Marry me if you dare E-Book

Weber Amandine

• Herausgeber: Sudarènes Éditions - INT
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 472

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

An irresistible CEO. An unattainable heiress. An arranged marriage… or the beginning of true love?

He’s brilliant, reserved, and leads a powerful multinational company. She’s intelligent and determined, the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in America. Two opposite worlds, two paths destined never to cross… until fate forces them into a marriage of convenience.

What starts as a cold, emotionless agreement soon turns into a fiery coexistence, where feelings clash with attraction, pride, and the heart’s unexpected surprises. Can they resist what they truly feel? Or will love tear down all their barriers?

– An addictive story with sparkling dialogue and unforgettable characters

– Perfect for fans of My Boss and Me and chick-lit romances

– Romance, secrets, and sizzling chemistry

Discover a modern romantic comedy that will make you laugh, swoon, and believe in love where you least expect it!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Amandine Weber was born in 1991 in the Paris region. Passionate about writing since the age of 14, she published her first novel after a sports accident, even before finishing high school. The bestselling author of My Boss and Me, she combines her love of romance with a unique sensitivity. She currently lives in Bordeaux with her family and her Bordeaux Mastiff.

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Marry me if you dare

Amandine Weber

Sudarènes Éditions

"To my mom,

the first and best of my readers.

Thank you for always believing in me."

Prologue

First Encounter

If there was one thing Alexi couldn't stand, was social hypocrisy. Yet he was used to it. A billionaire for over ten years, a millionaire since childhood, Alexander Vasilis had grown accustomed to it. But no matter how much time passed, he could never get used to this dubious atmosphere. All his business partners knew it, and their behavior reflected it, but nothing changed; it was as if hypocrisy was an inalienable flaw of humanity.

Why did people always insist on bothering him when he was minding his own business, not asking anything of anyone for once? And yet, this wedding had gathered — almost exclusively — men and women, each wealthier than the last. It was utterly baffling. Not that the businessman cared to understand it. He’d rather bang his head against a wall. In any case, he was tired of being asked to review this or that project for investment. He had research teams for that; he didn’t handle the initial screenings himself! At least, not anymore... If only it stopped there.

Hands buried in the pockets of his custom-tailored, outrageously expensive tuxedo pants, the young man absentmindedly gazed at Central Park stretching out before him. He was pulled from his dark thoughts by a gentle hand on his shoulder. With a quick glance, the billionaire noticed his wife standing beside him, smiling radiantly in her Chanel gown.

"What’s wrong? Alexi, could you at least try to make an effort? We’re at your best friend’s wedding, and you look as if we’re attending his funeral."

Nina’s slightly sharp, reproachful tone made Alexi frown. He knew talking about his mood with his wife would be pointless. Besides, it wasn’t in his nature to open up. He might as well chalk it up to work, as he always did.

"I got a call from Athens about the merger of—"

"Oh, stop!" she interrupted. "Don’t talk to me about work! This is really not the time! Look around you! Everyone’s having a great time—except you, pouting in the corner, and me, because my own husband ignores me. You know what? I didn’t marry you for this!"

Without another word, the young woman walked away.

Trying to swallow his irritation, the Greek billionaire clenched his fists and jaw for a moment before taking a deep breath. He loved his wife deeply, perhaps even too much, but there were aspects of her personality he couldn’t stand—her egocentrism being one of them.

Still, Nina was right about one thing: he needed to be more sociable. Jake wouldn’t be getting married every day, especially since Alexi was his best man. His best friend was a successful businessman, like himself. The two had met on their first day at Dartmouth and had been inseparable ever since. Sure, their professional lives had put some distance between them—Alexi in Europe, Jake in America—but they saw each other often thanks to their frequent travels.

"Ah, there you are!" his best friend greeted him a few seconds later, champagne glass in hand. "Still on the phone?"

Alexi allowed himself a faint smile.

"Yes, but nothing important."

"Hmm," the groom replied, unconvinced. "Anyway, come on, I want to introduce you to my cousin. You haven’t met her, but she’s studying at Oxford."

"Olivia, right?" Alexi recalled.

"Yes!" Jake grabbed him by the shoulders. "And here she is. She’s the reason we have the Plaza today."

"But I thought—"

"No, Laura looked into it, but there’s a three-year waiting list, I think."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, some girly thing. Laura wouldn’t budge: it was the Plaza or nothing."

"Women!" Alexi teased with a smirk.

"Laugh all you want! At least my wife didn’t throw a fit because I got her a honeymoon on a yacht instead of Saint-Tropez or some other billionaire hotspot."

Alexi’s mood darkened at the memory. His wife’s diva tantrums drove him crazy... still he loved her.

They finally reached a stunning young woman in her early twenties. Tall, with hair somewhere between chestnut and blonde, playful gray-blue eyes, and the fair complexion of her British heritage, she was striking. Her accent confirmed her English roots, as if her studies hadn’t already hinted at it.

"Liv! This is Alexi."

"Olivia Pound," she said, extending her hand with a smile. "I’m so happy to finally meet you in person. I’ve heard about you for years at family gatherings."

"Alexander Vasilis. A pleasure."

Jake’s cousin burst into laughter. Her lightheartedness eased Alexi’s tension.

"He didn’t warn me you didn’t have an accent. That’s funny—I imagined you would, being Greek."

"I’ve spoken your language since I was a child, with my parents. It’s no great accomp..."

"Ahhh, there you are!" Laura interrupted, beaming as she approached. "My husband, his best friend, and the person who made this perfect wedding possible! Liv, I’ll be forever grateful to you for—"

"Hahaha," Liv laughed. "Stop it! I keep telling you, I didn’t get you the Plaza; my best friend did. She knows some shareholder in the El-Ad Group or something..."

The sweet Englishwoman trailed off, searching her memory for the name on the tip of her tongue.

"Anyway," she continued with a smile, "Laura, you should thank Amy, not me."

"Doesn’t matter. If I ever meet her, I’ll thank her. But for now, you’re here, and it seems everything is thanks to you, so thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

The two women walked off, laughing.

Jake turned to his best friend.

"Ah, women!" he repeated with a laugh.

