A Wicked Proposition

By Karolyn Cairns

Lady Catherine Dunleavy arrived in London from Dublin to confront her negligent guardian, only to find the man has abandoned his Countess, and the three orphans left in his care. Her sister offers her condolences for the tragedy that has killed their parents and sanctuary, but little else in the way of help. The Earl has made plans to set aside his Countess and has petitioned for divorce. Scandalous and as unheard of as it is, Catherine realizes without Lord Iverleigh's help, her and her two young brothers are destitute.
Her sister Lilly seems content to sit back and give Lord Iverleigh his way, but Catherine has other ideas. The shockingly wicked solution to end his plans of divorce and remarriage to his illustrious mistress gives Catherine the idea. Steal him away from the widow and spurn him, and give her sister the chance she needs to reconcile with her husband. But Gabriel is not the man Catherine was led to believe, and after enjoying his tender passions, she comes to see the man that he truly is.
Honest and noble to a fault, the handsome nobleman Gabriel St. Armand has seen his share of heartache at the hands of his treacherous wife. He rescues the raven-haired beauty from life in a brothel, only to discover a woman who reignites his heart's desire. Determined now to be free of his Countess and to be with Catherine, he has no idea his steps to free himself further imperil them both.
Nicholas Van Ryker is a smuggler and adventurer, and unlikely best friend to Gabriel. He obsesses over the green-eyed beauty his friend stole beneath his nose, determined to ignore the feelings she ignites within him. Gabriel asks him to follow his new mistress and divine her many secrets. Nicholas agrees, led by the memory of a stirring kiss shared in a quiet garden. He discovers Catherine is deceiving his friend and offers terms to keep his silence. He thinks one day with her spent in his bed will make him forget the lush beauty he cannot get from his mind.
The Countess's game is in play. Lilly is not about to give up her place as Gabriel's wife. Determined and cunning, she has thought of everything to reach her goals, even sacrificing the sister who unknowingly aids her.
From the smoke-filled boudoirs of London's most notorious brothel to the drawing rooms of the nobility, comes a tale of murder, blackmail, and unquenchable passions. On a windswept island a new love is born and is tested by the unseen ghosts of the past.
Catherine is haunted by a love she cannot forget and a man who owns her soul. Forced to choose, she must follow her heart at last.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karolyn Cairns
• Release date: Jan 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465740557

Karolyn Cairns

Karolyn Cairns-Black lives in West Virginia with her husband Adam and three rescue dogs. She's busy at work. Its been a great year. She just wrapped up the fifth and sixth installment of The Wicked series in two parts, both available now.The follow up novels in The Viking Horde series are underway. Collin and Meghera's story titled A Viking's Heart is in works, the third in the series. The fourth installment about Joran and Allisande's son Storm is finished, to be published on the heels of A Viking's Heart. Two more novels are intended about their daughters Star and Wynter.Karolyn also writes suspense thrillers under the pen name KJ Black. The Gift Horse, her second novel was a finalist winner in the Greenlight Award Contest.Karolyn enjoys reviews and comments from her readers. She thanks you for all your encouragement and support!

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PROLOGUE

Ireland 1799

Do ye love me, Lilly? Brian rolled atop the beautiful blonde woman amid the hay pile. He smiled down at her adoringly. Dark blue eyes stared up at him in sudden annoyance. Brian O’Neil was ruggedly handsome. His hard muscled body pressed her down in the hay. Lilly was encouraged to linger with him longer. Reality intruded, however, and made her decision to return to the hall.

Reality came in the form of a stepmother. The lady prowled the manor in search of her errant stepdaughter. Lilly looked forward to another rousing argument with her father’s wife. It was the highlight of her day, annoying her stepmother.

Lilly saw the vicar’s tearful wife leaving earlier. It was right after the day’s services. Knowing the exact cause of Mrs. Donnelly’s woes, Lilly snuck to the stable. She sought out Brian to delay the wrath that was sure to follow Mrs. Donnely’s telling on her.

Brian frowned as Lilly pushed away from him. She straightened her skirts. Avoiding his gaze, she plucked hay from her mussed white-blonde hair. Brian scowled and fell back onto the hay pile with a curse.

Ye can’t say the words, can ye?

Lilly flicked him a bored look, ignoring him to repair her appearance.

Brian’s handsome face contorted in anger. I thought I could go along with this farce. I thought ye loved me, but ye don’t. Ye were just using me.

Brian, don’t be an idiot! We can’t be together like that. I’m to be married, Lilly said coolly and shrugged. Do not pretend this is more than it is.

What will you tell His-Fancy-Pants-Lordship when he discovers his bride is no virgin? Brian flung, hurt in his eyes.

If he’s as observant as you, nothing, Lilly admitted, smirking in delight. Let us not part this way. My marriage need not concern you.

Lilly wearied of Brian O’Neil’s sickly proclamations of love. The stable hand on her father’s estate was only one of her many lovers. If not for the size of his most pleasing asset, she would have grown bored with him long before now. Brian became demanding since the betrothal announcement.

The stable hand pressured her to go to her father and refuse the match. His cloying insistence was amusing at first. Lilly enjoyed it for a time. Now, he just annoyed her. Lilly could hardly wait to marry the Earl of Iverleigh. Nothing would hinder her plans. She stood, brushing out her skirts.

