Chapter 413

• "And he is heir to the throne—a little fact that you forgot to mention at Ingledean when you persuaded me to bring him here," she said icily. I suppose you were too busy making up all that rubbish about your father being on his deathbed—so ill that he could not possibly fly to England to visit his grandson. "You lied to me." She rounded on him bitterly. You led me to believe that the King might only have a short time left and that he was desperate to see Hazem before he died. "But your father is no closer to death than I am," she snapped. "For a man of eighty, he looks as fit as a flea."
• She was so burned up with anger because Ahsan had manipulated her into doing his bidding that she missed the warning glint in his eyes. "You tricked me into bringing Hazem here, but you are not keeping him." It was his father’s wish that he should spend his childhood at Ingledean with me. "I know what Farhan wanted," she flung at him, pushing her tumbling flame-colored curls over her shoulder with an impatient flick of her hand.
• Ahsan’s body clenched in rejection of her last statement, and he felt the same humiliating jealousy that always gripped him whenever he thought of Kate with his brother. I know what Farhan wanted. She had been referring to Farhan’s wishes for Hazem’s upbringing after his death, but the words swirled in his head, taunting him. Had she learned what Farhan wanted in bed and enjoyed pleasing him? Or had she cleverly pandered to his desires as part of her plan to persuade him to marry her, knowing that her willingness between the sheets would one day earn her ownership of Ingledean House?