Sheikh's Scandal

“That happens to you a lot?” she demanded, both shocked and appalled. “How many innocent chambermaids did you seduce?”

“That is none of your business.”

No, really, it wasn’t.

Eyes narrowed, Liyah nevertheless nodded. “While I find it deplorable you apparently never even bothered to find out my first name from Mom, don’t try pretending you didn’t know of my existence. She told me about the support payments.”

“Your mother’s name?” he demanded in a voice icier than she’d ever managed.

“Hena Amari.” There, that should at least clarify things. Though how he hadn’t already made the connection with her last name, Liyah couldn’t figure out.

“And I supposedly had a fruitful tryst with this Hena Amari. Did she work for one of my hotels, too? She must have, I kept my extramarital activities close to home in those days.”

“She was your chambermaid at the Chatsfield San Francisco.”

“What year?” he demanded.

She told him.

He shook his head. “While I am not proud of my behavior during that time in my life, neither am I going to roll over for blackmail.”

“I’m not trying to blackmail you!”

“You mentioned support payments.”

“That you made until I graduated from university. They weren’t large, but they were consistent.”

“Ah, so now we are getting somewhere.”

“We are?” Liyah was more confused than her father had seemed when she first arrived.

“You’re looking for money.”

“I am not.”

“Then why mention the support payments?”

“Because they’re proof you knew about me,” she said slowly and succinctly, as if speaking to a small child.

Either he was being deliberately obtuse, or something here was not as she believed it to be. The prospect of that truth made Liyah pull the familiar cold dignity around her more tightly.

“I never made any such payments.”

“What? No, that’s not possible.” Liyah shook her head decisively. He was lying. He had to be. “Mom told me you weren’t a bad man, just a man in a bad situation.”

Hena had refused to name Liyah’s father while living, but she’d done her best to give her daughter a positive impression of the absentee parent.

As positive as she could in the face of undeniable facts. The man had been much older and married. Hena had been a complete innocent, in America for the first time and too-easy prey.

“She said the support proved you cared about me even if you couldn’t be in my life.” Though that had been his choice, hadn’t it?

He’d kept his affairs secret; he could have kept a minimal relationship with his illegitimate daughter just as heavily under wraps.

“It sounds to me like your mother said a great deal, much of it fabricated.” He sounded unimpressed and too matter-of-fact to be prevaricating.

Sick realization washed over Liyah in a cold, unstoppable wave that made her feel like she was drowning. She was breathing, but couldn’t get enough air. Betrayal choked her.

Her mother had lied to her.