Stay here and marry me, Lilly, Brian insisted, his heart in his gaze. Do not do this. Go to your father. He isn’t a cruel man to force you.

Don’t be ridiculous! I must marry someone of my class, Brian, Lilly said harshly, laughing at his anguished look. You did not really think I would wed a stable boy, did you? My, you are more dull-witted than I thought.

Brian O’Neil realized his mother was right. He was just a fine stud in her father’s stable. His mother warned him to stay away from Dunleavy’s daughter.

Brian heard of her reputation in the village, but refused to believe the tales. He had thought he was different from her other lovers. Sadly, he was not.

Go then, my fine lady, he replied coldly, his hurt reflected in his brown eyes. What will ye do if ye carry my bastard, Lilly? We have done nothing to prevent it this time.

The same thing I did before, Brian, she informed him sweetly, her blue eyes glittering in spite. I will just get rid of it.

Brian felt his heart plummet. He was sickened to think of her seeking the old crone in the village for such a purpose.

You are an evil wench, Lilly, he raged, face etched in pain. I pity your future husband enough to warn him!

Pity him if you wish, but do you a favor and say nothing, she warned, eyes narrowing. Recall the last one who held your position?

Brian tensed. Everyone questioned Rory O’Brien’s sudden leaving. Lilly had the same hold over him. One hint of this to her father and he would be dismissed.

Go with my blessing! Brian fumed to know he could say nothing. Your secret is safe, Lady Fancy-Pants! But mark me well, one day you will pay for all that you have done.

Lilly shrugged away his dire predictions. She had already found a replacement for Brian. The handsome vicar was far less pious in the pews. Lilly recalled Vicar Donnelly’s wife’s horror with amusement. She could envision the look on her Stepmother’s face when Mrs. Donnelly told her tales. Her eyes gleamed with relish.

Lilly took the ladder to the stable below. She dusted her skirts, and heard a noise nearby. Lilly looked about. Behind a stall, she found her eight year-old half sister hiding. Lilly grabbed the little girl by her dark braid and yanked her out. Cruel fingers dug into the girl’s ear.

You are spying on me again! You miserable little bitch! Lilly cried, twisting her ear. If you tell anyone, I will make you regret you were ever born! She pinched the tender ear for good measure.

The child cried out, flailing to get away.

Leave her alone, Lilly! Brian said harshly, coming to the child’s rescue.

Lilly shoved her little Sister away. She regarded her lover in disgust, stalking from the stable without a word.

Lady Catherine Dunleavy lay sobbing. A hand gently pulled her up. She blinked up at Brian O’Neil, tears streaming. He wiped her dirt-streaked face in compassion.

I wasn’t spying! Cat cried. Her bright green eyes sparked with defiance. She rubbed her smarting ear. Papa promised me a pony.

Cat continued to sob, looking down at her stained dress. Her mother would be furious.

Pay her no mind, Lady Cat, Brian said as he tweaked her braid. She will be gone soon enough.

Cat smiled at his words. Lilly would no longer be able to hurt her anymore. Her older sister was leaving to marry a peer in England. Cat never told her mother of the abuse she suffered at Lilly’s hands, fearing she wouldn’t be believed.

I will keep watch for your wee pony, child, Brian whispered. He winked down at and returned to his labors.

Cat returned to the Hall. She snuck up to the nursery to ogle her new brother. Her brother’s nurse dozed on a nearby pallet. She eased him out of his cradle, cuddling him close. Cat cringed as Jaime let out a wail, alerting the nurse. Nanny clucked sternly as she rose. Her kind eyes betrayed her.

Lady Cat, you’re going to spoil the wee little Lord, ye are, Nanny grumbled as she ambled over to take the baby.

Can I hold him, please? Cat asked, looking hopeful.

He’s too small yet, Nanny protested. He ain’t a doll or a puppy, missy! Hand him over!

He’s my lord brother. And I adore him! Cat proclaimed, beaming proudly. He’s better than a doll…but just like a puppy, I fear, the girl said, grimacing to see the front of her dress was now soaked.

Your Mother has been looking for you, missy! Now give over the little lord so I can change his nappy, Nanny ordered, eyes twinkling.

Cat handed over her brother and left the nursery at a dead run. The Countess of Dunleavy wasn’t to be ignored. Her mother tolerated no deviations from propriety. Cat knew her mother despaired over her. She had no time to change her soiled dress.

One look over the rail told her none but the butler, Winthrop was about in the foyer below. Cat took to the steps, and slid the rest of the way down on the polished mahogany banister.

Cat giggled at the threatening look she received from the Winthrop. She entered her mother’s elegant salon and found it empty. Cat tiptoed down the hallway, pausing at the study door. Her parents argued within. The source of their quarrel was always her older sister. Lilly seemed to enjoy causing strife with her stepmother. Today was no exception. Huddling close to the door, she listened to the angry words exchanged within.

I want her gone, James! her mother’s outraged voice cried. I won’t abide her under this roof one more night, by God! I shall thrash the chit myself! The vicar’s wife is outraged! It is not every day that good woman catches her husband receiving fellatio in a church pew!

