Diamonds are Forever Read online Charmaine Pauls (Diamonds Are Forever Trilogy #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Diamonds are Forever Trilogy Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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The wind has blown the greenhouse door open. I must’ve not closed it properly. One of the pot plants has blown over. The terracotta pot lies in pieces on the ground, the delicate white orchid dying on the heap of dark soil. Unlocking the door, I go out into the cold wind and scoop what I can salvage of the sand in an empty pot before carefully replanting the flower. It’s still alive, but I’m not sure it will survive the shock.

The greenhouse smells of damp soil, and the floor is wet. Drops of water shine on the leaves. I look up. An overhead irrigation system has been installed. At least the plants didn’t die of thirst in my absence. Whoever did the work must’ve forgotten to latch the door.

When I get back inside, Maxime waits in the lounge. Taking in his emotionless expression, I swallow.

“Come here,” he says with an even voice.

I’m not going to let him touch me like that. His gaze tracks my movements as I slip around him.

“Damn you, Zoe,” he says, coming after me with big steps.

I escape to the room, hoping to reach it so I can lock myself in before he follows me inside, but when I get to the door I stop so suddenly he slams into my back.

The air is knocked from my lungs not only by the collision, but also by the sight in front of me. I stare at the dress hanging from the curtain rail in front of the window, illuminated by the soft early morning light.

A white dress with a wide skirt and an embroidered bodice.

A wedding dress.

A bouquet of white roses tied with a pink ribbon lies on the bed. Two velvet boxes are neatly arranged next to the flowers, a square one that holds the diamond choker necklace and a smaller one with the earrings he gave me in Venice. On the floor at the foot end of the bed stands a pair of white Cinderella shoes. The room smells of roses, and I already know I’ll find petals and candles in the bathroom.

My throat closes up. It doesn’t make sense. Spinning around, I look at Maxime’s left hand where his wedding band should be. Why is that finger bare? Why has it escaped my attention until now? Laying a hand on my neck, I take a step back. Many men don’t wear rings. It doesn’t mean anything. The dress does. The dress and everything else.

“What’s going on?” I ask in a hoarse voice.

He backs me up into the room. “I would’ve explained if you’d given me a chance.”

“Explain what?” The back of my knees hit the bed.

“Stay,” he says, walking out of the room.

I obey not because I want to but because I’m stunned into a state of immobility, frozen to the spot.

A moment later, he returns with a slice of quiche served on a plate. He sets it with napkin and fork on the nightstand.

“Explain what, Maxime?” I ask with a dry mouth.

“Eat something, dye your hair, have a warm bath, and put on the dress.”

“Put on the dress why?” I ask, hysteria creeping up on me.

He only looks at me, looks and looks and looks until I want to scream.

My voice rises in volume. “Tell me.”

He just stands there, mechanical like a robot, infuriatingly calm. “You know why.”

Banging my fists on his chest, I cry, “Tell me, damn you.” My mind begs for an explanation. “Say it.”

He catches my wrists in a painful grip. His calm slips, and ice glazes the gray of his eyes. “We’re getting married.”

I sink down onto the bed, my wrists still captured in his hands. “You are married.”

“I called it off. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

No. I didn’t want to cheat. I didn’t want to be the mistress of a married man, but I don’t want to be his wife. Not like this. My breath catches. “I don’t understand.”

“I gave it all up for you, Zoe.”

His words are like lava being dripped over my head. My face grows hot, the heat rolling out over my body to the tips of my toes. “What did you do, Maxime?”

“I paid a price.”

He paid a price. He didn’t marry Izabella. “The contract…”

“My father made a new deal. Alexis stood in for me.”

Alexis married Izabella?

“No cheating,” he says through tight lips, lowering his head to mine. “No one else but you. I’m all yours. No more hands-off excuses, Zoe. Tonight, I’m taking what’s mine.” He lets me go with a shove.

I can only stare at him in dread. He can’t be serious. Yet his face says otherwise. His angry steps as he retreats tell me just how serious he is. So does the key that turns in the lock after he’s slammed the door shut.

At the sound, I come to my senses. Jumping up, I run to the door and pull on the handle. Locked. I twist around and lean on the wood, sweat breaking out over my brow.


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