business people get on with the business of making money. Have you worked it out yet? The development project is all Almanza’s idea, his baby. Lock stock and barrel.”

“You’re making this up as you go along. Please stop being so spiteful and—”

Helen heard a sharp intake of breath as Lidia stepped closer and her voice dropped menacingly. “Who do you think pulled the plug on your parents’ loan facility, darling? Anything to speed things up a bit. You don’t keep Ricardo Almanza waiting, do you now? A teensy bit unethical on his part, but it did make me laugh at the time. What’s the point in being the director of a world bank and not being able to pull a few strings, eh?”

“You really are an evil bitch.”

“I’m concerned for you, mousy dear, in case he’s trying to dupe you out of Primrose Farm as well. They have some peculiar laws out here when it comes to marriage and property. Mad Spaniards.”

“I’m busy now, and I think it’s time you and Antonella went on your way.” Helen could feel her legs beginning to shake. “I’m assuming you took this job just to get to me, so that Bloody Mary recipe won’t be necessary.”

“You’re smarter than you look. I’m sure you’re eager to get back on your magnificent Spanish stallion, but I’m telling you it won’t be long before he dumps you like all the others. Like he did me. And don’t get any silly ideas about falling pregnant, waste of time financially. Rumor has it there’s already an heir. Somewhere.”

“Get out.”

Lidia smiled and put her face so close to Helen’s that she could smell her thick make up. “I’m finished with you for now anyway, Marshall, but you’ve not seen the last of me.”

Helen heard her vile, poisonous laughter getting fainter as she slumped onto a sofa and felt sick. She scrunched her legs up tightly against her chest and rested her forehead on her knees.

How could she have been so completely and utterly stupid?

She would not cry. The bully would not make her cry again after all these years. Gritting her teeth and swallowing down the acidity in her throat, Helen knew she had to pull herself together. She couldn’t let the bully win. Even though her chest began to feel uncomfortably tight, she walked calmly into the nearest bathroom, splashed water on her face, and applied some makeup to hide the signs of her distress. Her world was a mess and she had no idea what to do next, but whatever was going to happen, she might as well go and face it head on.

…

“You must believe me. I had no idea that Antonella would pull a stunt like this,” Ricardo said, pulling out a chair for Helen on the terrace. “I’ve given her a good telling off, and she’ll be gone after she’s had a swim and a shower.”

“Thank goodness for that, because I was on the verge of killing her.”