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She opened her mouth to say something but he shook his head, lifting a hand into the air to silence her.
‘Marry me. Marry me because you want to give our child a stable family. Marry me because you know it is the right thing to do.’
She swallowed, biting into her lower lip and turning away from him, pacing over towards the windows. Madrid glistened in the distance, and her shoulders slumped forward a little as she—apparently—lost herself in contemplation. Seeing her weakening, realising he could push home his advantage, he took a step closer.
‘You didn’t know your father until you were a teenager. True?’
He knew it was—he’d read the file his investigator had put together.
‘Yes.’
Antonio’s expression tightened and something heavy landed in his gut. He’d known about his own child for a week and already he couldn’t imagine what kind of man he would have to be to neglect him or her like that.
‘And didn’t you wish he’d been more involved in your life?’ he pushed, watching the way her features visibly contracted, showing pain and hurt.
‘There’s no sense wishing for what’s not possible,’ she said with a shrug. It was an imitation of nonchalance, he could tell. He wished she’d turn to face him so he could see her eyes, see her mouth, see all of her.
‘But I knew my father,’ Antonio continued, his voice thick with unexpected emotion—the loss was still fresh, he supposed. ‘He was a busy man but he always made time for me. He talked to me each evening, telling me stories, and on weekends we went hiking through the forest that surrounded our home. We fished in a stream and ran until our lungs threatened to burst. When I was little, if I had a nightmare, it was my father who comforted me. He was an excellent man.’
Amelia turned to face him and her eyes were like the ocean on a turbulent day. ‘Why are you telling me this?’
‘Because you should know what kind of father I intend to be for our child.’
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Her eyes swept shut, her long silky lashes forming perfect fans against the pearly whiteness of her cheeks.
‘Don’t you want our child to have that?’
Her expression showed anguish when she opened her eyes, blinking to face him. ‘Yes.’
He admired her for not prevaricating, and he admired her even more when she visibly pulled herself together, extinguishing the flames of anguish and assuming an expression of calm.
‘Yes, I do,’ she agreed more firmly, as though she were convincing herself. ‘But I can’t marry a man intent on destroying my family. That’s obvious.’
He understood her need to negotiate on this point, but Antonio wasn’t a man to give concessions. Not when it came to getting what he wanted. In a battle of wills with Amelia he would back himself every time. ‘Then give me Prim’Aqua. Agree to marry me.’
‘And you’ll stop going after Carlo’s other businesses?’ she whispered, the words haunted.
He looked at her long and hard and finally nodded. ‘For now.’
She frowned. ‘What does that mean?’
‘Only that I expect you to try to make our marriage work,’ he said. ‘If you don’t, if you walk away from me, then the deal is off.’
Her breathing was raspy and shallow. ‘You’re serious?’
‘Deadly.’
Her complexion paled.
‘I am the father of your child, and I want to marry you. I want the marriage to be a success because I am not used to failure, querida. This is what I want. What is it that you want? What matters most to you?’
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Amelia blanched, his ultimatum horrifying because she already knew that she was going to agree. She pressed a hand over her stomach, and her heart squeezed at the thought of the little life growing inside her. Would it be a boy? Or a girl?
She didn’t care—she just wanted a healthy, happy baby.
