by Dawn Brower
“You’ll never take the place of my Noah.” She returned to her seat. Rubina had better things to do with her time than deal with Paolo. He proclaimed to love her, but he’d kept her a prisoner for months in a tiny room. Only coming to visit her so he could stare at her while declaring his love. You don’t imprison someone you supposedly love.
Paolo pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his face. “You’ll regret that.”
“No, I only wish I’d have done it sooner.”
He stormed over to her side and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“La mia bellezza...” He stroked his fingers through her hair. “Such beautiful golden-blonde hair—so silky to touch.”
Chills ran down her spine and her stomach rolled with queasiness as he touched her. Rubina was not his beauty... She never would be his in any way.
“I don’t belong to you. I never have. When will you accept that?” She stared up at him in defiance.
“Never?” He raised an eyebrow. “It is such a very long time, my love. You will learn to love me.”
Rubina choked back tears. If Noah was truly dead—it didn’t matter. Paolo could do his worst. No matter how hard she tried, her feelings would remain the same. Her heart remained untouched by his false charms...
“Ti odio.” She let every ounce of hatred pour out of her. Rubina didn’t want there to be any doubt how much she loathed Paolo.
“No, you don’t.” His sinister laugh filled the tiny room. “My dear, you don’t really know what hate is—but you will.”
“How did Noah die?”
Rubina needed details to understand how he could really be gone. Her husband was a strong virile man, so full of life. She couldn’t truly believe he was—she gulped down a lump in her throat—dead.
“If you must know, someone helped him along to his untimely demise.”
“No...” Rubina gasped. “Please—tell me you didn’t murder him.”
“I’ll tell you no such thing. I’m not about to start lying to you my dear.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “It’s best you get acclimated to our long life together.”
Rubina wanted to die. That would remain true as long as Noah was gone. She had something to take care of before she joined him again. Paolo Fonte’s life must end. He would pay for his sins—for hurting Noah. She would live long enough to see it happen. Once she sent him to hell, she’d allow herself to breathe her last breath. She could once again be with her husband. They could spend eternity in each other’s arms.
“Sei un bastardo malvagio,” she exclaimed. Duca d’Sordillo was an evil bastard. “One day your cruelty will leave this world. On that day I will rejoice.”
“Say what you want. Your words mean nothing, but you will come around.” He grinned. “Until then, please enjoy the accommodations.
He turned to leave. The door shut with a loud thud. Paolo turned the key, locking her once again in her tiny hovel. Such love he showed her. Rubina stared at the door with disgust. It didn’t matter. She had a reason to continue living. Once she found a way to end Paolo’s life her mission would be complete. He must pay for the atrocity he caused.
***
Rubina grew weak. She barely sustained enough strength to lift up her head. Paolo limited her food to bread and water—barely enough to survive. He was trying to get her to cave—give in to his demands. The evil bastard wanted her to willingly join him in his bed. It would never happen. To betray Noah in such a manner... No, she’d rather die. If she didn’t gain strength soon, she’d get her wish.
“Duchessa...”
Her body rocked back and forth, shaking from an unseen force, but she didn’t want to open her eyes.
“Please wake up, Duchessa.”
Rubina’s eyelids fluttered open to gaze into the dark brown eyes of a man she’d never seen before.
“Who are you?” She stared at him, puzzled. Maybe he was a new guard Paolo sent to watch over her.
“I’m here to save you.”
Rubina shook and tears streamed down her face. She didn’t want to believe it was true. She didn’t know how long she’d been a captive in Paolo’s home. All she wanted to do was go home—see her father and brother again. They were all she had left in the world. If only Noah...
Rubina cried harder.
“Duchessa, we must hurry.”
She tried to swallow a lump in her throat, but it was too dry. She let her gaze meet his again and voiced her fear. “Are you real?”
He nodded. “I assure you, I am. Can you walk?”
“I’m so weak...”
“We will go slowly. I will carry you if I must.”
He helped Rubina to her feet and led her to the open door. She was about to leave her prison. How long had she been locked away from the world?
“Why are you helping me?”
“I work for your brother, Conte Leone.” They made their way down the long hallway. He stopped at the top of the stone stairway. “My name is Arturo.”
“Damian sent you?”
Her family still believed she lived? Why had it taken them so long to find her? Paolo insisted the world believed her dead—as dead as her husband. No more Duke and Duchess of Huntly—no more beautiful love story.
“I’m afraid not.” He lifted her up into his arms. “Everyone believes you are dead. I’m here on a different mission. It’s a miracle I learned of your existence.”
“Grazie.” Rubina hugged him. Her whole body shook with the weight of her emotions. “I feared I’d die locked in that room.”
“No need for thanks. I’d do it for anyone.” His mouth formed a firm straight line. “What the Duca d’Sordillo was doing to you was wrong.”
Rubina didn’t want to think about Paolo. She just wanted to get as far away from him as possible. Maybe she’d return to England... She loved her home. Italy still held a special place in her heart, but it also filled her with terror. If she had never argued with Noah, Paolo wouldn’t have been able to hold her captive. Her only intent had been to return to Naples and visit her father. As soon as she stepped onto the ship heading toward Italy, Paolo’s men had seized her. They took her to his ship and locked her inside. Somehow, he arranged to have the ship she’d been on to sink into the ocean’s blue depths—sealing the belief of her death.
“If you’re not here to rescue me, then what are you doing in Duca di’Sordillo’s home?”
“He is believed to have ties to the Mafioso.”
Arturo set her down and scanned the room. He pulled her hand into his and led her outside. They stopped in front of a carriage, and he helped her inside. Once Rubina was safely seated, he flicked the reigns to get the horses moving.
