Despised & Desired--The Marquess' Passionate Wife (#3 Love's Second Chance Series)

by Bree Wolf

  Despised & Desired

  The Marquess’ Passionate Wife

  (#3 Love’s Second Chance Series)

  by Bree Wolf

  Despised & Desired − The Marquess’ Passionate Wife

  by Bree Wolf

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, brands, media, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Cover photography by Larisa Koshkina

  Copyright © 2016 Sabrina Wolf

  www.breewolf.com

  All Rights Reserved

  Smashwords Edition

  This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  To My Son, My Little Man

  My Knight in Shining Armor

  A Mother's Love is Unconditional and Forever

  Never Doubt That

  Acknowledgments

  As always, my biggest thanks goes to my family, without whose loving support I would have neither the time nor the patience necessary to sit down and write.

  Again, I am very grateful to Michelle Chenoweth. For her keen eyes and careful instructions have been a wonderful help to my own error-prone eyes. You are a wonderful teacher!

  A great big thank-you goes to Monique Taken and Zan-Mari Kiousi for beta-reading my first draft and providing honest and insightful critique, which is absolutely priceless.

  About the Book

  Elsbeth Munford is set to marry the man she loves until an accident destroys her life. Her beauty tainted by ugly scars, Ellie resigns herself to a life of spinsterhood.

  Frederick Lancaster, brother to the Marquess of Elmridge, returns home from war. A hero in the eyes of others, he is haunted by nightmares. Unable to make his peace with the past, Frederick retreats into the dark until his brother dies, and he not only inherits his title, but also the obligation to produce an heir.

  When two damaged souls find themselves tied to one another, will they pull each other un-der? Or will they help each other rise again from the ashes of their shattered lives?

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One − A Blessing in Disguise

  Chapter Two − A Hero’s Return

  Chapter Three − The Loss of a Friend

  Chapter Four − The Midnight Ball

  Chapter Five − Loss

  Chapter Six − The Weight of Pain

  Chapter Seven − A Mother’s Right

  Chapter Eight − An Unexpected Proposal

  Chapter Nine − The Man She Remembered

  Chapter Ten − An Agreement

  Chapter Eleven − A New Life Awaits

  Chapter Twelve − Man & Wife

  Chapter Thirteen − A Wedding Day

  Chapter Fourteen − Shared Tears

  Chapter Fifteen – Shared Pain

  Chapter Sixteen – A Garden Party

  Chapter Seventeen – Admitting Defeat

  Chapter Eighteen – A Word Given

  Chapter Nineteen – Simple Wisdom

  Chapter Twenty – The Heart of a Lion

  Chapter Twenty-One – Temptation

  Chapter Twenty-Two – The One Question

  Chapter Twenty-Three – A Message

  Chapter Twenty-Four − Blinding Pain

  Chapter Twenty-Five – To Live or Die

  Chapter Twenty-Six – A Walk in the Gardens

  Chapter Twenty-Seven – A Day for Visiting

  Chapter Twenty-Eight – A Cloak of Darkness

  Chapter Twenty-Nine – Only to Feel

  Chapter Thirty – The Memory of a Touch

  Chapter Thirty-One − Vulnerable

  Chapter Thirty-Two − Desire

  Chapter Thirty-Three – In his Hands

  Chapter Thirty-Four – A Severe Case of Inattention

  Chapter Thirty-Five – A Truth Felt

  Chapter Thirty-Six – A Dip in the Lake

  Chapter Thirty-Seven – Gentlemen Unwelcome

  Chapter Thirty-Eight – A Tea Party

  Chapter Thirty-Nine – Sons & Daughters

  Chapter Forty − Suspicions

  Chapter Forty-One – Dreams & Nightmares

  Chapter Forty-Two – A Light in the Dark

  Chapter Forty-Three – Mathilda’s Moment

  Chapter Forty-Four – Poetic Justice

  Chapter Forty-Five – A Sad Story

  Epilogue

  About Bree

  Also By Bree

  Dear Reader,

  Sneak-peek

  Prologue

  England 1794 (or a variation thereof)

  Beads of sweat formed on Ellie’s brow and ran down her temples. Trying to shield her face from the scorching sun, she pulled her bonnet deeper into her face. Ellie knew she ought not to be here, and yet, she could not help herself.

  The rising heat of this year’s unusually hot summer had her escape the earl’s garden party in search of a little refreshment.

  Excitement had seized her when she had heard other children whisper about the small brook that snaked its way through the forest to the south of the manor. However, uncertain whether or not to dare go against her mother’s rather stern instructions of proper conduct, Ellie had waited until the very last moment before she was sure she would melt away. Only then had she dared sneak away.

  Now, following in its general direction, Ellie soon heard the soft babbling of the small brook as it fought the sun for its continued existence.

  Stepping over large boulders and wading through a sea of long-stemmed grass, Ellie glimpsed the brook’s shiny surface, glistening in the sun like an oasis in a desert. Hurrying her step, she hastened toward it at the very moment it seemed to beckon her closer.

