A Scandalous Marriage

Natalie didn’t say a word as he swept her into the bedroom. She was too busy fighting with the futile hopes that his passionate words evoked in her.

Because he didn’t really want her, did he? Not for forever. Just for the time being.

But the time being was exciting, she told herself as he lowered her to the bed.

Enjoy it, Natalie.

And who knew what might happen in the future?

When a wealthy man wants a wife, he doesn’t always follow the rules!

Welcome to Miranda Lee’s stunning, sexy new trilogy!

Meet Richard, Reece and Mike, three Sydney millionaires with a mission—they all want to get married…but none wants to fall in love!

Bought: One Bride

Richard’s story:

His money can buy him anything he wants…and he wants a wife!

The Tycoon’s Trophy Wife

Reece’s story:

She was everything he wanted in a wife…till he fell in love with her!

A Scandalous Marriage

Mike’s story:

He married her for money—her beauty was a bonus!

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A Scandalous Marriage

Miranda Lee

www.millsandboon.co.uk

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

EPILOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

MIKE was grimly silent during the taxi ride from Mascot to his apartment in Glebe. He wasn’t at all happy with the way his business trip to the States had turned out, or the course of action he’d rather impulsively decided to take.

But it was too late to change his mind now. He was locked in.

Once home, Mike stripped off the Italian business suit that he’d bought for his meeting with Helsinger and headed for the bathroom. After a shower and shave, he pulled on blue jeans and a T-shirt, then set about cooking himself a decent breakfast. The breakfast they’d served him on the plane as they’d approached Sydney hadn’t touched his sides.

Mike ate the plate of bacon and eggs out on the sun-drenched balcony, which was north-facing and had a great view of Sydney’s inner harbour.

The balcony was one of the reasons Mike had bought this particular apartment. Water relaxed him, he’d discovered. He liked nothing better than to sit out here in the evening after a hard day’s work on the computer, sipping a glass of whisky whilst the water distracted and calmed his mind.

Nothing, however, was going to calm his mind at this moment.

He ate quickly, his aim just to fill his stomach before driving into the city to meet with his best friend—and banker. As Mike scraped the leftovers into the garbage disposal he wondered what Richard’s reaction would be.

Mike suspected he’d be supportive of his rather unconventional decision. Richard might look conservative, but underneath he was anything but. You didn’t get to be CEO of an international bank before the age of forty by being meek and mild. Richard had his ruthless side, especially when it came to making money. And as crazy as Mike’s scheme might sound, if it succeeded, it was going to make both of them very wealthy men.

Five minutes later, Mike slipped on his favourite black leather jacket and headed for the front door. Half an hour later, he was sitting in Richard’s office.

‘What do you mean you didn’t see Helsinger?’ Richard’s tone was more confused than angry. ‘I thought you’d lined that meeting up before you left Sydney.’

‘Unfortunately, Chuck was called out of town the day I arrived in LA,’ Mike told him. ‘He left his apologies. A family emergency.’

‘Hell, Mike. That was bad luck.’

‘No sweat. I met with his managing director, instead. He assured me Comproware were still very interested in my new anti-virus, anti-spyware program.’

‘Yes, I’m sure they are,’ Richard said drily. ‘It’s brilliant.’

Mike wholeheartedly agreed with Richard. It was brilliant, especially the way it could track back to see where the virus—or the spy—came from, then deliver a counter-strike of its own. Mike had known, right from the first day he’d started work on the ground-breaking program, that his own relatively small, Australian-based software company didn’t have the power to do such a product justice. He needed an international company with marketing clout to launch it, worldwide.

After doing some indepth research, he’d come up with Comproware, a relatively new American software company that had great marketing flair, and which also had a reputation for offering generous contracts to the creators of new programs and games, paying royalties instead of a flat sum.

After some not-so-successful negotiating via the internet and the telephone, Mike had flown to Comproware’s head office in America to meet the owner face to face. He’d expected to pin Helsinger down to a contract during his two-day stopover. He certainly hadn’t expected what had transpired, or the path he’d now set himself upon.

‘I didn’t get a contract,’ he admitted. ‘What I did get, however, was the offer of a possible partnership.’

‘A partnership!’ Richard exclaimed excitedly. ‘With Chuck Helsinger? You’ve got to be kidding. That man’s a retail legend. Everything he touches turns to gold. A partnership with him has to be worth millions.’

‘Actually, Rich, more like billions. If I can close this deal, your fifteen per cent of my little company is going to make you an even richer man than you already are. Reece is going to be pretty pleased with his fifteen per cent, too.’

And my seventy per cent share means I’m going to be able to do all those things I’ve always wanted to do, Mike thought, not for the first time. A boys’ club in every city and big town in Australia. Lots more summer camps. And scholarships.

The possibilities were limitless!

If he got the partnership.