Alexi nodded.

Meanwhile, Amy, phone pressed to her ear, heels clicking against the Plaza’s marble floor, tried to focus on anything but her headache. It had been a long day, and she was catching a flight soon to meet her father in San Francisco for some meeting she couldn’t quite remember. There’d be time to work on the plane.

"Sleeping is out of the question," she thought with a sigh.

"When are you getting here?" Liv’s voice shouted in her ear.

"I’m in the lobby, calm down! You’re lucky that—"

"I’m cominggggggggggggggg!" Liv squealed, hanging up.

Great, her friend had had too much to drink.

Amy barely had time to put her phone away before it rang again. Seeing the caller’s name, she sighed and silenced it, determined to ignore them.

"AMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Olivia’s voice called out, this time in person.

Amy loved her best friend, no question about it. Liv’s boundless enthusiasm and kindness usually lifted her spirits. But not today.

She was too tired. Her life was too complicated, and everything was going wrong. She just wasn’t in the mood.

Liv threw her arms around her, kissed her, then studied her face. The petite Englishwoman’s smile faded.

"What’s wrong?"

Ah yes, Amy had forgotten how perceptive her friend was.

With a wave of her hand, Amy dismissed it as unimportant.

"I have to leave soon. I can’t miss my flight; Dad’s waiting. How was your cousin’s wedding?"

"Amazing! It was beautiful! Thank you again!"

"Don’t mention it. It’s nothing."

"Do you have time for a drink?" Liv asked, leading her toward the reception hall.

The hotel’s security team, along with what was likely the groom’s family’s security, let them pass without question. After all, Amy was a regular here, and Liv was an invited guest. There was no reason to stop them.

Amy slipped her phone into her handbag and glanced at her watch.

"I’ll have a coffee, but yes, I can spare ten, maybe fifteen minutes."

"You’re the best! Go grab your coffee; I’ll fetch my cousin and his wife."

Amy offered a faint smile, sighed discreetly, and began weaving through the guests. As she reached the bar, a woman beside her twisted her ankle due to a scuffle between two likely tipsy young men. The poor woman grabbed onto Amy for support, causing her to slip as well.

The commotion silenced all conversations, drawing everyone’s attention to the two women on the floor. Naturally, as if the day hadn’t been bad enough, the other woman’s cocktail spilled all over Amy’s white silk blouse.

The day was unfolding just as it had begun — terribly.

Amy winced as her ankle twisted in the fall, while the other woman cried out, half in pain, half in indignation.

Quickly, both guests and staff rushed to help them. The stunning blonde in a long yellow Chanel gown (Amy was sure of it) cursed as she stood, then turned to Amy, hurling insults as if it were all her fault.

"Look at what you’ve done to my dress! You could have been more careful!"

Most of her cocktail had ended up all over Amy’s outfit — that blonde twig was the one who’d knocked it over — and now she actually had the nerve to make it her fault!?

A striking man arrived at that moment, wrapping an arm around the blonde’s waist as if to calm her down, while asking what had happened. Amy swallowed her anger and stupidly stared at the newcomer, perhaps a second too long, because he caught her gaze.

Thankfully, Liv arrived just then, breaking Amy’s awkwardness. Was it her fault that this dark-haired, Mediterranean-looking man was the most handsome, virile man she had ever seen?

"Amy, are you okay? What happened?" Liv asked, concerned.

"I don’t know... I only had time to see this lovely person fall on me with her Bloody Mary."

"Excuse me?!" the blonde shrieked, outraged. "You’re not seriously suggesting—"

"Calm down," the man in the suit urged her.

Just then, Jake, Laura, and the Plaza’s event manager arrived. Amy tried to take a step, but her ankle protested, making her grimace.

"Are you hurt?" Liv asked, immediately noticing.

"It’s nothing, just my ankle."

"What happened?" the hotel employee inquired.

"Finally!" the tall blonde exclaimed. "Someone’s paying attention to me! Guests bumped into me, I fell onto one of your staff, and now my dress is ruined!" she raged, pointing alternately at Amy and her own legs.

"Staff?" Liv murmured, raising an eyebrow.

Her comment made Amy smile, momentarily easing her irritation. The Mediterranean-looking man clearly noticed her change in demeanor. However, before he could say anything, the attention shifted to the poor event manager, who turned to Amy.

"Miss Guess, please accept our apologies for this unfortunate incident... I hope you’re not hurt. I’ll have a suite prepared for you immediately and send someone to assist with your clothes—"

"Don’t worry, it’s fine. It was just an accident; these things happen. Please make sure this lady has something to change into and that her dress is cleaned. Put it on my tab."

"Of course, Miss... but it will be on us as an apology for the inconvenience. Is there anything else I can do?"

"No, thank you. I’m in a hurry; my taxi must be waiting outside. I’ll call tonight for an update."

"Very well, Miss. Allow me to escort you—"

"Let my friend do the honors, please," Amy smiled, placing a hand on Liv’s arm, who smiled back.

"Of course. Have a good evening, Miss Guess."

"Thank you," she said, turning to Jake and Laura. "You must be Liv’s cousin. Congratulations. I hope we’ll meet again and have time to chat. Liv?"

Twisting in discomfort and leaning discreetly on her friend, Amy left the reception hall with Liv, under the various curious, amused, or surprised gazes of the guests.

"Who was that?" Nina murmured, pale.

"Amelia Guess, I suppose," Laura smiled. "The one who got us the Plaza for the wedding."

Alexi released Nina, who had once again caused a scene. Swallowing his anger, he chose to remain silent as the Plaza representative addressed his wife.

"Madam, allow me to escort you so we can take care of your dress... In the meantime, I’ll have the boutique manager find you something to wear while we handle your... issue."

Seeing that she was about to protest again, Alexi intervened, shooting her a glare that silenced her.

"Thank you, sir. She’ll follow you."

"You—"

His icy stare stopped her mid-sentence. Through gritted teeth, he added:

"You’ve made enough of a spectacle for one night. Leave with what little dignity you have left."

Glaring back at him, the model stormed out of the room. Alexi followed her a few steps but veered toward the hotel’s exit to find the injured woman.