Cat heard her father’s harsh intake of breath.

She leaves in a fortnight, Brionne, James Dunleavy replied wearily. What would you have me do?

You sit on your hands! The girl flaunts her scandalous behavior! You should have taken her in hand years ago. Now it is too late! Brionne accused sharply.

She is leaving tomorrow, James was heard to say consolingly. Lilly is the Englishman’s problem now. She will mind her ways once she is his wife.

Cat heard her mother’s snort of derision through the door. She knew that tone well. Her mother only spoke her mind.

Edward had no right to do this! You should have refused him. You do Iverleigh no service at all in this, Jamie. Mark my words, you will rue the day you agreed to this, her Mother predicted harshly. You only solve one problem by creating another!

It is done, wife! Let it be for once! James snapped in response. It solves the problem!

What of our daughter, James? You traded Catherine’s future without a thought to her!

You worry overmuch, wife! James replied furiously. You wanted Lillianne gone! This is the means! Edward did this for Mary’s sake! I grow weary of this talk. Catherine is yet a child. She has years before she needs to think of marriage.

You don’t worry enough, Jamie, Brionne countered sharply. Thornton has abused his authority again! You should dismiss him at once!

Edward had his reasons…, James began, but trailed off and didn’t mention them. There are matters you don’t know of. He acted as a kindness here. I cannot fault him for this.

You had better hope Iverleigh doesn’t discover the truth, Jamie, Brionne replied harshly. He will not take kindly to what you have done, saddling him with such a spoiled bride!

By then, perhaps the man will love her and not care, James was heard to muse. We can only hope for the best, my love.

Cat crept away from the door. She was confused. Nothing they said made sense to her. Shrugging, she ran back up to the nursery.

Cat watched the next morning as Lilly departed. Her mother obviously won the argument with her father. They stayed in the study arguing for hours that day. The Countess stormed out and retired to her room, locking the door behind her. James Dunleavy spent another uncomfortable night on the settee. A truce was finally reached by first light.

Lilly wore her best traveling costume. She appeared composed and serene. Her trunks were loaded onto the coach bound for Dublin. Inwardly, she broiled with rage. Her stepmother had found the means to be rid of her, and sooner than what was planned. Lilly would reside at a nunnery until her ship’s departure.

The Reverend Mother had been a dear friend of the late Lady Mary, and agreed to keep her daughter under lock and key. Lilly gritted her teeth. She should be sinning with the handsome vicar, enjoying her short-lived freedom until her marriage. It was not to be.

Lilly had little cause to wonder why she left today. Her blame shifted and focused on Catherine. The little girl shivered in fear as she met her Sister’s fierce look, standing close to her parents in the courtyard.

There was little emotion exchanged between James Dunleavy and his eldest daughter. Lilly was stiff as he hugged her goodbye. Their father’s features were set in stone. He looked down at his eldest in regret, before turning away.

James did not see the fury in his daughter’s eyes. He retreated to the stone steps to stand with his wife. Lilly looked back at them all only once as the footman helped her board the coach. Her look of pure hatred was unmistakable.

CHAPTER ONE

London, England 1809

The Countess of Iverleigh nibbled at buttered toast, reading the Gazette when the butler arrived. He cleared his throat to gain her attention. Lilly looked up and frowned at the interruption.

What is it, Dunstan? she asked the butler and tossed down the paper. Can I not have a moment’s peace? If it is those ladies from that children’s organization again, get rid of them!

Dunstan looked contrite. It’s a young woman, Lady Iverleigh. I tried to send her on her way. She was quite adamant to see you. I warned the little baggage to remain on the porch. Shall I send her away?

Did she give you her name, Dunstan? Lilly asked quietly, going very still. A golden brow crept up. Her feral blue eyes narrowed to slits. Dunstan grew red-faced under her icy regard. Might I remind you to inquire before you disturb me?

She might have mentioned her name, Lady Iverleigh. The butler scratched his head. It was an Irish name, I’m certain of it.

Lilly became alert, eyes animated for a brief second. She composed her features to hide her growing elation. A shiver of anticipation made her feet tap under the table. Her visitor was expected months ago. It had all been arranged.

Show her to the salon. I will be there shortly, the Countess ordered in a formal tone.

Lilly leisurely sipped her morning tea. Fingers tapped restlessly on the mahogany tabletop, determined to make the caller wait. The hall clock in the foyer ticked faintly, but sounded loud to her ears. Time was running out. The countless months of working out every last detail were worth a few more minutes. Now it would begin.

The Earl of Iverleigh was never informed her father and stepmother died recently. He was not aware his wife even had siblings much less, he was now their guardian. No, her husband Gabriel had quite put her out of his life. He had no desire to learn more about his wife after those first disastrous months of their marriage. They had not lived under the same roof in nearly a decade.

Lilly was amused by Gabriel’s efforts to avoid her these days, knowing he had spies in her household. They let him know when she was not in residence. Gabriel rarely socialized, avoiding society functions if he thought she would be in attendance. Their paths had not crossed in months.

Lilly’s lips tightened in displeasure to think of his reasons for setting her aside. Gabriel hadn’t a forgiving bone in his body. No, her sickeningly honorable husband held that bar to his esteem very high. Should you displease him, or perish the thought, disappoint him; you would see the icy contempt grow in those dark eyes. Lilly had more than offended him. She smirked despite herself at the memory.