Richard shook his head in amazement. ‘I can’t believe it. This is incredible.’

‘There was one small catch. But I can fix that.’

Richard immediately looked wary. ‘What catch?’

‘Chuck Helsinger has a hard-and-fast rule about the men he goes into partnership with.’

‘What rule is that?’

‘They have to be married. Settled men with solid family values.’

‘You’re joking.’

‘Nope.’

Richard groaned, then leant back in his leather office chair, his elbows on the padded arm-rests, his hands steepled together in front, his dark brows drawing together. ‘And how, pray tell, are you going to fix that?’

‘I’ve already started. I immediately emailed Chuck that I’d recently become engaged to a wonderful girl and that we were getting married before Christmas.’

Richard’s eyebrows formed a sardonic arch. ‘That was very inventive of you, Mike, but I don’t think that’s going to cut it. A man like Chuck Helsinger is sure to have any prospective business partner of his thoroughly investigated. He’ll soon find out that you lied to him.’

‘I did think of that. But it’s not going to be a lie for long.’

Richard shot forward on his chair. ‘You mean you’d actually get married!’

Mike could understand his friend’s shock. Mike was, after all, a confirmed bachelor. He’d told Richard many times that marriage would never be on his agenda.

Still, he’d never anticipated a deal such as this coming his way. Sometimes, a man had to do what a man had to do.

But on his own terms, of course.

‘If I want this partnership,’ Mike said matter-of-factly, ‘I’m going to have to. And as soon as possible. Helsinger is going to be in Sydney on the fourth of December to pick up a luxury yacht he’s having built here. It’s a Christmas present for his family. He and his wife want me and my new bride to join them for a couple of days for a getting-to-know-you cruise around Sydney’s waterways. I presume, if I pass muster as a happily married man with solid family values, the partnership will be mine.’

‘Good God!’ Richard exclaimed.

‘Look, I don’t intend to stay married,’ Mike informed his friend. ‘It will just be a business arrangement, played out till the partnership is signed and sealed.’

‘That’s a bit cold-blooded, isn’t it, Mike? Even for you.’

Mike shrugged. ‘The end justifies the means. After all, what right does that hypocritical old buzzard have to insist on such a ridiculous requirement? Being married has nothing to do with being a good businessman. I’m proof of that.’

‘Maybe, but that doesn’t make him hypocritical.’

‘You reckon? I did some investigating myself before I decided on Comproware, delving into its owner’s professional and personal background. Did you know that Chuck’s on his third wife, a woman, I might add, who’s a good twenty-five years younger than his own seventy years? Okay, so they have been married for sixteen years and she’s given him children. Two boys. But does that make him a decent man with solid family values?’

‘I see what you mean,’ Richard muttered.

‘His wife can’t be much better. Do you honestly think she married him for his charm? Hell, no. She hitched herself to a gravy train, like lots of women do with wealthy guys. You know how it is, Rich. Money is one hell of an incentive when it comes to some members of the fairer sex. Since I became a millionaire, I’ve never been lacking for female company. I’ll have no trouble finding myself a temporary wife. I just have to wave the right amount under the right girl’s mercenary little nose.’

‘You sound like you have someone in mind. One of your ex-girlfriends, I suppose. You’ve had enough of them.’

‘Hell, no. None of those will do. The last thing I want is complications, or consequences. I need a wife who knows exactly what I require from her, right from the start. Which is absolutely nothing but appearances. This will be a marriage in name only, to be discreetly dissolved at a later date. There will be no consummation of this union. Be assured of that!’ Mike finished up forcefully.

He was sick and tired of women claiming emotional involvement with him, despite his up-front warnings. They seemed to accept his ‘just-company-and-sex’ rule to begin with. But once he took them to bed a few times, they changed. Mike couldn’t bear it when a woman started telling him she loved him. For one thing, he just didn’t believe them. Women trotted out those three little words all the time to manipulate men. And to try to trap them.

Little did they know that telling Mike they loved him was the kiss of death.

That was the reason for his many exes. As soon as they began to get clingy, that was it. His latest ex had been a dedicated career girl. A lawyer, chosen because he’d thought she might be different. But no…she’d soon become just as possessive as all the others.

Mike had given up dating for a while, because he simply couldn’t stand the scenes. Lately, he’d been spending his spare time with his charity work, instead. And putting in more hours at the gym.

‘And where do you think you’re going to find this super mercenary creature, Mike? Girls don’t walk around with signs on them saying they’ll marry for money.’

‘What a short memory you have, Rich. I’ll get her from an internet introduction agency, of course. Didn’t you tell me yourself that you tried Wives Wanted before you found Holly? And didn’t you confess to me over a bottle of Johnny Walker that that particular matchmaking service had loads of good-looking gold-diggers on their books?’