The billionaire spotted her outside, just as she was getting into a car, still deep in conversation with Liv.

"Good evening," he approached.

Her deep gray-blue eyes lifted to meet his. Her surprise was evident, but she quickly composed herself—too quickly. Strangely, the Greek man found himself captivated by her gaze. Pale, yet more creamy than typically English, she must have had Italian or French roots, as suggested by her almost-black hair tied in a strict bun. The young woman in her stained suit was much younger than he had initially thought. Younger even than her earlier smile had suggested. In reality, she seemed to be about the same age as Jake’s cousin. Which made perfect sense, considering she was her best friend.

"Good evening."

"Alexi?" Liv prompted.

"Miss, I apologize for my wife’s behavior and thank you for your generosity, but it’s unnecessary."

Amelia studied his gaze, opened her mouth, then closed it before finally replying.

"I don’t want any trouble; it’s a trivial matter."

"That’s very noble of you, but don’t worry—I’ll handle it."

The young woman glanced at Olivia, who merely shrugged. All her focus was on the girl in the car.

"Very well then, I trust you will." she checked her watch, "it’s time for me to go. The plane won’t wait. Liv, see you next week in London?"

"Yep, I’ll call you... and get your ankle checked when you arrive!"

The blue-eyed girl smiled and shut the car door with a wink. The engine roared to life, and the car drove off.

Olivia sighed. Alexi raised an eyebrow at her in question. She noticed and sighed again before heading back into the hotel.

"She’s stubborn!"

"Did she hurt herself in the fall?"

"Amy twisted her ankle, but she won’t take the time to see a doctor—I know her."

"It’s not the end of the world."

Liv gave him a strange look.

"That’s exactly the kind of thing she’d say to me. You know what?" she continued. "I’m sure you two would be great friends!"

Surprised for a moment by her familiar tone, Alexi smiled.

Then his face turned cold again as he thought about the scene Nina would undoubtedly cause him after the evening.

Part I

A Few Vacation Days

Chapter 1

Day 1: Arrival in England

Amy's Point of View

"Dad, you really gonna be okay?" I ask for what feels like the hundredth time since this morning.

I finish shutting down my computer in my office and tidying up my things. Dad sits calmly on the couch in my office, puffing on his cigar, watching me. His serenity drives me crazy.

He's always this calm. Which means I often get annoyed. But never at him. I love him too much for that.

"Sweetheart, I was working long before you were born. I promise I can manage four days without you."

“Blah, blah, blah.I know, but you're...How do I put this diplomatically? ...not as strong as you used to be."

He looks at me for a moment, then notices I'm genuinely worried. I've been worried for five years, ever since he had his brain tumor.

"Don't worry about me, my little Amy," he says, standing to pull me into a hug. "I'm fine. Apart from the meeting in Kyoto on Monday, you won't miss anything important. We'll meet there on Tuesday anyway... You deserve a vacation too! When was the last time you took a break?"

“Uh... your kidding right?”?

My face must say it all because he bursts out in laughter.

"See? You need to enjoy life, my dear, not just work."

"But I love working with you!" I protest.

"I know you do," he chuckles. "But you need to experience other things. By the way, is Jason joining you there?"

Huh? Why would he?

"Uh, no, why?" I ask, surprised.

My father suddenly looks as surprised as I feel.

"Well, he's your fiancé. I thought you'd spend these few days with him..."

Oddly, it hadn't even crossed my mind to ask him. I'm a terrible fiancée. Oh well, Jason's only after my money and my body. It's crude, but it's true. He'll sulk, but he'll get over it. Meanwhile, I get some peace. Plus, I want to enjoy time with my best friend without him constantly hovering around.

"Alright, I'm off, Dad... Call me if you need anything."

He hugs me tightly. I love the smell of his cigar and aftershave. I love his reassuring arms. I love my dad.

"Don't worry, my girl," he repeats. "Everything will be fine. I love you."

I smile at him. He knows I need reassurance. He's the person I love the most in the whole world, and the one I trust the most. I would never want to disappoint him.

He's given me everything. I owe him everything.

I'm so proud to be his daughter.

Feeling a bit lighter, I leave the Guess Group headquarters, rolling suitcase in one hand, handbag in the other, sunglasses perched on my nose.

I don't know what I hate more: traffic jams or the waiting between checking-in luggage and boarding. Either way, it all takes forever. To top it off, I had the brilliant idea of leaving my nail polish in my handbag. As if I were a terrorist just because my nails aren't manicured!

I've got nearly eleven hours of flight ahead of me, and even in first class, that's long!

Plus, I have major trouble sleeping. I've been an insomniac ever since I saw my mother die when I was little... not a fun experience. Now a days, it's more anxiety than insomnia. But the result is the same: I don't sleep!

There's an eight-hour time difference between London and San Francisco, the flight takes almost eleven hours, and I left at 4 PM... So it'll be around 10 AM when I land in London... A rental car should be waiting for me in the parking lot... In theory, it should take me just over an hour to get to Liv's place in Somerset, but let's count on two hours because my sense of direction is terrible, and I get lost even with GPS... Considering all that... I should reach my friend around noon.

Just in time for lunch.

If all goes well.

After picking up my suitcase and the keys to my rental car. I have a soft spot for Jaguars—I don't know why, but I do. This time, though, I could only get a Tesla Model S. Well, it's still a classy car! And most importantly, it has the steering wheel on the left! I don't mind driving "on the wrong side," but a reversed gearbox and steering wheel? Nope, that completely throws me off.

Fueled by too much coffee, my hands tremble as I grip the wheel, but no matter—I can still drive despite the fatigue. Luckily, the weather is nice. Then again, it's mid-August, so it should be. Even though I showered and changed on the plane, I can't wait to arrive. One hand rummaging through my handbag for my sunglasses—urgently needed as the sun blinds me—I crank up the radio and sing at the top of my lungs as I leave London, heading for Runwell, the family estate of Liv's fiancé, Percival. I've met this British earl a few times, and I like him. Especially the way he looks at Liv. It's obvious he loves her. And even though I've only seen him three times, that's enough because the love between them is all that matters.

