Captive in his Castle - Softcover

Shaw, Chantelle

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0373239149 ISBN 13: 9780373239146

Publisher: Harlequin Presents Larger Print, 2013

Synopsis

Captured by her enemy

Drago Cassari would stake his multinational business on the fact that Jess Harper is a thief and a liar. In order to protect his family, he must keep her close. But captive in his palazzo, feisty Jess soon gets under his skin. Drago knows he is a fool, but Jess is like a fire in his blood....

Being with Drago is like heaven and hell—exquisite nights give way to harsh reality when she discovers she's pregnant. Now she's bound to the arrogant Italian—and the sins of her past—forever....

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About the Author:

Chantelle Shaw enjoyed a happy childhood making up stories in her head. Always an avid reader, Chantelle discovered Mills & Boon as a teenager and during the times when her children refused to sleep, she would pace the floor with a baby in one hand and a book in the other! Twenty years later she decided to write one of her own. Writing takes up most of Chantelle’s spare time, but she also enjoys gardening and walking. She doesn't find domestic chores so pleasurable!

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'Who the hell is Jess?'

Drago Cassari raked his fingers through the swathe of dark hair that had fallen forward onto his brow, concern and frustration etched onto his hard features as he stared at the motionless figure of his cousin lying in the bed in the intensive care unit. Angelo's face was grey against the white sheets. Only the almost imperceptible rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was still clinging to life, aided by the various tubes attached to his body, while the machine next to the bed recorded his vital signs.

At least he was now breathing unaided, and three days after he had been pulled from the wreckage of his car and rushed to the Venice-Mestre hospital there were indications that he was beginning to regain consciousness. He had even muttered something. Just one word. A name.

'Do you know who Angelo is referring to?' Drago turned his gaze on the two women who were standing at the end of the bed, clinging to each other and weeping. 'Is Jess a friend of Angelo's?'

His aunt Dorotea gave a sob. 'I don't know what his involvement with her is. You know how strangely he has been behaving lately. He hardly ever answered his phone when I called him. But I did manage to speak to him a few days before...' her voice shook '...before the accident, and he told me that he had given up his college course and was living with a woman called Jess Harper.'

'Then perhaps she is his mistress.' Drago was not overly surprised to hear that his cousin had dropped out of the business course he had been studying at a private London college. Angelo had been overindulged by his mother since his father's death when he had been a young boy, and he shied away from anything that approached hard work. Rather more surprising was the news that he had been living with a woman in England. Angelo was painfully lacking in self-confidence with the opposite sex, but it sounded as though he had overcome his shyness.

'Did he give you the address of where he was staying? I need to contact this woman and arrange for her to visit him.' Drago glanced across the bed to the expert neurologist who was in charge of his cousin's care. 'Do you think there is a chance that the sound of her voice might rouse Angelo?'

'It is possible,' the doctor replied cautiously. 'If your cousin has a close relationship with this woman then he might respond if she talks to him.'

Aunt Dorotea gave another sob. 'I'm not sure it would be a good idea to bring her here. I am afraid she is a bad influence on Angelo.'

Drago frowned. 'What do you mean? Surely if this Jess Harper can help to rouse him then it is imperative that she comes to Italy as soon as possible? Why do you think she is a bad influence?'

He controlled his impatience as his aunt collapsed onto a chair and wept so hard that her shoulders shook. His jaw clenched. He understood her agony. When he had first seen Angelo after he had undergone surgery to stem the bleed in his brain Drago had felt the acid burn of tears at the back of his throat. His cousin was just twenty-two, in many ways still a boy—although when he had been that age he had already become chairman of Cassa di Cassari, with a great weight of responsibility and expectation on his shoulders, he remembered. The deaths of his father and uncle, who had been killed in an avalanche while they were skiing, had thrust Drago into the cut-throat world of big business. He had also had to take care of his devastated mother and aunt, and he had assumed the role of a father figure to his then seven-year-old cousin.

Seeing Angelo like this tore at his insides. The waiting, the wondering if the young man would be left with permanent brain damage, was torture. Drago was a man of action, a man used to being in control of every situation, but for the past three days he had felt helpless. His aunt and his mother were distraught, and he wished he could comfort them and assure them that Angelo would recover. For the past fifteen years he had done his best to look after his family, and he hated the feeling that in this situation he was powerless. He had no magic wand to bring Angelo back to consciousness, but he had the name of a woman who might be able to help.

His mother was gently patting her sister-in-law's shoulder. 'Dorotea, you must tell Drago what Angelo has done, and why you are so worried about his involvement with the Englishwoman.'

Drago stared at his aunt. 'What has he done?'

