by Liana Lefey
Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty One
Twenty Two
Twenty Three
Epilogue
About The Author
Champagne Books Presents
To Ruin A Rake
By
Liana LeFey
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Dedication
For Kim, my long time friend and accomplice. You handed me my first romance novel…look what you started!
Prologue
Early February, 1741, London
“Sweet Lord in heaven,” Harriett whispered, still in shock over her sister’s unhappy revelation. “What are we to do?”
“We are going to keep quiet,” snapped her father. “Because if this gets out, neither you nor Catherine will have a chance.” Rising, he went and poured himself a glass of port. His hands shook as he lifted the decanter. “We’ll move her to the country—quickly, before her condition can be discerned,” he went on. “God willing, no one will ever know. At the very least, we must hope no one learns of it until after you and Catherine are safely married.”
Married. A wave of melancholy washed over Harriett. No. I cannot think of William now. The crisis at hand demanded all of her attention. “And when will—when will Lord Oxenden be informed?” Never again would she refer to the man as “George” or think of him as her brother-in-law.
“Why bother?” he growled. “It isn’t as if the blackguard is going to claim it.”
Though she knew his fury was not directed at her, Harriett trembled. “No, but he ought to at least provide for his child.”
A snort erupted from her father, and his expression grew even more thunderous. “You wish to appeal to his sense of duty, do you? Do you really expect him to own to his perfidy?” He slammed his palm on the table, causing the crystal it bore to shudder and clink. “No! The rotten scoundrel will deny it—and with complete impunity. He’ll know we cannot pursue him without bringing the worst sort of disgrace upon us all, including our poor Elizabeth.”
Our poor Elizabeth indeed. Once, she’d been jealous of Elizabeth for having escaped with her fairytale prince, leaving her behind to manage everything. Now she regretted her resentment. How could Arabella do such a thing to her own sister? What madness had possessed her to lose all sense of honor and decency? “Surely Elizabeth won’t allow him to shirk his obligation,” she argued after a moment. “After all, the child is innocent of any crime.”
“You may be able to see it from such a generous perspective, Harriett, but I doubt Liz would be so forgiving.” He took a swallow of port. “The mere existence of the child would be a constant thorn in her side, a living reminder of betrayal. I certainly wouldn’t expect any quarter from her.”
Harriett leveled a hard stare at him. “You speak as though this child isn’t a reality, but it is. Or at least it shall be in a matter of months.”
“Not as far as Elizabeth is concerned,” he replied, squaring his shoulders. “If at all possible, I mean for her never to find out.”
“What? Papa, be reasonable. It’ll be next to impossible to conceal something like this from her. I know you wish to protect her from further distress, but—”
“We need only keep them apart until Arabella is recovered and the child can be disposed of.” He must have marked something of her dismay at his choice of words, for his tone gentled. “We will have to find a home for it, naturally.”
“Liz will wonder at her prolonged absence,” Harriett insisted. “She’d be a fool not to suspect something after...” She fell silent, her cheeks tingling.
“Perhaps,” said her father. His lips pursed. “But she won’t ever know for certain, will she?”
“But it will take months for Arabella to look her old self after the babe comes, maybe longer, and—”
“They will be kept away from each other, even if I have to send Arabella to the Continent for a year or two.” He paused, taking a sip. “And she will keep her silence upon her return. That, I can guarantee.”
The chill in his voice put a knot in Harriett’s stomach. “Do not be too harsh with her, Papa,” she pleaded. “After all, she is but seventeen—and he deceived her in the most terrible manner.”
“Do you think my anger is any less toward him?” His voice trembled with indignation. “He deceived us all! I should run the devil through, would it not risk exposing our shame. As for Arabella, I have little choice but to be harsh. She knew it was wrong,” he rasped. “She ought to have fled the devil the first time he approached her rather than allow herself to be persuaded into such wickedness! You cannot tell me our Catherine would have made the same choice had she been in her place.”
“No,” Harriett agreed. “But Catherine isn’t a sentimentalist like Arabella. All the same, do not, I beg you, heap so much condemnation upon her that she fails beneath its weight. Remember the Crowley girl.” Elaine Crowley had taken her own life the year prior. The thought of Arabella following that path made Harriett’s blood run cold. Her sister was of the same cloth, highly emotional and prone to dramatic acts.
He sighed and shook his head. “Wroth as I am with her, she is still my child, Harriett. Her misfortune grieves me greatly, but so much is at stake I dare not be too lenient. She must understand there is no room for any more mistakes.” His free hand slashed the air. “I have to protect us—all of us. Even if it means being hard on her.”