After all, the drive is quite pleasant. It's warm, and the sky is blue! What more could I ask for? My phone rings just as my trusty GPS guides me onto the right roads.

"Hello?" I answer via the car's Bluetooth (hooray for technology!).

"Have you arrived?" comes my dad's voice.

"Almost, Dad. I've just entered Somerset."

"Good. Call me once you're settled in?"

I laugh. He makes me feel like I'm ten years old again. How I love him!

"Yes, Dad, don't worry. As soon as I'm in my room and have greeted everyone."

"Give Liv my regards. And apologize to her for me not being there."

"Will do... she’ll understand, don't worry. And you'll be there for the wedding, which is all that matters."

"Kisses, my dear, and be careful."

"Always. Bye."

We hang up.

Music blaring again, singing along to overplayed radio hits I now know by heart, I press the accelerator slightly.

It's quarter to noon when I finally arrive in front of the Jones family castle. Unsure where to park, I stop the car in front of the entrance. The Henry VIII-style entrance (I think) is at the center of the light-stoned castle. Two stories high, with wings on either side of a rectangular central tower flanked by two small round towers with battlements at the top, and very large windows... This place is stunning. The double wooden entrance doors are carved and arched with a pointed top. I don't know architectural terms, but this place is a gem, especially considering it must be over five hundred years old and impeccably maintained.

I turn off the engine after lowering the music volume, then step out of the car, taking in my surroundings. To the right of the estate lies a forest... To the left, fields and countryside stretch as far as the eye can see. There's even, I think, a small town in the distance.

My God, we're really in the middle of nowhere! Worried, I pull out my phone, which I'd just tucked back into my handbag... Phew, luckily there's signal here! It's not London, but at least I’m connected.

The doors open just as I pop the trunk and grab my suitcase. Liv rushes toward me, three enormous dogs trailing behind her.

"YOU'RE FINALLY HEEEEERE!" she screams.

I catch her in my arms and hug her as tightly as she's hugging me. I haven't seen her this excited since... the first time she told me about Percival.

"I'm so glad to be here too."

"You look exhausted... I'll introduce you to everyone, give you a tour, then show you your room so you can rest."

"Have you had lunch?"

"No..."

"Then can we start with that?" I smile. "I'm starving."

Olivia bursts out laughing.

"You're right, that's an excellent idea. Come, let me introduce you. We'll tour later. Lunch is served at one. We've got time..."

She grabs my arm and leads me inside.

"Wait, my suitcase..." I turn toward my car.

"Leave it, the staff will take care of it."

The staff? Do people still actually use that term in real life?!

At that moment, a man in a suit (or uniform, I'm not sure...) approaches.

"Ah!" Liv stops. "Albert, this is my best friend Amelia Guess. Could you take care of her car and luggage? She's staying on the second floor in the south wing."

"Right away."

"Thank you... Come on, Amy, let's go."

I smile at the "staff member" and hand him my car keys as my crazy friend drags me toward the grand staircase, straight out of Gone with the Wind. I'm barely exaggerating.

And so begins the tour of the castle, with Liv narrating its history and the modern updates made to the Jones family estate over time. English nobility was much savvier than the French during the industrial revolutions. But that's another story.

On the ground floor, we meet part of Percival's family, including Liv's fiancé himself. He's as kind and brilliant as ever, undeniably so. I also meet Lady Margareth, who still resides in the castle and is Percival's aunt. Then there are Percival's cousins, Penelope and Bridget, and his brother Austin. Bridget's partner isn't here yet and will only arrive for the engagement party on Saturday evening, while Austin's wife is still in London with their daughter until tonight, from what I gather. As for the fiancé's parents, they died in a plane crash when Percival was a child, and Lady Margareth raised both him and Austin.

Everyone welcomes me warmly, except for Penelope, who is clearly the family snob. Every family has its black sheep. In the Jones family, I think it's her. Austin is in a wheelchair—I don't know if he had an accident or if it happened in the accident their parents died in. And frankly, I'm not about to ask.

Anyway, Liv shows me the grand hall, the music room, the ballroom, a room that doesn't seem to serve much purpose but could hold a lot of people, an office, the kitchens, a staff lounge, a dressing room, fireplaces upon fireplaces, a living room, a game room ( with a pool table and pinball machine... which feels odd in a 16th-century-style castle).

Then we move upstairs, where most of the family has their apartments. So I don't see all the rooms, but it's a series of bedrooms, private sitting rooms, and bathrooms—not particularly interesting. But the highlight is a gigantic library. I think I stood there with my mouth agape for too long. I felt like Belle in Beauty and the Beast.

I love books, and this library is a dream come true. I think I'll be spending a lot of time here over the next few days... or rather, nights! Finally, an upside to insomnia! YES, books everywhere!

Liv seems very pleased with my reaction, judging by her smug little smile and teasing expression. She lets me admire the shelves for several minutes until I snap out of it on my own.

"Why didn't you tell me about this? This library is incredible!"

"It was my last card to convince you to spend a few days here, but I wanted to keep it a surprise to see your reaction."

Sneaky. But I forgive her because this library is just too amazing.

After that, there are more rooms that seem unnecessary and all very similar on the second floor. But the second floor has one major advantage: my room. It's spacious, bright, and faces south, so I get plenty of sunlight. The south is actually the east side of the castle, but the view is stunning. My room has a canopy bed, but the rest of the furniture is much more modern, resembling IKEA or something similar.

My suitcase is already in my room.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it. Lunch is in half an hour. I'll show you the grounds later; will you be okay?"

"Of course, thank you for everything."

"Think you'll find your way around?" she teases, clearly recalling my near-handicapping lack of spatial awareness.

"Ha ha! Go find your beloved. I'll be down soon..."

"Okay!"

"Oh, by the way," I remember as she reaches the door, "Dad sends his love and apologizes again for not being here."

"Oh, tell him it's fine—he sent me his daughter!"

And with that, she shuts the door.

I chuckle to myself. It's so good to see my best friend again! Vacations! I need to make the most of these few days.

Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I grab my phone and turn on my laptop. Checking emails doesn't really count as working... Besides, I can call Dad at the same time. Multitasking!

