Marrying His Majesty. Marion LennoxЧитать онлайн книгу.
she playing at?’ Alex growled.
She’d seen him now. Incredibly, she gave him a cheery smile and a wave. She looked like a woman who’d just returned from a pleasure cruise.
She looked… lovely.
Or not. He gave himself a sharp mental swipe to the side of the head. Remember this woman’s like her sister. Lovely is surface deep, he told himself. What’s inside is selfish, greedy and shallow.
Testosterone was not what was needed.
What was needed was a swift end to this farce.
But she didn’t look concerned. She seemed to be the only passenger, standing calmly on the deck as lines were secured… as a crewman carried a couple of bags from below… as Alex gave up waiting and stepped over onto the deck.
‘Hi,’ she said, and she smiled brightly again, as if he was a friend she was pleased to meet after a casual morning’s cruise. ‘I thought you might be here. Good detective work.’
‘Are you out of your mind?’
‘No,’ she said, and kept right on smiling. ‘Why would you think that?’
‘You’ve taken the baby… ’
‘No,’ she said, and her smile slipped a little. ‘Not the baby. My baby.’
‘Yours.’ The word sucked air from his lungs.
‘Michales is mine,’ she said. She turned to the crew and her smile returned. ‘Thanks, guys. You’ve been fabulous. Please thank Ben for me. I can manage from here.’
‘We’ve organised transport. And security.’ One of the crew—by his demeanour, Alex assumed he was captain—motioned to the dock, and for the first time Alex was aware of a limousine. A uniformed chauffeur was standing at attention, and two dark-suited men stood behind.
‘Will I need security?’ Lily asked, seemingly of the world at large. ‘I’m sure I won’t.’ She turned back to Alex and gave him another of her bright smiles. ‘It’s up to you, Your Highness. Will I need muscle to protect what’s mine?’
‘I don’t know what you mean.’
She motioned to the men beside him. ‘I think you do. You thought you might take my baby away from me.’
‘He’s not your baby.’
‘He is.’
‘Miss.’ It was the immigration official. Alex had laid the situation before the US immigration authorities, asking for discretion. This man was senior enough to know what to do, and he had the authority to do it. He was wearing a look of determination and gravitas—an official about to lay down the law. ‘According to His Highness, this baby is the Crown Prince of the Diamond Isles. He’s the son of King Giorgos and Queen Mia.’
‘That was a mistake,’ Lily said. ‘Michales is mine. His birth is registered under my name. He’s a citizen of the United States.’
‘That’s not been proven,’ the man said, clearly unimpressed. ‘You can’t arrive in the States with a baby and claim he’s yours.’
‘Without proof,’ Lily finished for him.
‘Registering the baby’s birth isn’t proof.’
‘No,’ she said softly. ‘But this is.’ She handed over a wallet she’d had tucked under Michales’s shawl. ‘This is confirmation by legitimate medical authorities that I had a baby less than six months ago. You’ll see it’s indisputable—the French authorities were very thorough when I told them what I needed. Also attached is the report of DNA samples from my son and from me. I’m happy to have the tests repeated here if you wish, but you’ll get the same answers. This baby was passed off by my brother-in-law, the King of the Diamond Isles, as his own, in order to prevent Prince Alexandros ascending to the throne. But this baby is mine, and I intend to keep him.’
She wanted this to be over. She was desperate for it to be over. She needed to sound brave, but inside she felt ill. And the way Alex was looking at her…
No. Concentrate on the official. He was the man she had to convince.
She met the immigration official’s gaze directly, trying desperately to ignore Alex. The effect he had on her had to be ignored. Everything about him had to be ignored. ‘Is there anything more you need from me?’ she managed. ‘Michales is due for a feed in less than an hour. I want my son settled in his new home by then. If you gentlemen will excuse us, we need to get on.’
The immigration official was leafing swiftly through the papers, his brow creasing in confused recognition.
‘These are highly reputable authorities,’ he said at last.
‘I told you. I’ve used the best. But of course, as I said, I’m happy for the tests to be repeated.’
‘We’ll contact you,’ the immigration official said, but his tone had changed. ‘In view of this gentleman’s allegations… ’ He motioned to Alex, but there was no way Lily was looking there. ‘We may well need to have these verified. But on the surface everything appears in order. Welcome home, miss, to you and your son.’
‘Thank you.’ It was over. Thank God. She took a step towards the gangplank.
Alex was suddenly in front of her.
On the dock, the two men were out from behind the car almost before he blocked her passage, moving purposely towards them. Good old Ben, Lily thought appreciatively. She’d never met her sister’s lover, but in the first flush of romance anything was possible. Especially if you had billions and your girlfriend was being threatened with being landed with an unwanted baby if he didn’t agree.
She hadn’t meant her threats but she’d used them anyway. ‘He’s your baby until proven otherwise,’ she’d told Mia. ‘I’ll bring him to you and I’ll keep on bringing him to you until you help me.’
So Ben’s money was at her disposal. She might need it still, she thought. Alex surely couldn’t carry her baby off by force but… who knew? He looked angry enough to try.
‘Let me pass, Alex,’ she said, but his hands fell onto her shoulders and held.
‘What the hell are you playing at?’
‘I’m taking what’s mine,’ she said, jutting out her chin. Trying to sound braver than she was. ‘Michales is mine.’
‘Are you kidding? He belongs to Mia and Giorgos.’
‘I just explained that was a lie.’ She took a deep breath. Okay. This had to be said some time. What better time than right now? ‘Think about why they might have lied, Alex,’ she said gently. ‘You’ll see for yourself what’s happened.’
His anger was building. ‘The three of you lied? You agreed to it?’
‘I was… ill.’
‘You mean you were paid,’ he snapped, staring around at the luxury yacht as if it had a bad smell. ‘I know your family. You don’t have a penny to bless yourself with.’
‘Let’s not get personal.’
‘This is nonsense.’ He stared down at the baby in her arms. Cocooned in a soft cream alpaca shawl, Michales slept on, oblivious to the drama being played out around him. ‘Of course the baby’s Mia’s,’ he snapped. ‘He looks like Mia, and he looks like Giorgos.’
‘No, he doesn’t,’ she said, so softly that no one but Alex could hear.
‘He does.’
‘Well, maybe a bit,’ she conceded. ‘But then Mia looks like me. And Giorgos… Giorgos had the Sappheiros royal family features. Who else do I know who might have those features? Work out the dates, Alex. Go figure.’
And, with a faint smile, the result