Marcus couldn’t believe fate. Somehow good fortune smiled upon him.
After the way the meeting ended with Hawk, he wondered if he would ever get to hold Isabelle again. At first when he saw her in his room, wearing the red gown Hawk had given her, confused emotions twisted in his stomach. Hawk had hurt her terribly, so why did she choose that moment to give herself to Lord Lockwood?
His subconscious argued that he was Lockwood. Hawk and the viscount were the same person, so why should it matter?
During their passionate night of lovemaking, her hands had wandered to his chest. Surprisingly enough, he’d remembered not to let her touch his scar. Not
Marcus wore a permanent smile as he walked down the street toward Thorne Shipping. His wife fulfilled him beyond reason. And he loved her completely.As badly as he wanted to confess his feelings, he worried that she wasn’t ready to hear those three special words from Lord Lockwood yet. But the wait would drive him insane.Several people greeted him, and he tipped his hat, giving them a nod. When his name was shouted from across the street, he turned and scanned the crowd, trying to find who tried to gain his attention. A portly older gentleman waved one hand while the other held a hat on his head. The man’s large belly and double chin jiggled with each
Marcus paced his study, raking his fingers through his hair. Sinister thoughts raced in his mind, and he couldn’t straighten them out. Plans were in place, and soon he’d discover what his brother had kept secretive all this time. With any luck, Napoleon’s army would be involved, too. He’d kill two birds with one stone. Literally.Mrs. Westland was part of the plan. He just didn’t know how. Yet, he did know Matthew used her to seduce other men for information.That woman made Marcus nervous. From what he gathered, she knew his twin well. They’d been in some kind of scheme together, which Marcus would eventually disclose. He especially worried she’d discover he wasn’t Matthew. That would certainly ruin h
Isabelle paced in her room, flexing her hands against her side, anticipating the time her husband would leave for his meeting. If he waited much longer, she would go insane.Heavy footsteps pounded on the floor. She rushed to her door and pressed her ear against the wood. Marcus’ footsteps moved past her room and descended the stairs. Relieved the time had finally arrived, she quickly slipped out of her wrapper and pulled on the boys’ clothes her maid had fetched for her earlier this evening. Thankfully, her maid found large black breeches, shirt and overcoat to hide Isabelle’s womanly figure. She stuffed her long hair into a brown cap before leaving her room and sneaking down the servant’s stairs. When she reached outside without being spotted by her husband’s staff, she breathed easier.
“Marc—Marc—Marcus?” Lord Blackstone’s stutter turned into a fit of coughs. She rose from her chair and hurried to the table where a picture of water and glass sat. She poured him a fair amount and brought it back to him. “Here, drink this.”He nodded and sipped the drink. Slowly, his coughs subsided and he breathed deeply.“Forgive me for upsetting you, my lord.”“Not your fault. I have a heart condition, and sometimes I cannot breathe well.” He took another sip out of the
The second Marcus arrived at home, an ominous feeling washed over him like a dark cloud filling his soul. Something wasn’t right. A different atmosphere hung in the air, causing anger to rise in his bosom. There had only been a few times he’d experienced this feeling, mostly in the presence of his father. So why now?Just before he reached the stairs, Gentry rushed in from the kitchen.“My lord, you have an unexpected visitor.”“I do?”“Yes. Lord Blackstone arrived this morning and waits for you in your study.”
“What?” Marcus stared at the boy, not believing what he’d heard.Monkey nodded. “She saw me today and bade me give Hawk this message. She wants to meet ye in the abandoned building by Thorne Shipping.”“Did she say why?”“No, but she looked mighty put out. Whatever she has to say to Hawk I’m sure will be upsetting.”“Aye, it will.” He gnashed his teeth. Why would she want to see Hawk now, especially after confessing her love to her husband? There was only one way to find out. “When does she want to meet Hawk
In three steps Marcus stood in front of his father, grabbed his shirt and shook him. “Tell me. What trap have you planned?”Slowly, a grin stretched across the old man’s face until a full-blown laugh shook his chest. The eerie sound grated on Marcus’ nerves.“You don’t deserve Lord Lockwood’s title,” his father spat.Marcus pushed his father away, roughly. “You never deserved the title of Father.” He shook his head. “You’ll never know everything you put me through as a child, making me feel worthless in your eyes just because I was sick. However, because of your treatment, I was determined to gro
For the next few days, Marcus stayed in his bedroom or his study, drinking his sorrows away. Not even rum affected him anymore.Because of his lies, he’d lost Isabelle. She hadn’t talked to him since the night his father died, but her silence said it all. She wouldn’t forgive him, and soon she’d leave and return to her aunt and uncle in France.Agony twisted inside of him, causing so much pain and sorrow, sapping away his will to live. How could he go on without her? She had brought joy into his life—happiness he didn’t think he deserved. Now he wanted it back. He wanted to smile again, laugh, and love, but only if she was with him.Latest chapter