For a few moments she did not answer, but at last she choked back her sobs. 'He has given this woman money...a lot of money. In fact all of the inheritance that his father left him,' Aunt Dorotea said in wavering voice. 'And that's not all. Jess Harper has a criminal record.'

'How do you know this?'

'A week ago Maurio Rochas, who used to be in charge of Angelo's trust fund and still acts as his financial adviser, phoned me. He was troubled because what he had to tell me was confidential information, but he felt I should know that Angelo had withdrawn his entire inheritance fund from the bank. When I spoke to Angelo I asked him what he had done with the money. He was very abrupt with me,' Aunt Dorotea explained in a hurt voice. 'It was most unlike him. But he finally admitted that he had lent his inheritance fund to this woman—Jess Harper—but he did not say why she needed the money, or when it would be repaid.'

Drago knew that the bulk of his cousin's inheritance was tied up in shares and other investments, but Angelo still had a huge fortune available to him—which he had apparently handed over to a woman who had a criminal record. It was not surprising Aunt Dorotea was concerned.

'Angelo was very cagey,' she continued. 'I felt he was hiding something from me. I was so worried that I phoned Maurio back to discuss the matter. Maurio admitted that out of concern for Angelo he had tried to find out more about this Englishwoman and had discovered that she was convicted of fraud some years ago.'

Drago swore softly and received a reproachful glance from his mother. Dio! He could not help feeling frustrated. Sometimes he wondered if his relatives would ever take charge of their own lives instead of relying on him to deal with their problems. He had encouraged his cousin to go to England to study, believing that it would do him good to be more independent. But it sounded as though Angelo had walked straight into trouble.

'What has the damned idiot done?' he muttered beneath his breath.

Unfortunately his aunt had excellent hearing.

'How can you blame Angelo? Especially when his life hangs in the balance?' she said tearfully. 'Perhaps this Jess Harper told Angelo some sob story that he fell for. You know what a soft heart he has. He is young, and I admit a little naive. But I'm sure you remember how you were conned by that Russian woman years ago, Drago. Although of course that situation was a lot worse, because your actions almost forced Cassa di Cassari into bankruptcy.'

Drago gritted his teeth at his aunt's reminder of the most humiliating episode of his life. When he had been Angelo's age his judgement had been compromised by a woman's beautiful face and sexy body. He had fallen hard for the sensual promise in Natalia Yenka's dark eyes, and he had persuaded the board members of Cassa di Cassari—the luxury homeware company that had been founded by his great-grandfather—to make a huge investment in the Russian woman's business venture. But the venture had been a scam, and the catastrophic financial loss incurred by Cassa di Cassari had resulted in Drago only narrowly escaping a vote of no confidence from the board.

Since then he had worked hard to win back their support, and he was proud that under his leadership Cassa di Cassari had grown to be one of Italy's highest-grossing businesses, with a global export market. At the recent AGM he had announced that the company would be floated on the stockmarket for a record opening share price that would raise several billion pounds.

It had been Drago's crowning moment—one that he had striven for with ruthless determination—but neither the board members nor his family knew of the personal sacrifices he had made in the pursuit of success, or of the emptiness inside him.

He shook his head as if to dismiss his thoughts, although dark memories of his past lingered in the shadows of his mind. Focusing his attention once more on his cousin, he felt a sharp pain, as if a knife blade had been thrust between his ribs. He did not think his aunt would cope if she lost her only son. This desperate waiting and hoping was intolerable, and if there was even the slightest chance that hearing the Englishwoman's voice would bring Angelo back from the abyss then Drago was convinced that he must persuade her to come to the hospital.

'Where are you going?' his aunt asked tremulously as he swung away from the bed and strode across the room.

'To find Jess Harper. And when I do you can be sure I will demand some answers,' he replied grimly.

Struggling to carry her heavy toolbox and a bulging bag of groceries, Jess let herself into her flat and stooped to pick up the post from the doormat. There were two bills, and a letter which she recognised was from the bank. For a moment her heart lurched, before she remembered that her business account was no longer in the red and she did not have to worry about paying back a hefty overdraft. Old habits died hard, she thought ruefully. She wondered if the novelty of being financially solvent would ever wear off.

On her way down the hall she glanced into Angelo's room. It was still unusually tidy—which meant that he hadn't come back. Jess frowned. It was three days since he had disappeared, and since then he hadn't answered any of her calls. Should she be worried about him? He had probably moved on to another job, like so ...

About this edition

• Publisher: Harlequin Presents Larger Print
• Publication date: 2013
• ISBN 10: 0373239149
• ISBN 13: 9780373239146
• Binding: Mass Market Paperback
• Number of pages: 256