At exactly one o'clock, I walk into the dining room (yes, the clock chimes at that very moment!), and everyone is already seated.

Oops, I'll have to remember to arrive early next time.

"Sorry I'm late," I frown.

"Not at all, my dear, you're right on time... Come, sit next to Olivia," Lady Margareth smiles warmly.

I adore this woman. She exudes an old-world elegance that only adds to her charm. And her warmth puts me at ease. I genuinely feel welcome here, which is lovely.

So I take the seat she indicates—how original—and not a minute later, two women and Albert enter with the plates. Nice! We don't even have to serve ourselves!

Albert is the household butler. He's the one who took care of my car earlier.

The two women... After briefly encountering them in my room (finishing the bed) and in the game room (tidying up something), I learn their names are Louise and Cristal. They're versatile, handling everything from cleaning to assisting in the kitchen. In fact, it seems like all the staff here are somewhat multi-skilled. We're no longer in pre-war England, where families could afford an army of servants.

Still, there seems to be quite a few of them, judging by what I've seen... Then again, given the size of the estate, it's not surprising.

Anyway, I can finally start eating—I'm starving!

I've barely taken a sip of water and started on my appetizer when Penelope, with her perfected snobbish air, turns the conversation toward me. Oh yes, because she was talking about her oh-so-thrilling life as an up-and-coming actress. But since I couldn't care less (okay, it’s not that bad), I didn't pay much attention. All I remember is her nasal voice and the overwhelming pretentiousness she radiated.

"And you, Amelia, what do you do for a living?"

I raise an eyebrow and glance at Liv, who shrugs. I thought she would have mentioned me... The whole family turns to me, and since there are seven of us at the table, the silence quickly becomes heavy and awkward.

Nosy bunch!

I straighten up and reluctantly set down my fork.

"I work with my father. I help manage his businesses."

Penelope sniffs disdainfully.

"Daddy's girl... And what does he do?"

Yep, I'm a daddy's girl, and I own it.

"We're in the hospitality industry."

"In America?" Lady Margareth asks, genuinely interested, after shooting a warning glance at her eldest daughter.

Said daughter promptly shuts her mouth.

Take that!

"Yes, but not exclusively. We've expanded internationally over the past thirty years."

"Aunt Margareth," Percival interjects, "you must have heard of the Guess Group. It's Amy's family that runs it."

All eyes turn back to me, this time with surprise and admiration. Especially Penelope. Ha!

Yep, sweetie, you're not the only rich kid at the table.

"Roman is such a kind man! He couldn't make it to the engagement party, but he'll be here for the wedding!" Liv beams.

"Roman Guess, Amelia's father, I presume?" Austin speaks for the first time during the meal.

"Good guess!"

The attention shifts away from me, and the meal continues pleasantly.

I could easily get used to life here. This family is really lovely.

In the afternoon, Liv and Percy show me the gardens and stables. We're heading to the stables because I love horseback riding. Liv knows this, and Percival is letting me ride one of the horses. We go with Trent... or Cliff (one of them is the gardener; I can't remember which... doesn't matter). Anyway! Liv had warned me they had horses, so I packed my riding gear! Yes! It's been almost a year since I last rode, back when I visited Dad with Jason for a weekend at our ranch in Texas.

"By the way, is your cousin coming?" I ask as our conversation naturally wanes.

"Yes! Of course! Laura and him are arriving later. They should be here for dinner... Oh, and guess what? They're having a baby!"

"They already have a son, don't they?" I try to recall.

"Yes! Mike! He's two years old, and he's adorable!"

"Is he coming too?"

"Of course," she repeats. "He may live in the U.S., but if he showed up without his son for my engagement party, the family would go nuts."

I burst out laughing. True, Liv's cousin grew up in the U.S. because his uncle and aunt live there. I think his aunt is from some tiny town in Minnesota. Anyway, the rest of the family—at least on the Pound side—still lives in England.

The lives of the rich are so complicated! Family scattered all over the world—how exhausting! Not to mention the endless connections everywhere. Just in case they ever run into financial trouble, they need to have others to rely on.

I'm so cynical.

Especially since I come from a wealthy family myself.

Well, sort of...

But that's another story.

"Oh, and Alexi is coming too."

"Alexi?" I raise an eyebrow.

Who's that now?

"Yes, you know..."

"Alexander Vasilis," Percy cuts in. "Jake's best friend."

Liv glares at him as if he'd just ruined her big reveal.

"You were going to get lost in the details," he smiles, a halo practically glowing above his head.

He kisses her forehead, and my friend sighs, relaxing.

Why do I feel like I've heard that name before? I must look genuinely puzzled because Saint Olivia comes to my rescue.

"You met him once... at Jake and Laura's wedding. At the Plaza. His wife spilled her cocktail on you."

Ah, there it is. Now I remember.

I grimace.

The most gorgeous man I've ever seen in my life and his obnoxious wife. On reflection, they were the perfect couple with their flawless looks: him, the stunning Mediterranean Apollo, and her, the breathtaking Nordic siren.

It's downright nauseating to realize such perfection exists.

And what do I get?

A jerk whose after my money and my body.

Well, to be fair, I don't exactly look for better.

I hate romantic relationships. They're awful. At least for me. I must have some mutated gene because they never work out. Maybe it's karma or something. Or maybe I'm just not built right. Either way, it's a mess. Sure, I don't do much to improve things either.

Why bother, anyway? Not everyone is as lucky as Liv! Then again, she truly deserves someone like Percival.

But what am I saying? As if love were about deserving.

Pfft!

Oh, by the way, I should probably tune back into the current conversation—or rather, Liv's monologue about how she's become great friends with this Alexi, who's an important business partner of Jake's. Since she works with Jake but from London, she meets with Alexi often, and they've become friends.

"It's such a small world!" she laughs.

I exchange a weary look with Percy, who shrugs, slightly amused. Well, buddy, good luck with that!

Because, sweetie, it's just natural, people who work together are bound to see each other a lot! But what do I know!

I don't care; I'm going horseback riding!

Wait, hold on, I just realized something... If Jake is coming with Laura and their son... does that mean the billionaire who refused to let me pay his wife to leave me alone is also coming with said wife?