Lilly received the guardianship papers for her sibling’s months before. She didn’t give them to her husband. They were burned in her fireplace. Her sister was now here to force her guardian’s hand. The game Lilly plotted was underway.

Lilly rose from her seat. She arrived at the salon, skirts swishing in announcement. The twinge of jealousy annoyed Lilly as she regarded her little sister. The gangly little girl was gone; a composed beauty in her place. The worn traveling costume complimented the youthful figure. Her raven hair, so like their father’s, looked almost blue-black in the early light trickling through the draperies. She had her mother’s fine, fragile features, Lilly saw, and was pleased.

She would do very nicely, Lilly thought smugly.

The young woman rose from the plush chair. She curtsied prettily before her. Lilly rolled her eyes before the girl raised her head. Green eyes so like their father’s regarded her warily at first. They soon glowed indignantly. She is angry. That is very good.

You look well, Lilly, the younger woman began awkwardly. Did you receive my letter? I wrote that I would be arriving on the tenth. The girl paused, waiting for her response.

It was Lilly’s turn to appear confused.

No, I received no letters! Who are you? Why are you here? the Countess demanded harshly. I shall have my footman call the watch this instant!

Please, you must hear me out! I know it has been many years, but I am your sister, her visitor stated in a panicked voice. Our father and my mother are dead, going on six months. I have written many letters to Lord Iverleigh. Surely you knew of this?

The Countess put a hand over her mouth, her eyes bleak. She took a step back, her hand going to her throat.

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Catherine, is it really you? What do you mean our father is dead? How can this be? Surely this cannot be true? She seemed to deflate as she slid into a chair, looking stunned.

Catherine looked uneasy. Lilly claimed to have no knowledge of their father’s death. Surely Thornton had informed the Earl, she thought? Catherine slid into the opposite chair.

Edward Thornton had been James Dunleavy’s man of affairs for nearly thirty years. He was more like family than her father’s solicitor. Edward wrote to tell Catherine the matter would be handled by him personally.

When she failed to hear from Edward or their guardian, she was forced to go to London. Catherine felt panic to know Lilly knew none of this. Something was very wrong here. Her thoughts were racing. What manner of a man was her sister’s husband? Why was he keeping such a thing from Lilly? Why had Edward not told Lilly himself?

Her previous memories of Lilly were conflicted. She saw none of the vindictive girl in this grieving woman opposite her. Now she discovered her guardian knew of their plight and did nothing. It was obvious he ignored their needs.

Catherine was furious. To think of all the letters she had posted the last six months appealing to the man. He should be upbraided for his contemptible actions. She managed to remain calm during her Sister’s onset of grief. Only when Lilly stopped crying and appeared more composed did she offer a brief accounting.

The authorities say they were set upon by thieves. Robbery appears to have been the intent, Catherine explained sadly.

Overnight, Catherine was responsible for her two younger brothers, ten year old Jaime, and seven year old Cullen. Too soon, the creditors descended like angry vultures, ripping away what they could from the bleeding estate. The bankers and money lenders circled like angry bees. The threats and warnings stung like stingers, penetrating her already thin composure. If not for Thomas Sullivan, Edward’s assistant, she would have broken under the stress. Thomas stayed behind after Edward moved his practice to London.

Thomas helped her to sell off what was left to pay the debts. There was nothing when it was done. The only thing they retained was Dunleavy Hall. They would lose that too eventually. Without Lord Iverleigh’s patronage, her brother Jaime would have nothing.

Gone overnight were her girlish dreams. Her father had thought to give her the choice of husbands. There was no rush, he said. No offers were forthcoming when it was learned Dunleavy Hall was bankrupt. Her parents had not planned for the unexpected. With no dowry left and few options, her half-sister became her only hope.

Thomas suggested she go to London and confront her guardian. It was a bold move, but she had little choice. She used what little funds remained to book passage for London. Thomas handled all the travel arrangements. She was determined their guardian act on their behalf.

Catherine felt panic to know something was amiss. She sat back in her chair, fighting a wave of hysteria. Clenched hands were stilled in her lap as she confronted her sister.

I wrote to the Earl many times. When he did not return my letters, I then wrote to you. Father borrowed heavily to finance his last investment. Everything is gone. I had nowhere else to turn. Arrangements must be made to have the boys brought here.

Brought here? the Countess asked, tears sparkling in her eyes. Oh, but they cannot be brought here, Catherine. I may not have a home very long myself.

What do you mean? Catherine said in shock, aghast at her words.

The Countess sighed bitterly. A bejeweled hand rang for tea. She straightened upon the settee, smoothing her skirts.

My marriage has never been a happy one. Lord Iverleigh does not care for me, her Sister informed her with a disdainful sniff. He requests permission for a writ of divorcement. As for your guardianship, you can be sure he will do nothing for you or our brothers. He did not even see fit to tell me my father was gone! Lilly broke off her bitter tirade, covering her mouth as tears slipped down her ivory cheeks.

Catherine looked stunned as she absorbed her sister’s words, heart plummeting to realize no help would be forthcoming.