  A smile spread over her face as she beheld the cool water before her feet. Kneeling down, Ellie reached out a hand, and a soft moan escaped her lips when the fresh water touched her heated skin. For a moment, she closed her eyes, feeling a slight chill run from her submerged hand up her arm. It felt wonderful!

  Opening her eyes, Ellie scanned her surroundings and found a cluster of trees a little farther down the stream providing ample shade. Reluctantly withdrawing her hand from the cooling brook, she strode through the grass and then sank down under the trees’ large canopy. She removed her bonnet and leaned forward, hand searching for the refreshing wet. Collecting a little water in her cupped hand, she brushed it across her arms, enjoying the tingle that ran through her. And yet, it wasn’t enough.

  Not nearly enough.

  Eyeing her shoes and stockinged feet with a hint of disgust, Ellie took a deep breath. She really ought not to. Even at twelve years old, Elsbeth Munsford was very much aware that a lady ought not to remove her clothing in public.

  Glancing around, Ellie frowned. What public?

  A mischievous smile spread over her face as her nimble fingers worked to loosen her shoes. When they came off, her stockings quickly followed, and Ellie delighted at the feeling of soft grass under her bare feet. Then she glanced at the water and wiggled her toes.

  Taking a deep breath, she pushed all thoughts of her mother away and rose to her feet. After making sure that she was, indeed, alone, Ellie slowly pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing her ankles. Grinning from ear to ear, she bit her lower lip in excitement and then stepped toward the brook. />
  As the cooling water rushed over her skin, Ellie sighed with delight, wiggling her toes and digging them into the muddy stream bed. For a moment, she closed her eyes, savouring the moment until she realised it still wasn’t enough.

  The coolness barely spread to her knees, let alone chase away the beads of sweat still pop-ping up on her forehead.

  Lifting up her skirts to just above her knees, Ellie revealed a small birthmark that resembled a bird taking flight. Although her mother had always considered it an oddity, relieved it was in a place covered by clothes, Ellie had always felt special because of it, wishing that she, too, could simply spread her wings and fly.

  Sighing, Ellie waded deeper into the stream. When the water swirled around her calves, she finally felt its cooling effect spread into every part of her body. Welcoming the slight chill chasing away the hot air resting on her skin, Ellie once more closed her eyes.

  Lost in a moment of pure pleasure, Ellie did not hear them coming.

  Only when they broke through the underbrush, their boots snapping dry twigs as they went, did Ellie’s eyes snap open.

  Instantly, shock froze her limbs, and she stared at the three young men standing but a few feet from the water’s edge.

  In that moment, Ellie was too stunned to observe anything else but the cold that slowly spread through her body, bringing with it an old fear. What would her mother say?

  Then, she swallowed, and her eyes travelled from the tall, dark-haired youth, who−as her mother had informed her−went by the name of Frederick Lancaster, second son to the Marquess of Elmridge, to the two others standing to his left and right, Oliver Cornell and Kenneth Moreton. While Frederick bore an expression that did not betray his thoughts, his friends looked rather sur-prised to find her in the stream, the corners of their mouths slowly drawing up into a smile, clearly showing their amusement.

  Tears began to form in Ellie’s eyes as she slowly backed away toward the other side of the brook.

  As though in trance, their eyes followed her until Frederick turned to his friends. “Go back,” he ordered them. “Speak of this to no one.”

  For a second, Oliver seemed ready to argue, but Kenneth grabbed his arm and pulled him back through the underbrush.

  Frederick, however, remained behind.

  Crossing the stream in a shallower spot, he came toward her, his eyes never leaving hers. When he reached her side, he held out a hand, offering to help her out of the stream.

  Uncertain what to do, Ellie looked from his hand to his face.

  “Do not be afraid,” he spoke. “I mean you no harm.”

  His dark blue eyes shone as clear as the water still swirling around her legs, and her heart beat slowed. Swallowing, Ellie took his hand, surprised at how hot his skin felt compared to her own, which at this point was rather chilled. A shiver went through her, and he pulled her out of the water.

  He smiled at her. “You should put your shoes back on.”

  Ellie blushed and then hurried back to the shady spot where she had left them. Sitting down, she noted that he stood with his back to her, giving her privacy, and she quickly pulled her stockings over her legs and slipped on her shoes.

  Then she stood up, not knowing what to say.

  “Are you properly attired?” he asked.

  “Yes,” Ellie breathed, wondering if he judged her as she knew her mother would as soon as she learnt of this.

  He turned around then, a friendly smile on his face. “Allow me to escort you back.”

  Ellie took a deep breath before closing her eyes for a brief moment. When she opened them again, he stood before her, and she shrank back.

  Seeing the fear on her face, he instantly retreated a step. “I apologise. I didn’t mean to startle you, but you seemed troubled. Are you injured?”

  Ellie shook her head. “Please leave,” she whispered, her voice pleading.

  He frowned at her. “I cannot leave you alone. Who knows who else might be in these woods?”