Richard frowned. ‘You’re right. I did say that. But, in hindsight, maybe I misjudged them. I was in a pretty cynical state of mind at the time I dated those women. They probably weren’t as bad as all that. I mean, Reece found Alanna using that agency. No one in their right minds would call her a gold-digger.’

‘There are always the exception to the rule,’ Mike said, his mind momentarily going to Reece’s lovely and very loving wife. ‘Alanna is that exception. Wives Wanted will have what I’m looking for. What I need from you, Rich, is their contact number. Do you still have it? If you don’t, I could ask Reece.’

‘I have it here somewhere,’ Richard admitted.

No use protesting further, he realised as he opened the top drawer in his desk and went through the pile of business cards he kept in the corner, looking for the one from Wives Wanted. Mike was clearly determined to do this. And who could blame him? A partnership with Chuck Helsinger was the chance of a lifetime.

Still…

Holly wasn’t going to believe him when he told her about this tonight. Mike was the most anti-marriage guy they knew. Anti-marriage. Anti-love. And anti-women.

No, that was going too far. He wasn’t anti-women. There was always some beautiful dolly-bird on his arm. Women buzzed around Mike like bees to the honeypot. Richard wasn’t too sure why, since Mike wasn’t conventionally handsome. Holly said it was because he was tall, dark and dangerous-looking.

Richard conceded that Mike’s macho appearance might be the main contributing factor to his attractiveness. He had wall-to-wall muscles. And then some.

He also rarely dressed in suits, favouring jeans and leather jackets. Black, like the one he had on today.

Whatever it was, Mike was never lacking in female company. Fortunately, Holly didn’t go for that type. She preferred his own more conservative, well-groomed style. Thank God.

‘Here it is,’ he said as he picked up the card and handed it across to Mike. ‘The woman who runs the place is called Natalie Fairlane. Her name and number are on the back. She’ll want you to come in for an interview before she matches you up with anyone. She never takes on a client over the internet. I suggest you don’t tell her up front what your agenda is. Ms Fairlane takes her matchmaking services very seriously. One other little word of warning, too. The women on the Wives Wanted database whom I dated were all drop dead gorgeous. It might be wise if you didn’t pick one who’s too beautiful. Otherwise, it could be hard for a man like you to keep your hands off.’

Mike bristled. ‘What do you mean, a man like me?’

‘You like your sex, Mike. Don’t pretend you don’t. You’ve had more girlfriends in the few years I’ve known you than the stock market has ups and down. I think you’re very wise not consummating this marriage. But will you be able to resist temptation? The reality is that during the time that you’re going to be…“married”—’ Richard made quotation-like signs with his fingers ‘—you and your new bride will be together quite a bit. You’ll have to share a cabin on Helsinger’s yacht, for starters. If she’s too pretty, you might find it hard to keep your hands off the merchandise.’

‘You underestimate me, Rich. I can do celibate. No problem.’ He’d been doing it for a few weeks now. ‘For the amount of money at stake here, I’d become a monk for life.’

Richard didn’t look too convinced. ‘If you say so. Now don’t forget what I said about Natalie Fairlane,’ he added when Mike stood up. ‘Watch what you say to her.’

‘I think you’re being a bit naïve about the owner of Wives Wanted,’ Mike replied. ‘Ms Fairlane is in the marriage business strictly for the money, just like ninety-nine per cent of her female clients. Wave the right amount under her nose and the old bag’ll find me the right girl before you can say Jack Robinson.’

A wry smile pulled at Richard’s mouth as he watched Mike leave. He’d love to be a fly on the wall when his friend met the formidable Ms Fairlane.

Mike might be right about her being as mercenary as some of the women on the Wives Wanted database. He didn’t know her well enough to judge. But an old bag, she was not.

CHAPTER TWO

‘MUM, this is terrible,’ Natalie said. ‘How on earth did you and Dad let your finances get into such a mess?’

Even as she asked the question Natalie already knew the answer. Her father had always been attracted to get-rich-quick schemes. He wasn’t a gambler in the ordinary sense of the word. He didn’t waste money at casinos or on the racetrack, but he was a sucker for the kind of investment or business idea that sounded too good to be true, and usually was.

Natalie hadn’t realised what a poor businessman he’d been when she’d been growing up. She’d never lacked for anything. As an only child, she’d actually been rather spoilt.

It wasn’t till Natalie had grown up that she’d realised her parents lived mainly on credit.

She’d been helping her mother out with her housekeeping budget for quite some time—slipping her a hundred dollars or so every time they saw each other. But now, it seemed that things had really hit rock-bottom. Her father could no longer continue with his latest venture—a lawn-mowing franchise he’d foolishly borrowed money on top of his already hefty mortgage to buy, and which required a fit young man to run.

Natalie’s dad was reasonably fit. But he was fifty-seven.

Last month, he’d fallen and broken his ankle.