It is much worse! Lilly said between sobs. His writ is being considered. Edward is unable to talk him out of it. I cannot have you bring those children here only to have them cast out.

What can you do, Lilly? Catherine asked quietly. Her eyes were bleak to think of what would become of them all now.

I have appealed to him, Lilly said softly and wiped at her tears. His Lordship does not care about the scandal. He wishes to be rid of me.

Dear God, we are all dependent on the cad! Catherine cried angrily. Surely he can be reasoned with?

You do not know him, Catherine. He cannot be reasoned with. No, I must accept my lot, the Countess said sadly and reached out to pat her shoulder. I am pleased you have come to me in my time of need, sister. I cannot bear what is to come alone.

You cannot mean to sit back and allow him to do this to you, Lilly! Catherine cried in anger, despising the way her sister gave into her husband’s desire to be rid of her.

You are so innocent, little sister, Lilly mocked her gently. He has no love for me. I cannot even hope to find another husband. The scandal will ruin us.

Then we must think of some way to bring him to his senses, Lilly, Catherine said fiercely. Together we must find a way.

He does not want me any longer, Catherine. Why do you not see that? Lilly lamented with a weary sigh.

You cannot just give up! Catherine snapped in annoyance and scowled. She knew she should bite her tongue. The desire to seek the man out and take a horse whip to him was strong. She was her mother’s daughter, and spoke her mind to a fault. Seeing Lilly capitulating to the Earl infuriated her.

Lilly gave a delicate shiver. You do not know Iverleigh! He can be quite cruel when it suits him. He will not even see me. How am I to win him back?

Surely if you write to him-, Catherine began before Lilly’s harsh laugh silenced her.

A letter will not do this, little sister, she said scornfully. We both can see how moved he was by yours!

Catherine did see. Rage began to fill her at the heartless actions of her guardian. The man cast them all adrift without a single thought. She called him every curse she could think of in her mind.

Mayhap if I went and appealed to him on your behalf? Catherine ventured, unwilling to let the matter go. She had come all this way. Leaving without a resolution was not an option.

He would have you tossed into the streets, Catherine! Don’t be absurd!

Why is he doing this to you, Lilly? Catherine asked quietly, green eyes meeting hers squarely. Tell me the truth.

You are far too innocent. I should not be discussing this with you, Lilly protested in discomfort, her blue eyes downcast.

Catherine was distressed at her sister’s situation. She saw no reason for such a drastic measure. Divorce was unheard of.

What reasons does he give you, Lilly? Come now, I am your sister. You can tell me, whatever it is. You have displeased him in some way, that much is clear, Catherine insisted. She refused to allow Lilly to slink away now.

Lilly regarded her in defeat. She sighed wearily as the tea arrived. When the maid left, she met Catherine’s gaze with a glimmer of sadness in her eyes.

I cannot have children, Catherine, Lilly said hollowly, looking down at her trembling hands. He needs his heir. The accusations are only an excuse to have his way in this.

Catherine felt her sister’s pain. Her eyes filled with tears to think of Lilly’s torment. She felt renewed anger at Lord Iverleigh for being so insensitive.

He could not be so cruel to you-, Catherine began in disbelief, but Lilly cut off her words with a hysterical laugh.

Yes, he can, Catherine! Lilly cried, blue eyes filled with helpless rage. He thinks only of himself! Do you think he cares of what this will do to me or my family? He wishes to remarry.

Dear God, you cannot help it! Catherine exploded in outrage.

So, you see there is no help for it?

Catherine cringed to see the stark pain on Lilly’s face. She could not imagine how Lilly’s husband could be so heartless.

You have seen a physician? This state is confirmed? Catherine asked, her heart aching for her sister.

Lilly chuckled knowingly. We have tried quite a lot for a child, Catherine, often in fact.

Catherine felt her face fill with heat. The insinuation was obvious. Certainly they had tried.

Dr. Farnham has concluded I am barren, Lilly informed her with a catch in her voice. Iverleigh will have his way in this.

What are we to do, Lilly? Catherine said hoarsely. I cannot go home without some understanding from Lord Iverleigh.

You are welcome to stay here for a time, certainly, her sister went on to say, but there is nothing I can do for you and the children. Iverleigh has reduced my allowance to a pittance. Any requests for funds go through his solicitor. It isn’t likely he would approve any such transactions, as tight-fisted as he is.

Catherine despised the tears that threatened. She had come so far, only to realize they were worse off than she suspected. Her guardian would do nothing for his wife’s family.

Lilly wasn’t even trying to fight to save her crumbling marriage. Her sister was accepting Lord Iverleigh’s thoughtless actions.

Whatever you can do would be appreciated, Catherine whispered tightly, feeling bereft to know she hadn’t even the funds to get home. She had presumed much by Iverleigh’s guardianship. Too much, it appeared.

Catherine, I have not always been the best sister to you, Lilly whispered with tears in her eyes. It pleases me you are here now, in our time of need. I have felt so alone these last few years.

Can you see that I am given the funds to get home?

I can try. Iverleigh might not miss a few hundred pounds, but no more, Lilly agreed.

Please, see to it, if you would, Catherine replied, rubbing her tired eyes, exhausted from her journey. She had hardly slept at all the night before, so wound up over this interview.