No, no, no! I have absolutely no desire to see her again!

Oh well, it's not a big deal. The estate is big enough to avoid them... Plus, I'll steer clear of wearing white if she has a cocktail in hand!

Chapter 1 bis

Friday: Arrival in England

Alexi's Point of View

"Dad, when are we going to get there?" Julian asks me, even though we’ve only been on the plane for forty-five minutes.

I stay calm. You always have to stay calm with children. But I lift my eyes from my laptop to glance at my son’s nanny, who accompanies him everywhere. Thankfully, she seems to understand and approaches to take him by the hand.

I know he’s only five, but I warned him the flight would be long. He woke up early, so I really hope he doesn’t throw a tantrum during the trip. Luckily, the promise of a helicopter ride upon arriving in London seems to excite him. Seeing Liv again makes him happy anyway. Ever since he spent a week with her last summer, my son has decided she’s his aunt. I won’t contradict him, especially since he’s made it his mission to find himself a mother.

Of course, he needs a mother. I’m not exactly present as it is… and while my family showers him with love, it’s not the same.

But how can I give him a mother? His biological mother gave up her parental rights before he was even born, and since Nina, I haven’t exactly let women into my life.

But for my son, I would do anything.

For now, though, I need to work.

Before lowering my gaze back to my laptop, I catch the disapproving look Laura throws my way.

It doesn’t matter.

Somehow, I manage to get some work done despite the noise of the children—between Mike and Julian, the trip was far from quiet—and the flight lands in London without any incident or delay.

Jake has rented a car to take his little family and Julian’s nanny, Madeline. Logically, they’ll arrive after us since we’re taking my helicopter. In theory, my car and our luggage should already be waiting for us at Runwell. Assuming everyone followed my instructions.

And they usually do.

I take an urgent call—my life is ruled by urgent calls!—before boarding the helicopter, with anxious little Julian buzzing with excitement despite his fatigue.

Perfect, he’ll fall asleep early tonight even with the time difference.

It’s not yet eight o’clock when the helicopter lands on the sprawling lawn in front of the castle belonging to Olivia’s fiancé’s family.

Perfect.

Julian leaps out as soon as he can and runs toward Liv, who has come out with what seems like the entire household to greet us. A helicopter isn’t exactly discreet, after all.

I thank the pilot and wish him a good weekend before heading toward the castle entrance myself.

Julian is already in Olivia’s arms, so I shake Percival’s hand first. Since his fiancée has decided to keep my son hostage, the master of the house introduces me to the rest of his family: his aunt who raised him, his cousin Penelope, another cousin Bridget and her partner, as well as his brother Austin.

At that moment, another person arrives—a young woman on the phone. She’s speaking Japanese, I think. Even in her high-heeled sandals, she’s definitely shorter than me. Strangely, a shiver runs through me. Why do I feel like I’ve seen her before? Her pale skin in that summer dress and her long, wavy dark hair remind me of something… and then I remember as she lifts her eyes to meet mine, instantly locking onto my gaze: Laura and Jake’s wedding, seven years ago.

Amelia Guess.

Her blue eyes narrow as she thinks, and I feel the urge to smile. She doesn’t look remotely convincing with that serious expression.

"Alexi!" Liv’s voice cuts through my thoughts.

Honestly, it might be for the best… because if I were to sleep with her best friend, I’m not sure she’d be okay with it especially if it’s only a fling.

Olivia is quite protective of her friends… particularly Amelia. I’m starting to know her well, that firecracker!

But that’s part of her charm.

"Good evening, Liv."

"I just got a call from Laura—they’ll be here in less than forty minutes. Come on, I’ll show you your room… and Julian’s too!"

Julian, with the spontaneity of a child his age, has already introduced himself to everyone since Liv set him down and is now reigning over the group from Austin’s lap, who has taken him onto his wheelchair.

The worst part is that my son seems very proud of himself.

Julian is used to meeting lots of people when he’s with me, which is probably why he’s not shy in the slightest… thankfully, he’s never alone, or I’d worry he’d follow strangers… he’s so kind he wouldn’t say no.

Amelia hangs up as we all enter the hall. A magnificent hall, by the way.

"Good evening," she says, extending her hand formally. "I’m Liv’s best friend, Amelia."

"Good evening," I reply, shaking her hand. "Yes, I believe we met briefly a few years ago… something about Bagatelle."

From her handshake, it’s clear she’s used to dealing with men. She’s accustomed to showing she’s strong, that she knows where she comes from and what she wants. I’ve rarely encountered people with such firm handshakes.

Amelia slightly furrows her brows before resuming a neutral expression. Finally, she glances at Julian, who has taken my hand, before focusing back on me.

"Indeed, but it was a long time ago. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d forgotten."

How could I forget Bagatelle?

"I never forget anything," I reply.

She furrows her brows again, searching my gaze. After a few moments, Liv draws her attention to Julian.

"Amy, this is Julian. He’s the sweetest little boy in the world. Julian, this is Amelia, my best friend. Will you say hello?"

Liv’s best friend relaxes then and kneels before my son, gently, her hands on her knees, probably to be at his level.

"Hi, Julian."

"Hello," my son replies cautiously.

"You know, my name is Amelia, but all my friends call me Amy. You can call me that if you want."

"Can I be your friend?" he asks with a child’s innocence.

"Of course," she smiles.

Clearly, she knows how to handle children.

Percy’s family has dispersed throughout the house, leaving only Liv, her fiancé, Amelia, Julian, and me in the grand hall.

"And you know what?" she continues with a smile. "Liv has told me so much about you."

"Really?" he turns, delighted, to his "aunt."

"Yes! You’re the most handsome little boy!" Olivia exclaims.

Wait until you have your own son!

"Say," Julian begins, no longer the least bit intimidated by Amelia, "why do you have an accent?"

That’s been Julian’s favorite question for a while now—figuring out where the people he meets are from. He recognizes quite a few accents now since we travel all over the world… but it’s the first time he’s asked someone so bluntly… at least in front of me.

"Julian!" I scold him.

But it seems I’m the only one offended. My son’s conversation partner smiles before standing up.