  Never having contemplated the possibility that a threat might be looming near, Ellie glanced at the tree line in his back. Was he right? Was there danger out there?

  “If you are worried about being seen with me,” he said, trying to catch her eyes, “I assure you I have no intention of compromising you in any way. I merely suggest that I escort you as far as the gardens. From there, you can make your way back on your own. I will stay back and assure that no harm comes to you.” His deep blue eyes looked into hers, and he spoke with a sincerity beyond his years. “No one will know.”

  “What about your friends?” she asked, twirling her bonnet in her hands.

  He shook his head. “They will not say a word,” he assured her.

  Ellie took a relieved breath, and a shy smile came to her lips. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” he said, returning her smile. Then he stepped back, gesturing at the path ahead. “Shall we?”

  Ellie nodded and fell into step beside him. Brushing her blond curls back, she fastened her bonnet, keeping the sun out of her eyes.

  He glanced down at her. “May I ask your name?”

  “Ellie,” she whispered and met his eyes, feeling a warmth spread to her cheeks that she could not blame on the sun.

  He smiled. “I’m Rick.”

  For a long time, they walked in silence, a silence that felt comfortable as though they had known each other for a long time.

  When the hedges of the estate’s garden finally came in sight, Ellie whispered, “Will you tell my mother?”

  He shook his head, and relief flooded her body. “I would not dare bring any harm upon you,” he said looking down at her.

  Again, Ellie felt herself blush. “Thank you.”

  “She is highly critical of you, is she not?”

  Ellie nodded. “She counts my faults on a daily basis.”

  Rick smiled. “That shouldn’t take her long.” As they stopped by the long hedge, running along the gardens, his eyes shifted to hers. “I cannot find a single one.”

  Again, Ellie felt herself blush and quickly averted her eyes.

  “You should go,” he said, “before anyone sees us together.”

  Nodding, Ellie smiled at him, then turned and headed back toward the noise of the garden party. Although she was tempted, she did not dare turn around to see if he was still there. Even if she could not see him, she still felt his eyes on her, watching over her safe return.

  Frederick Lancaster, she mused. He would be a wonderful man one day. Ellie was sure of it. After all, he had saved her from her mother’s wrath, and in her world, there was no greater or more heroic deed than that.

  Chapter One − A Blessing in Disguise

  Twelve Years Later

  “Have you heard?” Madeline Jeffries exclaimed, almost choking on her tea as the words flew out of her mouth. Coughing, she tried to regain her composure, her dark curls bouncing up and down with each fit.

  “Heard what?” Ellie asked, setting down her teacup. She flexed her right hand to loosen her tight muscles and then absentmindedly massaged the scarred tissue between thumb and index finger. Would she ever regain the flexibility she used to have?

  Two years ago, a candle left unattended had burned down half the house, almost claiming the life of Ellie’s little brother Stephen. Although Ellie had been able to save him, she had paid a dear price. While the house had since been restored to its former glory, Ellie’s skin still spoke of the day that had changed her life.

  “Frederick Lancaster is returning from the war.”

  At his name, Ellie’s eyes snapped open, her tense muscles forgotten. “He is?” she gasped before trying to lend her enquiries a nonchalant air. “Was he injured?”

  Madeline shrugged, taking another careful sip now that she had shared her news. “I do not know. If he was, I believe it was nothing too severe. Otherwise, I am certain I would have heard of it.”

  Closing her eyes, Ellie took a deep breath. Although they had not spoken in years, Ellie
had never been able to forget the honourable youth who had saved her reputation that hot afternoon long ago. Her mother had never found out, and neither Frederick or rather Rick−as she secretly thought of him−nor his friends had ever let anything slip of her daring adventure that day.

  “I am glad that he is well,” Ellie couldn’t help but say. Her friend, however, didn’t seem to think it an odd statement as she continued sipping her tea. “I worried that something might happen to him especially now that his father has passed. I am sure he will be of great comfort to his mother.”

  “I suppose so,” Madeline said. “Unfortunately for him, he is not returning to claim a title. He is still the same man he was before his father passed, and as a second son, he will always be.”

  Ellie frowned. “Even if he had inherited the title, he would still be the same man. He would only have different responsibilities.”

  Madeline laughed. “These responsibilities−as you call them−are what make and break a man. If he had inherited his father’s title, he would now command his family’s assets and could choose any woman he wanted for his bride. Her dowry in turn would allow him to further his family's standing, which he then could pass on to his heir.” Madeline shook her head. “A title is the fine line between significant…and worthless.”

  “He is not worthless!” Ellie snapped. “How can you speak so?”

  “I’m sorry, Dear Elsbeth. I did not mean to offend your delicacies, nor did I mean to offend him. I am certain Frederick Lancaster is a marvellous man. I was merely pointing out that as a second son, his possibilities are severely limited.”

  “Then maybe it is a blessing in disguise,” Ellie said smiling.

  “How do you mean?”

  “Since he does not need to choose a wife based on obligation, he is free to marry for love.”