Catherine had expected the worst from Lilly. Recalling her sister’s abuse of her as a child, she had fully intended to deal with Iverleigh for that reason.

If the man were in front of her now, she would cheerfully take a horse whip to him, and think nothing of it. The image cheered her.

Catherine, I don’t know what to say to you, Lilly said sorrowfully, her eyes filling once more. This is a dreadful situation for us all.

Catherine knew that only too well. She had two small children waiting at Dunleavy Hall who needed care; care that would not come. Going home with no aid from their guardian presented too many unpleasant thoughts. She pushed them away for now.

What will you do, Lilly? Catherine asked suddenly, eyes fearful for her sister. She flushed guiltily to have only thought of her own problems. Her sister’s fate was uncertain, and sure to be unpleasant.

Divorced women were rarely received. Her sister would no doubt be vilified for the dissolution of her marriage. The result of Iverleigh’s selfish actions would affect them all. Had it mattered to her, Catherine would have minded that she would suffer the taint of the divorce. Society was unforgiving in that. It was always the woman’s fault. Even the woman’s female relations would bear the scorn.

Realistically, Catherine should have entertained the offers of marriage she received prior to her parent’s death. Her father deterred her many suitors, saying there was enough time for that later. Time had a way of mocking those words now.

Marriage would have solved all of Catherine’s current problems, but she had little desire to marry. Her Mother’s careful and deliberate influences, as well as her unconventional tutors, had seen to that. Catherine was reared and encouraged to be independent, even if it was expected she marry one day. She was content to be a spinster, not desiring to be at the whims of a husband. Her father had been unaware of his youngest daughter’s mindset. If he had known, he might have regarded the stampede of eligible suitors with more consideration.

Catherine thought of the newborn colt just born in the stables back home. Her father’s stallion, Cyrion, had produced some of the finest stock in the country. They were blessed to have bred the stallion before he was sold with the rest of her father’s beloved stock. Cyrion’s colt held great promise.

Brian O’Neil, her current stable master, steward, and sometimes cook, assured her the newborn colt would rival his sire one day. The man had stayed on at Dunleavy, even after the other servants scattered like rats aboard a sinking ship. It was Brian’s home. He would defend it, and them, to the end. Catherine had the foundation for her dream, if not the funds to see it to fruition. Her dreams of breeding the finest horses in all of Ireland were cruelly dashed now.

There is another matter you must consider before you go, Lilly said gravely. Her blue eyes filled with dread as they met hers.

Catherine was pulled out of her musings. Lilly was looking uncomfortable now.

He is your guardian now, Catherine, Lilly stated with a pained look. This does not change if he manages to divorce me. Gabriel will make your life intolerable now, because of me. For that, I am truly sorry. It would be so like him to seek to marry you off to the most unsavory man he can find. He will do it, and delight in it, knowing how it would wound me. What he intends for the boys; I would not want to speculate.

Catherine had not considered this. Iverleigh had kept all the facts from his wife for a reason. The blackguard no doubt intended the worst for her family. Green eyes flared in outrage.

He might be our guardian, Lilly, but he has done nothing for us! I would refuse!

Catherine, he has rights, Lilly warned her, looking aggrieved. Iverleigh has not told me of your situation for a reason. He does nothing without thought. He no doubt feared I would try to aid you and my brothers in some way.

Catherine had not considered Iverleigh’s reasons to withhold such news from his wife. Did he do it so Lilly could not have warned them? Her eyes narrowed. On second thought, taking a horse whip to the man was indeed called for.

I will not be subjected to the man’s spite! Catherine said through clenched teeth. He gave up his rights when he ignored my letters! I will not worry what he will do when I leave.

What of our brother, Catherine? Lilly went on, nervously twisting her hands. Jaime is now the Earl of Dunleavy, and Gabriel’s ward. Think of Jaime should you cross my husband. He is neither kind, nor is he considerate. He has the right to take the boys. He no doubt plots what he means to do now. That concerns me.

Catherine felt the blood drain from her face. While she could certainly dodge Iverleigh’s efforts to marry her off to an unpleasant husband, he had absolute rights to the boys. The law was on his side.

No! They stay with me! Surely he wouldn’t want to trouble himself with them, Lilly? Catherine cried worriedly, her eyes filled with fear. I will not let him take them from me!

Catherine, he will do what he wishes in this, Lilly warned her quietly. You are lucky he is not here or he would enjoy taunting you with his power over us all. He keeps a separate residence. If he knew you were here, there is no telling what he would do to make us miserable.

Good God, what an utter bastard the man is!

Yes, well, Father did me no service marrying me to this man, Lilly agreed, her eyes softening to see her sister’s distress. You must be tired after your journey, Sister. We will speak of this later.

Catherine could not think about sleep. She and the boys were at the whims of Lilly’s vindictive husband. Lilly, I have no intention of allowing your husband to take our brothers from me, she vowed harshly, rising and pacing furiously. There has to be something we can do.

Edward has tried everything to talk Gabriel out of this, Catherine, Lilly told her and shrugged. Iverleigh has met a woman, if you must know. She is a widow. She has been his mistress for many months. Edward said Gabriel intends to marry her when he is free of me.