"Because I have unusual origins… my mom was French and Welsh, and my grandmother was Italian. So I grew up in France, Italy, and even a little in England… I didn’t move to the United States to live with my father until I was eight… and I’ve never quite been able to lose my French accent."

Indeed, there’s a hint of a foreign accent in her tone… and I love it. It has an exotic quality that must come from her Italian heritage.

Hmm. That explains her striking presence, her fair skin, her blue eyes, but her dark hair. A very harmonious combination, all things considered.

"Alright, let me show you to your rooms," Olivia says, taking Julian’s hand.

"Are you coming with us?" my son asks Amelia.

She looks at Liv, then at my son, then at her phone, and finally sighs discreetly.

"No, Julian. But I’ll see you at dinner. Okay?"

"Okay," he replies, pouting.

I catch the look exchanged between the two friends. And something is off, that’s obvious.

Quietly in Julian’s room, he plays with his toys, which thankfully arrived before us. I respond to urgent emails—I’m almost only reachable this way in this remote corner of England—while my son amuses himself. In theory, I’ll leave on Monday, after the plane drops Julian and Madeline off in Greece, at my parents’ for the rest of the school holidays.

I debated for a long time: not enrolling Julian in school and hiring private tutors, enrolling him in school but in Western Europe or the United States… but my parents convinced me he needed to know his roots. My family owns an island in Crete with several villas (belonging to different family members), and we can reach Crete in less than fifteen minutes by boat. So, my parents and Madeline take care of Julian when I’m not in Greece—which is three-quarters of the time. One thing is certain: my son doesn’t lack love.

Thankfully, because I don’t know how I’d manage otherwise.

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"Did my mom look like Amy?"

I sigh. I’m reluctant to talk to him about his mother. She wasn’t really his mother, anyway—she never was. She was just a biological parent.

"She was as brunette as Amy, but that’s where the resemblance ends."

"Was she prettier than Amy?"

I think about it. Really think about it.

And… no. On reflection, Amelia Guess is probably prettier than my son’s mother.

"Amelia is very pretty," my son insists.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say very pretty, but she’s certainly far from unattractive.

Thankfully, a housekeeper enters at that moment.

"Mr. Vasilis? Everyone has arrived, and dinner is about to be served."

"Thank you. Please take my son; I have a call to make."

"I was asked to take your son to dine in the kitchen with his nanny, who just arrived."

Good idea.

"Very well, and have her put him to bed afterward… goodnight, Julian."

Julian gives me his puppy-dog eyes but leaves after a small "Goodnight, Dad," taking the woman’s hand at the nursery door.

I arrive at the dining room to find everyone already seated, which I prefer—I hate waiting. The dishes are on the table, but no one has touched them. Lady Margareth presides at one end, Austin to her right, and Percival at the other, with Olivia to his right. To Olivia’s right is Bridget’s boyfriend… what’s his name again? Oh yes: Rupert, her fiancé or something (anyway, Percival’s cousin) Bridget, and Penelope next to her, and thus to the left of the Jones family matriarch. To Percival’s left is Amelia, and the only empty seat is, of course, between her and Jake, with Laura to her left and Austin to her right. The conversations quiet down as I enter, and Lady Margareth speaks.

"Ah! Finally! We weren’t expecting you anymore."

"Apologies, an urgent matter."

"Take your seat quickly; I’m not accustomed to dining so late… you should know that supper is usually served at six."

Amelia slightly wrinkles her nose. It’s true that if she grew up in France, this would feel more like a snack. Not that Greeks eat early either, for that matter.

"Well, now that everyone is here: bon appétit!"

And the conversations resume as everyone serves themselves and passes the dishes around. It’s been a while since I’ve experienced a family meal… I’ve been avoiding family gatherings since my divorce from Nina. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I dislike the looks from my family. Even more so since Julian was born.

"Did you have a good trip?" I ask Jake as his wife and Austin engage in a conversation about visual art.

"Yes, very smooth. And about Madeline, I think you’re right—we’ll leave Mike with your nanny and enjoy these few days ourselves."

Might as well put my little Australian to good use.

"You’re absolutely right. Laura isn’t too tired?" I inquire.

I remember her pregnancy with Mike had exhausted her. I know she’s not even two months along, but you never know.

"No, she’s fine so far. She doesn’t even have morning sickness. So, she thinks it’ll be a girl."

"Why?"

"Because she says only boys give women that much trouble during pregnancy, so since everything’s calm, she predicts a girl."

I smile. An interesting theory.

Dinner passes peacefully and cheerfully, all things considered. Eventually, everyone retires for the night, especially since tomorrow promises to be a busy day.

I’m used to time zone changes—I travel so much that I don’t even know what time zone my body is set to. Probably none; I sleep when I can and when I’m tired. Thankfully, and perhaps with practice, I only need four to five hours of sleep a night to function. And my brain knows when it can rest. So, I’ll be able to go to bed without fearing a sleepless night.

Liv gave me a room with a desk, for which I’m grateful—it means I can work. It’s not yet midnight, so time difference or not, I can’t go to bed now.

The advantage of working in many places around the world is that you can always work and make calls no matter where you are or what time it is.

I don’t know what time it is when I hear noise in the hallway. Then again, the castle is so silent that any sound seems deafening. It’s almost three in the morning. I should probably get some sleep. I open my bedroom door to see who’s disturbing the peace of the night.

"What are you doing up at this hour?" I ask, surprised to see Amelia in the middle of the hallway, in a robe.

I wonder what she’s wearing underneath… judging by how the satin clings to her body, not much… lingerie, perhaps, but nothing more.

She startles and turns to me, clutching two books to her chest. She’s amusing; she seems genuinely surprised to see me. Miss Guess looks me up and down. I’ve taken off my suit jacket, tie, and shoes, unbuttoned my shirt collar, and rolled up my sleeves above my elbows. Admittedly, I present a much more relaxed image.

Amelia opens her mouth, then closes it. It’s as if she’s regained her composure. Her self-control amazes me.

I’m probably too used to people bending to my will, especially women who get flustered… and men who yield. In short, she doesn’t react like others. She’s different from the average person. And I quite like that.

"I could ask you the same question, but since I have manners, I’ll simply wish you a good night."

