The rain was still falling. " George Denham. " Amelia stated. She didn't look surprised when Abigail told her because she already had a suspicion. No wonder Simon said those things. She could still remember his words after she had introduced herself. *If you are his wife, he couldn't have allowed you to come here* It was obvious that Dane didn't like the Denham family because of George's affair with his mother. " Yes. The Denhams are bound to cheat on their partners or have secret affairs. It runs in their blood. From generation to generation. " Abigail continued. Amelia gasped. It's just like a curse. So Jacob was bound to cheat on her even without her losing the baby. Losing the baby was just an excuse he used to justify his wrongdoing. He was following in his ancestor's footsteps. History was just repeating itself. The next morning. As soon as Amelia stepped out of her room, she noticed some movement to her right, and her gaze fell on a maid. She was just exiting Dane's apar

Dane dropped her on the bed and was just about to take his leave. Tears sprang to her eyes and she sat up, reaching out impulsively to him. "Stay with me, please…" He looked at her in surprise. " I don't have any time for this. I must go now. " He said and left. Amelia lowered her eyes for a moment. She didn't know why she was feeling like this. Abigail might have promised her of a life filled with romance but none of it was happening. What if she couldn't pull this off? Should she seduce Dane? Why was she suddenly feeling like this? She'd only fantasised about playing the seductress, a fantasy she played out in the quiet frustration of the hours when Jacob slept next to her. Was she actually able to put her top-secret thoughts into action? Could she go through those doors now and use virtually untested erotic tricks successfully upon a man like Duke Dane Barnard? Would he reject her like now? It is better to try than not trying. Her dwindling courage began to ebb away fast, but t

The more Amelia stared at William, the more uneasy she felt. He was definitely Dane's enemy, and instinct told her he posed a threat of some sort. In what way though? Dane smiled regretfully. "I'm afraid I have urgent estate matters to attend to. "This man was a real threat of some kind! A keen sixth sense told her to be on guard. She felt he had done something to harm Katherine before. "I…I hope you won't mind if I stay while you talk?""Stay? But you won't be remotely interested in what we discuss. You'll get bored.""Well, I'm quite interested."He shrugged. "As you wish. Let's go to my study." He said to them and together they went up the staircase.William couldn't help but notice some slight changes in Dane's attitude towards Katherine. He seemed to have grown fond of her. That wasn't a good sign for him and Caroline. It would only spoil their plan if eventually Dane starts to love his wife. How come she survived in the water? He was shocked to hear the news of Katherine rega

"Abigail! You gave me a fright." "I'm sorry, your grace, but I came into your chamber and I couldn't see you. Then I thought I'd better come and find you." She glanced over her shoulder and went pale. "Your grace, what happened here?" Abigail looked shocked, as if it was her first time just seeing this place. If her reaction could be like that then she must definitely know nothing about what happened here.' Amelia thought. "I have no idea, but it does not look as if it were anything good." Amelia said automatically, turning to let her see in. "That's blood, your grace." Abigail was already into the room, her shoe crunching on broken glass. "Oh, no, please, not that. I feel like puking." She stared at the brown splashes on the wall. "I wonder what could have happened here. Do you think this has anything to do with Katherine's death?" Abigail turned to face her, with wide eyes. "I have no idea. All this while I thought she was murdered but this is too much." "Yes, it is too much."

When Dane had taken his seat opposite her, the coachman climbed up onto his perch and stirred the team into action. The street was too confined for such a vehicle to turn, so the carriage had to drive around the Colchester town hall precincts, before emerging info the street again. It was a very different city at night. There were watchmen with lanterns and rattles, and galleried inns where stagecoaches came and went. Amelia studied Dane from beneath lowered lashes, wondering what he was thinking about. He was handsome and almost mesmerising in the moonlight. Their eyes met and she tried to smile. "Your Grace, I…" But he interrupted her. "Do you know why I followed you to supper?" He asked coolly. Amelia, confused, shook her head. "Because someone has been giving information about my estates to Simon." He said. So, rather than doing it because he wanted to be with her, this was the reason he decided to follow her. She was consumed with the idea that he followed her to prove to t