Learning her brother-in-law had already moved on and found his next Countess infuriated Catherine. We will just see about that! Catherine snapped as she swung to face her sister, eyes blazing. I refuse to sit back and allow your husband to control my life! We must do something to bring the man to his senses and cease to seek this divorce.

Catherine, the widow has her nails dug in too deep, Lilly replied with a tearful sniff. She seeks to take my place! Unless he ends his attachment to her, I do not see him giving up his desire to be free of me.

Catherine was already thinking, flinging off the warnings in her head. Furious, she refused to listen to the inner voices. She would be damned if she would be at Lord Iverleigh’s mercy.

What if Lord Iverleigh was lured away from this widow, what then? Catherine asked tensely, still pacing and gazing at her sister closely. Do you see reconciliation with him Lilly? If not, all we do is for nothing!

What are you thinking, Catherine? Lilly breathed in a scandalized whisper.

I am thinking your husband and this widow are no more, Catherine replied tightly. I will help you if I can.

You wish to lure my husband away from his mistress? Lilly asked in surprise. Absolutely not, Catherine, it is unseemly and I will not have it!

What choice do we have?

You are too naïve to understand a man such as Gabriel, Catherine, Lilly said coolly. He would chew you up and leave your remains upon the floor. It would not work.

CHAPTER TWO

How do you just sit back and let him destroy you, Lilly? Catherine fumed, coming up short to see her sister’s shoulders sag. She was immediately sorry for rubbing her misfortunes in her face. Certainly Lilly didn’t wish this on herself.

I refuse to allow my sister to become my husband’s whore, even to save us all from disaster! Lilly said harshly. We must deal with our situation, Catherine. You chasing Iverleigh about to end his attachment to Mrs. Farrand would be disastrous.

I can do this, Lilly!

Lilly raised a delicate golden eyebrow. You would do such a thing? You realize you will be ruined?

Catherine gazed at her sister without any qualms. I will do what needs to be done to get him to end this ridiculous plan to set you aside! If it means I must do more than flirt with the man, so be it!

Catherine was too irate to see the smile Lilly hid.

What has it come to, dear sister? Lilly said in anguish as she looked down to her hands in her lap.

I will steal Lord Iverleigh away from the widow, Catherine promised, but I want something in exchange.

If it was within my power, certainly, Lilly replied, looking up with hope in her eyes.

I want our brother’s inheritance restored and an adequate allowance for both, until they are grown, Catherine said without batting an eyelash. I also wish myself to be named their guardian when I am of age. This must be done, Lilly.

That is all you want? You give up your chastity rather cheaply, little Sister, Lilly observed quietly, admiration in her gaze. Consider it done. My barrister Mister Treadwell will draw up the papers immediately.

I do not take money for this like whore, Lilly, Catherine said coolly, but her heart clenched at her words. I just want all our futures secure and nothing more.

While I applaud your selflessness, you may rethink the matter when you are ruined, her sister said with a sad look in her eyes. Can you do this for us all, Catherine?

After what I offer you, marriage is no longer an option, Catherine replied without regret. I will be content to know Jaime’s inheritance is restored and your position is secure.

You may wish to reconsider when you languish in spinsterhood, my dear. Surely you will wish to have children one day? Lilly persisted. What of a dowry? Do not be too hasty. You are young yet. Consider it all, my dear.

Catherine thought of the options she had. The children’s needs must come first. She could not think about herself.

There is no reason to concern ourselves with my future, Catherine said tightly.

We must figure out how to present you to His Lordship, Lilly said as she frowned and drummed her fingers on her knee. He has had many mistresses over the years until Mrs. Farrand got her hooks into him. I must think on this.

Catherine felt the enormity of what she was doing. It was unconscionable what she was planning to do. When one ran out of choices, it was remarkable what they would stoop to.

We must hide you. You cannot stay here, Lilly said carefully. The Earl rarely comes here. It is the servants I worry about. They will no doubt inform him of your arrival.

They discussed where she would live in the interim. The Earl owned several buildings nearby. One had been converted into a series of rooms to rent. It was decided she would stay there for the time being. Lilly said she would make all the arrangements tomorrow.

Catherine noted how casually Lilly discussed her seducing her brother-in-law. She visibly flinched when Lilly despaired of her inexperience. Lilly even suggested dispensing with her virginity to a random man beforehand.

I will do no such thing! Catherine interrupted her harshly. Lilly chuckled at her horrified expression.

You may rethink that. Gabriel is a man, my dear. Do not say I did not warn you, Lilly replied knowingly. She stirred her tea, her dark blue eyes simmering with amusement. You cannot imagine what a vigorous lover Gabriel can be. He will not be quick, and he will not be gentle. Surely you would wish to know what to expect? The man I speak of would be only too happy to tutor you. You might even enjoy it, little sister, and she laughed gaily as Catherine choked on a mouthful of tea. The first time is painful. If you do not please him, we risk everything we seek to gain.

Catherine recovered herself and stared at her sister in shock. She was stunned at how casually she spoke. She shuddered at her words, wondering at how she could be so, so…

You think me callous? Lilly asked quietly as she set her cup down. I have been hanging here by a mere thread. Forgive me if I seem uncaring. I consider you becoming my lord’s mistress a very small price to pay. Consider what you will receive? Restoring our little brother’s inheritance is no small sum. The future care of both our brothers is a fortune in itself. Ask yourself if it is worth it to you, Catherine. Think on it well. We will talk more when you have rested.