“I understand, Papa. But remember, too, that she is already to suffer the worst imaginable punishment for her lapse in judgment. She will never see her child again after it is born, and she will never be able to marry.”
“Not necessarily,” he said, surprising her. “If we are quick and clever now—and if she can manage to hold her tongue—we may be able to salvage the situation. We will need to wait a year or two, of course, to ensure her full return to health. And he will have to be the gullible sort.”
Her jaw dropped. “You would
have her deceive her husband?”
“It is far more common a practice than you know,” he replied, his words laden with bitterness. “I find it as distasteful as you, but it may be her only hope for a future. Before we can even consider such things, however, we must address the immediate problem of concocting a plausible excuse for getting her out of sight.”
She bit her tongue. He’s right. One problem at a time. “Who shall see to the babe’s upbringing if Oxenden refuses to provide for its care? If we are required to pay someone to raise it, it will mean paying for their silence, as well. Such secrets can grow expensive, and our resources are already stretched thin.”
Her father peered at her for a long, uncomfortable moment. “Perhaps that hospital to which you devote yourself with such fervor might finally prove of some use.”
“It is one thing to take orphans off the street and care for them there, but a child of our own blood?” She did not bother hiding her dismay. “Surely you cannot mean to—”
“Do you have a better alternative?” he barked. “At least there you’d know it’s well cared for. You can tend to it yourself, if you like. And when the time comes, you can help nudge things in the right direction with regards to finding a home for it. Isn’t that what you do at the place?”
It was indeed. “Only if there is no other alternative,” she conceded with a heavy heart. “It would be better for the child to be placed with a family immediately following birth. Newborns given to the hospital sometimes stay there for a long time. People assume they are sickly or that something else is wrong with them. It might be months before the babe is adopted, or never at all. And I cannot be at the hospital every hour of the day to look after it, no matter how much I might wish to do so. Oxenden must be made aware of his obligation and given an opportunity to meet it. Only if he refuses to be persuaded will I consider such a course.”
He grunted. “Then I shall tell him. But regardless of his answer, he will swear under pain of death not to tell Elizabeth. Her heart is already broken. I will not add to her burdens.” He drained his glass. “Bring Arabella back in. And remember—Catherine must not be told.” His gaze burned into Harriett. “She has better sense than Arabella, but she’s still young. If she were to let it slip by accident it would be the ruination of us all. No one else must know. No one.”
Nodding, Harriett went to fetch her sister from the sitting room down the hall. When she opened the door, she found Arabella crying. She’d not stopped since her arrival this morning. Harriett laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. “He is ready.”
Arabella looked up, her red-rimmed gaze full of fear. “I am so sorry, Harriett. I know I’ve caused everyone—”
“Come quickly,” Harriett interrupted, forestalling further apology. Knowing what was to come, she could not bear to hear it. Yes, Arabella had just made all their lives enormously difficult. But even so, she could never wish her the agony she was to endure. “We must not keep him waiting.”
Tears streaked down her sister’s face as she rose and trudged forth, and Harriett wrapped an arm about her slim shoulders. “Hush now and be brave, dear. It’ll be all right. It won’t be easy, but it will be all right. Just do as he says and do not argue. In fact, do not say anything at all unless he asks you,” she advised as they made their way back. Entering, she led Arabella over to the couch and sat beside her.
Their father stood at the window with his back to them. “I need not explain to you the terrible jeopardy in which you have put our family. You will leave London as soon as may be arranged and go under the pretense of grave illness to the estate in Berkshire,” he said with grim resignation. “There, you will bear the fruit of your shame in secret. It will be given to a family to raise. You will speak of it to no one. Ever. Especially not Elizabeth, whom you have so egregiously wronged. If I ever discover that you’ve told anyone, I will disown you and you will be forevermore without family or means.”
Upon hearing her sentence, Arabella shot her a drowned look. Harriett’s heart broke for her. Opening her arms, she let her sister lay her head against her shoulder.
As she held and rocked her through her sobs, Harriett’s thoughts retreated.
William, how I wish you were here...
One
Harriett gazed at the household ledger and tried to concentrate. “Sugar costs three shillings less than it did last year, so that can be subtracted from here and added there.” She dipped her pen and made the adjustment.
The gowns Papa had ordered for Arabella prior to her visiting Elizabeth were now being altered to fit Catherine, who was, thankfully, of nearly the same height but smaller of frame. Though nowhere near as expensive as ordering an entirely new set of clothes, it had still cost money they didn’t really have to spare. And there was the party to plan, as well.