“Somehow it doesn’t surprise me. He’s an evil man—and evidently a mastermind in the criminal underworld.”
Arturo nodded. “That’s what we believed. We had no idea the extent of his criminal activities. Conte Leone sent me to investigate. If he’d known you were here, he would have come himself and ripped Duca d’Sordillo apart.”
Rubina didn’t doubt it for a minute. Damian was ruthless when he needed to be. He had a high power seat in the government. He hated the Mafioso and sought to eradicate them from Italy. It was turning out to be a daunting task. The Mafioso themselves were shrouded in secrecy.
“Where are we going?”
“Do you know where you are, Duchessa?”
“Please, call me Rubina,” she offered. “I owe you my life. To answer your question—I have no idea where I am or how long I’ve been here.”
Arturo frowned. “This is not good, Your Grace.” He shook his head. “You are in Sicily near Palermo. It’s been three years since the Conte and your father believed you drowned aboard that ship.”
Rubina gasped. “No, so long...”
“Your family—they will be so relieved to find you still live. Thankfully, your brother awaits me in a nearby port. We can escape with him and travel to Naples.”
Damian wa
s near? The fates had finally decided to step in and help her. If only they’d done so sooner—she might have been able to save Noah. Pinpricks of pain shot through her heart as a vision of her beloved floated before her. She missed him so much.
Arturo urged the horses to go faster. The wind blew through Rubina’s hair. Soon she’d be with her brother again, and she could plot Duca d’Sordillo’s death. He would pay for his sins. First she’d need to regain her strength. She would not be able to defeat him being so weak.
“We’ll be to your brother’s ship soon, Your Grace.”
“Thank you. I’m so tired... Maybe I should sleep a little bit.” Her head fell forward, eyes drifting closed. They flew open as she gazed over at him. “I thought I told you to call me Rubina.”
“Yes, Your Grace, but I cannot. Please, stay awake. We will be there soon.”
Rubina fought her body’s need for sleep. Once they got to the ship and reunited with her brother she could give in. Arturo assured her it was near. Deep breath in, exhale, if she kept reminding herself, it all would still be true. If this was a dream, Rubina never wanted to wake up. Only one thing would make it perfect: Noah—alive and well.
The carriage came to a halt near a small pier. The night sky was dark as pitch with tiny white stars dotting the black canvas.
“Duchessa, we are here.” He nudged her forward. “Come, I’ll help you board the ship.”
“I don’t think I can move, Arturo.” Her eyes rolled backward, and her eyelids fluttered shut. “I don’t have much strength left.”
“I will carry you.” Arturo lifted her into his brawny arms.
The warmth engulfing her spread throughout her whole body. She’d been cold for so long. He nestled her, letting her head rest on his broad shoulder. It was so nice to be taken care of.
“I don’t know if I can ever thank you enough,” she muttered.
“Quit thanking me, Your Grace.”
Rubina never would. He saved her from a living hell.
“What do you have there, Arturo?”
Damian! His voice was music to Rubina’s ears. Arturo hadn’t lied. He’d brought her to her brother. Rubina wanted to cry again, but she held it inside.
“I found your sister, Conte.”
“What?” Disbelief etched through Damian’s voice. “You lie, my sister drowned aboard a ship several years ago.”
“No, Conte.” Arturo shook his head, jostling Rubina’s head forward. “She lives. Duca d’Sordillo has kept her locked in a room for years.”
Rubina lifted her head and met eyes that matched her own. In the moonlight, his silver-gray irises glowed in front of her. Damian gasped. “Dio mio, it’s true...”
“Hello, brother.”
Damian rushed forward and pulled Rubina out of Arturo’s arms. His hug so tight breathing became difficult. “I can’t believe you’re here. If I’d known...”
“I know, please, I can’t breathe.”
Damian let her go, never once taking his gaze off of her. She understood because it all seemed like a dream to her too.
“Rue, oh God—Noah. How are we going to tell him?” Damian rubbed his hands over his face. “He is about to get the shock of his life. We must get to him fast.”
“What?” Rubina gasped. “Noah lives? Paolo told me he murdered him.”
“I assure you, your husband is alive and well.” Damian nodded. He paced back and forth in front of her. His agitation making her nervous. “There’s something you should know... He’s set to remarry.”
“No...”
Noah was hers. No other woman would lay claim to him. She had to get to London and reclaim her husband. How dare he move on when she suffered so much? She’d believed he was dead, and still she didn’t give in to Paolo. When she got there, Noah would rue the day he’d ever thought to replace her.
Dawn Brower works as a substitute teacher and enjoys the flexibility it gives her to concentrate on her other endeavors, and focus on writing when her muse calls to her.
Growing up she was the only girl out of six children. She is a single mother of two teenage boys; there is never a dull moment in her life. Reading books is her favorite hobby. There is nothing like a nice glass of wine and a good book to relax with at the end of the day.
There are always stories inside her head; she just never thought she could make them come to life. That creativity has finally found an outlet.
Visit her website at www.authordawnbrower.com for more information on upcoming releases.
Books by Dawn Brower
Broken Pearl
Deadly Benevolence
Don’t Happen Twice
A Wallflower’s Christmas Kiss
Marsden Romances
A Flawed Jewel
A Crystal Angel
A Treasured Lily
A Sanguine Gem
A Hidden Ruby
A Discarded Pearl
Novak Springs
Cowgirl Fever
Dirty Proof
Unbridled Pursuit
Sensual Games
Linked Across Time
Saved by My Blackguard
Searching for My Rogue
Seduction of My Rake
Surrendering to My Spy
Spellbound by My Charmer (Coming in 2017)
Heart’s Intent
One Heart to Give
Unveiled Hearts
Heart of the Moment (Coming in 2017)