Catherine nodded miserably and drank her tea. She was feeling a sense of dread in the pit of her belly. Her tongue burned to ask the question, putting it into words seemed difficult.

Might you know a woman of a more relaxed virtue to explain such things without having to…to…have…relations with anyone else? I fear I cannot bring myself to do such a thing, Catherine stammered uncomfortably, blushing to the roots of her hairline.

I know of many such creatures, the Countess disclosed and snickered gleefully. Half the ladies of the ton could instruct you on how to bed a man. We will want a true whore. Those tittering gossips cannot be trusted. When coin is involved, you can insure discretion in these matters. If anyone discovers what we plan, it is over. Gabriel would expect me to employ such efforts to stop him.

Catherine felt exhausted and earned a concerned clucking from the Countess. You must rest now, my dear, she said solicitously and rang for the maid. I shall have your things moved to your room and have a bath prepared. Cook will have a tray sent up.

Catherine nodded, exhausted from her journey. A maid arrived and she was shown upstairs. She couldn’t help but admire the decor as they made their way down the endless corridors.

Dunleavy Hall had been luxurious, but nothing compared to this. She was brought to a door at the end of the hallway and the maid opened it and stood aside for her to enter.

The bedchamber was large and decorated with muted pastels. The bed was covered with a silk comforter that matched the gilt-edged wall coverings. Catherine thanked the maid who introduced herself as Amy. She relaxed by the fireplace as her trunk was brought in and several servants arrived with water for her bath. She felt her eyes drooping as Amy helped her undress.

In the adjoining sitting room was a large copper tub, filled with steaming water. She sighed with delight as she proceeded to enjoy the first real bath she had since leaving the hall.

The next day she was moved to a small room at a boarding house nearby. The room was modest, but clean and comfortable. Mister Treadwell arrived at her room that week. He was an older man with a balding head and a small, fixed stare. He had the papers prepared. All was in order in regard to the transfer of funds, she noted in relief.

He handed her some that were quite lengthy and explained each. They were in regard to the guardianship and her rights restored once she came of age. She was spared reading them and signed each paper dutifully, all the while feeling she sold her soul.

Catherine looked around the stark room when the barrister left. The reality of what she was doing hit her finally. She felt trapped into it now. Tears made her wipe at her eyes viciously. It was her idea, springing from desperation. Catherine trembled and her hands shook. She took a deep, calming breath, and reminded herself that she had no options.

They had no one now. Her parent’s dying left them dependent upon a man who had no intentions of honoring his responsibilities. It appeared unless Lilly remained married to Lord Iverleigh, they were all doomed.

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She agreed to it? How did you manage it? Clarice Devereaux’s garishly-painted face was even more horrid in surprise. The woman relaxed on the settee of Lady Iverligh’s salon. She was eager to conclude her matter with the Countess. The scent of money had drawn her there before noon.

She thinks I mean to restore my brother’s inheritance, the little fool, Lilly replied with a smirk. The madam didn’t need to know all the particulars.

It is too bad she is not willing to auction her virginity, Clarice lamented sourly. I could have fetched a goodly sum for it.

Lilly eyed the madam of one of London’s most exclusive brothels with a raised eyebrow. Contempt simmered in her eyes. Thanks to Edward’s inept bumbling and loose talk, she now had this creature to contend with. It was bad enough she had to endure the woman’s extorting her. Clarice’s presence in her elegant salon quite nauseated Lilly.

Clarice Devereaux had proved to be quite resourceful, but her methods of gaining Catherine’s cooperation were no longer necessary. Drugs and restraints would not be necessary.

The uncouth woman had the audacity to seek her out at home. Clarice raised considerable eyebrows with the staff when she arrived. There was no doubt of the woman’s occupation with her painted face and flamboyant dress.

She has agreed. That is all that matters, Lilly said simply. Gabriel would never force himself on any woman, even a drugged prostitute. He is too much of a gentleman for that.

Clarice was admiring the painting hanging over the hearth. She looked about the Countess’s salon with an appreciation for the richness there.

Lord Iverleigh may not want her. Men in my business are known to be fickle, Clarice said bluntly.

Lilly smiled tightly. Her elegantly coiffed head tilted as she watched the woman taking inventory of her wealth under her nose. The desire to have Dunstan toss her out the door was strong. Soon, she thought. She would rid herself of this grasping creature.

If you saw her you would agree. I know my husband, Clarice. She will please him, the Countess informed her knowingly. You getting paid will depend upon him wanting her.

Why must it be her, Lady Iverleigh? Clarice demanded suddenly. The madam frowned, her suspicion obvious. Any one of my girls could do what you ask of your sister.

Let us just say that it satisfies me, Lilly murmured softly, unwilling to admit that she had any other motives. At least I need not worry of Catherine bleeding me as you have.

Secrets are a part of my business, Lady Iverleigh, Clarice replied smugly. Your final payment will conclude our matter. Never fear, three thousand pounds and our association ends.

Lilly stirred her tea, longing to fling

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