Without another word, her back straight, shoulders squared, and head held high, she walks away toward the end of the hallway, where her quarters must be.

As I close the door, I’m not sure if I’m annoyed by her retort or amused by her indifference.

Time will tell.

Chapter 2

Day 2: The Engagement Party

Amy's Perspective

Naturally, especially in an unfamiliar place, I can't sleep. Oh wait, half an hour. Fantastic.

As if I wasn’t already tired, this won’t help.

I’m the first one downstairs for breakfast. It’s barely seven o’clock, but the staff is already bustling about.

And there it is, I’m already talking about “staff.”

“Albert,” I sigh, “it’s fine, I can wait for the others.”

“No one eats at the same time, miss. Don’t worry. What would you like? Eggs? Marmalade toast?”

“I’ll stick to something traditional and French if you don’t mind: a large café au lait, orange juice, and some bread with jam or honey.”

“Very well, I’ll be right back.”

“Do you have that?”

“The cook made fresh bread, so yes, miss.”

I scroll through my phone, sitting quietly at the table while waiting for my breakfast. Then, with my coffee, I enjoy a peaceful half-hour alone. Until I hear a child’s voice, and Julian walks in, rubbing his eyes, still in his pajamas, clutching his stuffed toy in one hand and holding his groggy nanny’s hand with the other.

“Good morning, Julian, I smile at him.”

This kid is adorable. He looks so much like his father. He must be about five years old… dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin… an utterly charming little boy.

And because I couldn’t help myself, I did some internet sleuthing last night on the enigmatic billionaire sharing my hallway in this castle, none other than Alexander Vasilis. A quick look at Wikipedia revealed that Nina Lebeski isn’t the boy’s mother, as their marriage only lasted eighteen months. Then again, she could still be Julian’s mother even though they divorced six years ago… especially since no one knows who the mother of the Vasilis heir is. Anyway, it intrigues me, but it’s their private life, and I respect that.

Julian smiles at me and lets go of his nanny’s hand to rush over to me.

“Good morning, Amy! he holds out his arms.”

I put down my phone and lift him onto my lap.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, he snuggles against me.”

I’ve never seen a child so sociable with strangers in such a short time. After all, he only saw me for five minutes last night.

“What should I serve him for breakfast?” Albert asks, suddenly appearing at my side.

His discretion is impressive. Always there when needed, yet silent as a shadow. I’m impressed. I might just poach him for one of our hotels. Maybe even to train our butlers and majordomos. Hmm, something to consider.

I glance at Madeline, who has now sat down beside me, and she shrugs.

“He usually eats a koulouri with yogurt and honey.”

I exchange a grimace with the butler and change the menu:

“Make him a hot chocolate. I’ll prepare some jam toast for him…” I lean toward the boy: do you like chocolate?

Julian beams and nods enthusiastically.

Well, that’s one thing sorted.

Ten minutes later, as Julian decides to stay on my lap while eating, Madeline, looking uneasy, addresses me.

“Excuse me…”

“Yes?”

“Would it bother you if I left Julian with you… I’m worried Mike might wake up and find himself alone upstairs.”

“Oh no, it’s no problem at all, go ahead. By the way, I’m Amelia.”

“Thank you so much. See you later.”

“Julian, why don’t you give your stuffed toy to Madeline so she can put it back in your bed?”

The child looks at me with wide, shocked, and sad eyes. I furrow my brow in mock sternness.

“But…”

“Julian, you’re not a baby anymore, and stuffed toys are for bedtime!”

He makes the most adorable pout, but I don’t give in. This child may be well cared for, but his nannies are probably too lenient and afraid to set boundaries. Which isn’t really doing him any favors.

The little boy finally does as I ask, and Madeline gives me a strange look before leaving the room with Julian’s oversized plush toy.

“That’s very good, my little man.”

I give him a hug, and he smiles before taking a bite of his jam toast.

Around eight o’clock, Jake enters carrying Mike, with no sign of Madeline. As he pours himself a coffee and Albert brings the baby’s bottle, Alexander Vasilis makes his entrance. He’s impeccably groomed, clean-shaven, and dressed in a dark, tailored three-piece suit.

My God, he’s really handsome.

It’s deeply annoying.

“Papa! Julian jumps up to rush to his father.”

After giving me a strange look I can’t quite interpret, the newcomer picks up his son and takes the seat next to me—just like at dinner the night before.

I finish my coffee while father and son converse… well, it’s mostly Julian talking. This child is incredibly chatty. But since they’re speaking in Greek, I don’t understand a word. Eventually, Liv and Percival enter just as I’m getting up to leave the room.

“Good morning, everyone!” my best friend announces cheerfully.

As I pass by her, she stops me, frowning. Her fiancé takes a seat while she whispers to me:

“You didn’t sleep.”

I grimace.

“No.”

“I’d suggest you sleep with me, but that’d be weird with Percival…”

I smile at her.

“And what if… don’t scream, okay, what if Jason came?” she suggests with a grimace.

“I don’t want him to.”

Besides, I don’t sleep any better when he’s around, and it’s worse because I have to be careful not to wake him.

“You know I don’t understand why you don’t dump him.”

I shrug, and she continues:

“I know you don’t love him! But marrying someone who doesn’t deserve you won’t make your father happy.”

First of all, since when is love about deserving… and secondly:

“He thinks I need a man; he’s wanted to see me happy in a relationship for ten years.”

Of course, I’ve never hidden anything from Liv, and vice versa.

I close my eyes for a second. I’m exhausted. It’s been ages since I’ve had a good night’s sleep, and when I take sleeping pills, I’m groggy the next day and have nightmares at night. It’s not necessarily better.

“You’re making a mistake. You’ll regret it…”

“No, I won’t.”

I’m not invested enough for that.

Liv sighs.

“You’re brilliant at your job, but when it comes to relationships, you’re a disaster… you should let me handle your emotions.”

That might be an idea… an interesting thought. It couldn’t be worse than it already is.

Or could it?

There’s always worse.

“We’ll see. Go eat in the meantime.”

She’s exasperated, I can tell, but she doesn’t push further and heads off to have her breakfast.