Naturally, he hadn’t taken out any income-protection insurance. What sane insurance company would have given it to him, anyway?

The bank was threatening to repossess their house if they didn’t meet their mortgage, which was already running months in arrears. Natalie could cover a couple of months’ payments, but not the many thousands of dollars they were behind.

Which meant her parents would shortly have no money and no place to live.

Natalie shuddered at the thought of having them live with her. She was thirty-four years of age, long past the time when you enjoyed living with your parents.

On top of that, she ran her business from home, using one of the two bedrooms in her terraced house as an office-cum-computer room, and her downstairs living room as her reception and interviewing area.

Things would get very difficult with two more adults in the place. Especially two miserable ones.

‘Don’t you worry, dear,’ her mother said. ‘I’m going to get a job.’

Natalie rolled her eyes. Her mother was as big a dreamer as her father. She hadn’t been properly employed for over twenty years. She’d been busy helping her silly husband with all his crazy schemes. On top of that, she was even older than Natalie’s dad.

No one was going to employ a fifty-nine-year-old woman with no certifiable qualifications.

‘Don’t be ridiculous, Mum,’ Natalie said more sharply than she intended. ‘It’s not that easy to get a job at your age.’

‘I’m going to do cleaning. Your father ran off some fliers on that old computer and printer you gave him and I put them in every postbox in the neighbourhood.’

Natalie wanted to cry. It wasn’t right that her mother had to become a cleaner at her age.

‘Mum, I could get a second mortgage on this place,’ Natalie offered. ‘It’s gone up quite a bit in value since I bought it.’

‘You’ll do no such thing,’ her mother said firmly. ‘We’ll be fine. I don’t want you to worry.’

Then why did you tell me? Natalie groaned silently.

The sound of her doorbell ringing brought Natalie back to her own life. ‘Mum, can I ring you back later? I have a client at the door.’ Her first in a fortnight. Business at Wives Wanted had dropped off a bit this past month. She hadn’t had any new female clients, either. Maybe it was time for another series of magazine ads. It was a rare business that could survive on word of mouth alone.

‘You go, dear. But do ring me back later.’

‘I will. I promise.’

Natalie hung up quickly, buttoning up her suit jacket as she rose and headed for the front door.

A quick glance in the hallway mirror as she passed by assured her she looked every inch the professional businesswoman. Her thick auburn hair was pulled back tightly into a French pleat. Her make-up was minimal and her jewellery discreet. Just a slimline gold wrist-watch and simple gold studs in her ears.

It wasn’t till her hand reached for the knob that Natalie wondered what Mr Mike Stone looked like.

He’d been referred to her by Richard Crawford, a merchant banker who’d been a client of Wives Wanted earlier this year. Natalie suspected, however, that Mr Stone wasn’t in the banking business. He hadn’t sounded like executive material over the phone. He’d sounded less polished than Richard Crawford. Hopefully, that didn’t mean less rich. Most of her male clients were well-off, professional men.

But beggars couldn’t be choosers, especially not right now. If Mr Stone was willing to pay a few thousand for her to find him a wife, then he could be a truck driver for all she cared.

Better, however, if he were a rich truck driver.

Most of her girls weren’t in the market for working-class husbands.

Natalie turned the knob and opened the front door, her eyes widening when she saw the man standing on her doorstep.

Never, during the three years she’d been running Wives Wanted, had she had a client quite like this.

He wouldn’t have looked totally out of place behind the wheel of a truck, she supposed. Not if it was an army truck and he was wearing a military uniform instead of the jeans and black leather jacket he was currently wearing.

Mike Stone was soldier material through and through.

Not an ordinary soldier, Natalie decided as her assessing gaze travelled all the way up his impressive body to his hard, dark eyes and close-cropped brown hair. A commando, one of those highly trained soldiers who went on covert missions and killed people without making a sound or turning a hair’s breadth.

He wasn’t classically good-looking. His features lacked symmetry. His nose had obviously been broken at one stage and his mouth was way too cruel.

But, for all that, Natalie found him extremely attractive.

Natalie smothered an inner sigh of frustration, at the same time making sure that not a single hint of interest showed on her face.

Ever since she could remember, Natalie had been attracted to men like this. Men who didn’t fit the conventional mould. Men who exuded an air of danger. Men who both intrigued and aroused her.

Ten years ago, she would have gone openly gaga over this guy. Today, the inner twanging of her female antennae irritated the life out of her.

‘Ms Fairlane?’ he enquired, his rough, gravelly voice matching his appearance.

‘Yes,’ she returned, annoyed with the way her heart was racing. And with the way he was looking her up and down, his expression somewhat surprised. What on earth had Richard Crawford told him about her?

‘Mike Stone,’ he said at last, and held out his hand.

She hesitated before she placed her own hand in his, steeling herself not to react to his touch in any way.