“Another unanticipated expense,” she sighed, her pen hovering over the lengthening column. The guest list was very select—Papa’s idea. All the eligible young men had been invited, of course, but only a few of Cat’s friends. Specifically, the plainer ones. Cat would be the most beautiful girl present, and Papa would cast her like bait into a crowded stock pond in hope of a bite.
Harriet grimaced. Ostensibly, it was her party, too. A few older unwed gentlemen had been invited to balance out the list on her behalf, though in truth she knew they would only have eyes for her sister. Which suited her just fine.
She crossed out the amount budgeted for beef and lowered it. Once a week was plenty. They could make do with more poultry and fish. She would tell Cook to plan for this.
Cat would be sixteen in a few weeks. Papa had planned to wait until she was seventeen before presenting her, but that was no longer an option. It was imperative she marry as quickly as possible.
Harriett altered more numbers. There would be no spirits in the house this Season save Papa’s libations, what was necessary for cooking, and what was needed for the party. She lowered the amount listed for her own clothing allowance, as well, forcing the bottom line to balance.
She already had new gowns coming. The seamstress had not yet cut the cloth for two of the ones ordered for Arabella when Papa had informed her of his daughter’s ‘illness’ and the change in plans. The woman had been unwilling to refund the money he’d paid her for the work, so he’d commissioned them for Harriett instead.
With luck, those and her old ones would suffice. She’d been very fortunate. Though they’d been pronounced outdated and therefore unsuitable to wear in public, they’d been in excellent condition and still fit her. Two years ago those gowns had been the height of fashion, but no more. Even now, they were being brought up to date. More money spent.
Laying aside her pen, she stared at the neat figures on the page. Papa expected her to find a husband, but she didn’t feel very enthusiastic about the prospect of doing so.
William...
The door burst open and Catherine bounced into the room wearing a wild smile. “Harriett! Have you heard the news? The Earl of Winchilsea has accepted our invitation!”
“That’s lovely, Cat.” She smiled. Though worried for Arabella, who’d been sent into seclusion to convalesce, Cat had been ecstatic over being allowed to take her place.
“I’m going to bag his nephew,” announced her sister, her eyes sparkling.
“You’ve not even seen the man yet, much less talked to him,” Harriett replied with a laugh.
“That doesn’t matter.” Cat tossed her curls. “He’s rich and he’s going to be an earl. If I marry him, we’re all saved.”
Harriett’s heart stopped. “Saved?”
“Yes, saved,” said her sister with a frown. “Just think. If I catch him, we’ll eat beef and oranges every day. And I’ll make one of his friends marry you, and another shall marry Arabella—when she returns, poor thing.”
Her heart began beating again. “Well, you must catch him first.”
“Oh, I shall,” said Cat, sticking out her chin. “I shall make myself the most beautiful, the most charming cr
eature he has ever met. He’ll have no choice but to fall hopelessly in love with me and beg me to marry him.”
Holding back laughter, Harriett forced a solemn expression. Cat was quite serious about this, and it wouldn’t do to dampen her spirit. “I hope you’re right, dear,” she said, giving her a pat on the hand. “I shall certainly do everything in my power to help you achieve your ambitions.”
Cat’s face softened. “I know you’re not looking forward to it, Harriett, but really, you must make an effort for yourself, as well. William is gone.”
It still stung. “It’s only been—”
“It’s been well over a year and you’ve yet to shed your weeds. I’m surprised Papa has allowed you to wear black this long. You should have been in half-mourning months ago. I, for one, shall be glad to see you don some color again.”
Harriett stared back at her, unwilling to say anything.
“Life goes on, Harriett. William wouldn’t want you to wither away and become an old maid because of his untimely death.”
“I’m not an old maid. We were engaged. I’m practically his widow.”
“Ah, but you’re not. And you are still young and beautiful. If only you’d—”
“I don’t wish to discuss—”
“I know you don’t. But you must. I may be the baby of this family, but I have eyes. I can see how lonely you are. Memories are not enough. The time for mourning is past.”
Her sister’s gaze bored into her, making Harriett squirm. “I have responsibilities here, and at the—”
“Don’t even mention that place,” huffed Cat. “I hate to see you waste yourself on that stupid charity. You’ve made yourself a slave to it, and it’ll never return the favor. It’ll never even thank you for it. It can never marry you and give you children of your own. It can only give you substitutes and poor ones, at that. You need to marry.”
Harriett grasped her by the shoulders. “I know you mean well, but you mustn’t worry about me. All I want you to concern yourself with now is your own future. And the Hospital is not a waste. It is William’s—”
