They made their way back to the palace, arms around each other. At the front steps, Ivy paused.
“Kay?” she said questioningly.
“Gone,” Damian said flatly. “She came by boat, or maybe by broom, for all I know, and she’s gone back the same way.”
“It breaks my heart,” Ivy whispered. “To think she hates me enough to have told such lies…” She took a deep breath. “She’s still my stepsister. I can’t help but hope that someday—”
Damian drew her close. “Anything is possible.”
But he knew, even as he said it, that of all the things that had been said on this night, that was the biggest lie of all.
The wedding was on Damian’s yacht, anchored just off Minos.
The sun was bright, the sea was wine-dark and the bride, of course, was beautiful.
Some of the models Ivy had worked with for years were there, as was her agent.
There were two best men instead of one. Nicolo Barbieri—Prince Nicolo Barbieri—and Prince Lucas Reyes.
Nicolo was there with his beautiful wife, Aimee, and their adorable baby.
Lucas was alone, by choice.
“Bring a date,” Damian had told his pal but Lucas knew better. A man took a woman to a wedding, she got ideas.
Useless ideas, he thought firmly, because as happy as Nicolo was, as happy as Damian was, they could keep the marriage thing for themselves.
Not me, he told himself as he watched Damian kiss his glowing bride, never me.
But never, as everyone knows, is a very, very long time…
The Spanish Prince’s Virgin Bride
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE