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But she didn’t. She stayed where she was, sitting at her desk, reading emails. Only her head shifted, turning towards him.

“Well?” She asked, cocking a brow. “What’s happened?”

“He’s gone.” He ran a hand across the back of his neck.

“Amit?”

“Goran.”

“I meant, how is Amit?”

“He’ll be fine. He didn’t want to go. He knows what his father’s like.”

“And what’s that?” She asked, standing now, but keeping a careful distance.

“A bully. A drunk. Someone he is better off not having in his life.”

Chloe swept her eyes shut. “I don’t understand any of this. You were in a relationship with Elena, yes? You told me she loved you. And she’s Raffa’s mother?”

His nostrils flared and she could see him weighing his words.

“When I was a child, my father had an affair. It was brief. Foolish. Tempestuous and ill-thought-out. It broke my mother’s heart.” He said the words with obvious condemnation, easily invoking his disdain for the idea of love without needing to speak the words anew. “Goran was the result of that affair. My father allowed him to be raised in the palace – and it destroyed my mother. She rarely came here.”

“Even to see you,” Chloe murmured softy.

“Even to see me.” The confirmation was cold, without the emotional pain Chloe knew her husband must feel. “Goran and I barely spent any time together. I knew who he was, and vice versa, but he was nothing to me.”

Chloe frowned. “He’s your brother.”

“As Apollo is yours,” he pointed out smoothly.

“But Apollo and I… Apollo hated me…”

“And Goran hated me,” Raffa said, his jaw clenched. “I didn’t realise that, of course, until it was too late.”

“What do you mean?” A frisson of apprehension crossed her whole body.

“He – wrongly – perceived Elena to be my intended bride. He believed I loved her, enough that stealing her from me might wound me. That he might triumph over me at last.” He said the words with thick fury. “She fell pregnant to him and when he realized, then, that I didn’t care, he left her. He left the country.”

Chloe’s gasp was one of utter outrage. “How dare he?”

“She was not much better,” Raffa said. “She had Amit, and when he was only two weeks old, she too disappeared, leaving only a note.”

“What did it say?”

“She didn’t want to be a mother. She didn’t want to be in the palace and know she could never have me – obviously I couldn’t have married her, even if I’d wanted to, after she’d carried my brother’s baby. She knew it was the death knell to any future with me, and so she left.”

“You mean she’s out there somewhere and just choosing not to be in Amit’s life?”

“Yes.” His eyes sparked with Chloe’s. “As you know, biology does not a mother make. He is unwanted by his mother, and his father uses him only in so much as he hopes it might hurt me.”

“Oh, poor Amit,” she sank into a comfortable chair, curling her knees beneath her. “I’m so sorry to hear this. That dear boy – and so sweet.” She shook her head sadly, and her heart was thumping with the importance of that moment, of the moments that were to follow. Adrenaline charged her veins. “So Amit is not your son, and you cannot acknowledge him as your heir?”

“No.”

She nodded slowly. She saw it all so clearly, and yet she wanted his stark confirmation of her assessments. She needed him to spell it out for her, so she understood the imperative of her decision.

“And you need a legitimate heir because otherwise Goran would be next in line to your father’s throne?”

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