LOGINI’d always assumed I would die a virgin. Not because I was blind, but mostly because my father had spent years protecting me from practically everything—including men. Then our company began collapsing, and billionaire Ronan Blackwell offered to save it on one condition. He wanted me as his wife. Ronan is six-foot-five, tattooed, terrifyingly handsome and about as affectionate as a locked door. He says my name like an accusation, keeps every conversation painfully brief and somehow makes me feel as though I’ve done something unforgivable without ever telling me what. Which makes wanting him incredibly inconvenient. “I thought we were supposed to consummate the marriage.” Silence stretches between us before his voice drops. “Do you even know what you’re asking for?” Heat rushes into my face. “I know what sex is.” A quiet breath leaves him, almost a laugh but without any amusement. “Knowing what it is and knowing what you can take are two very different things, sweetheart.” Maybe marrying Ronan Blackwell was a terrible idea, especially because the more time I spend with my husband, the more one question refuses to leave me alone. Why did a man who seems to hate me choose me in the first place?
View MoreAURELIA MARLOWENo one had ever explained what a bride was supposed to do when her husband disappeared downstairs to work on their wedding night.Ronan had left me to settle in hours ago, and I still had no idea whether he expected to see me again before morning or whether I was meant to simply go to bed and pretend this was perfectly normal.I was thinking about that as I stepped out of the bath and reached for the towel Maisie had left on the stool nearby. The bathroom had taken a little longer to learn than mine at Marlowe House, but she'd shown me where everything was before leaving me alone—the bath, basin, loo and door—until I could move around without needing her.A new house didn't suddenly mean I had forgotten how to wash my own hair.Once I was dry and wrapped in a soft robe, I called for Maisie, and she appeared quickly enough that she couldn't have gone far.“Yes, Mrs Blackwell?”The name still felt as though it belonged to someone else.“My hair is going to become a disas
AURELIA MARLOWEOn the morning of my wedding, Ivy threatened to end my marriage before it had even begun.“If he says Bubbles and Aura can’t live with you, you’re coming straight back here.”I smiled as Seraphina adjusted something near my shoulder. “I don’t think that’s how marriage works.”“It is now.”“Ivy,” Seraphina sighed.“What? The cats were there first.”A soft meow sounded from somewhere near the foot of my bed.“See?” Ivy said. “Aura agrees.”“That was Bubbles.”“How the hell do you know?”“Because Aura’s meow is higher.”Silence followed before Ivy muttered, “Show-off.”I laughed as Seraphina continued working on my hair.My bedroom had been chaotic since breakfast, with garment bags draped over chairs, boxes stacked near the wardrobe and members of the household staff coming and going as the last of my belongings were prepared for the move to Ronan’s townhouse. Most of my clothes had already gone ahead, along with boxes of books, my toiletries and the frankly ridiculous c
RONAN BLACKWELLThe little snake was just as beautiful as the photographs, which pissed me off more than it should have.I sat in the back of the car as Marlowe House disappeared behind us, but I could still see her standing in that drawing room with her face tipped towards my voice. Long dark blonde hair fell almost to her waist, framing pale skin, soft features and a full pink mouth I had noticed far more than I wanted to admit. Her eyes were bright green with a thin ring of gold around each pupil, beautiful enough that I’d caught myself staring even though they never quite fixed on me. Whenever I spoke, she turned towards my voice, and something about having those eyes pointed in my direction without actually seeing me had fucked with my head more than I liked.I loosened my tie and looked out the window, irritated that she had managed to surprise me at all. I’d spent ten years with one version of Aurelia Marlowe in my head, and the woman I met today didn’t fit it. I expected some
AURELIA MARLOWE“Can you believe he tried to get me to take lactation tablets so I could breastfeed him?”I nearly inhaled my tea, coughing into my hand while Seraphina made a strangled sound beside me and Ivy carried on as though she had just announced the weather.“He actually sent me links,” she said. “Articles. Forums. Some woman explaining how you can get your tits producing milk without ever having a baby.”“Ivy,” I managed between coughs.“What?”“Please tell me you dumped him.”“Obviously. I told him if he wanted warm milk that badly, Tesco was open until eleven.”Seraphina burst out laughing just as I finally recovered, setting me off all over again.“And that wasn’t even the worst of it,” Ivy continued.“There’s worse?”“Oh, darling.” Seraphina patted my knee. “There is always worse with Ivy’s men.”“Fuck off. You dated a man who cried during sex.”“He had feelings.”“He rang his mum afterwards.”“That was completely unrelated.”My stomach hurt from laughing by then, which w












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