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  A scandalous royal consequence!

  One night with innocent wedding planner Gabi was not enough for Sultan Alim al-Lehan, but duty called him home. Memories of their forbidden pleasure prove impossible to forget—especially when he discovers Gabi has just returned from maternity leave!

  The baby must be his, but if Gabi won’t tell him, Alim will seduce the truth out of her! Commanding that she arrange his wedding, even if he’s not yet picked a wife, is the ideal ruse. Alim wants her in his bed, but must decide—as a sultan’s mistress or bride!i

  Gabi heard the door open and turned, assuming it was one of the staff to clear the remnants of the wedding away.

  Instead it was Alim.

  ‘I was just...’ Gabi started. Just what? Thinking about you.

  She was one burning blush as he walked across the room, and she didn’t know where to go or what to do with herself as he approached the old gramophone.

  And then she shivered.

  Not because it was cold, for the air was perfectly warm. Instead she shivered in silent delight as she heard the slight scratch of the needle hitting the vinyl. The sounds of old were given life again and etched for ever on her heart as he turned around and walked towards her.

  without a word, he offered her this dance. And, without a word, she accepted.

  ‘Listen…’ He spoke into her ear and his low voice offered a delicious warning. ‘I am trouble.’

  ‘I know that.’

  ‘If you like me, then I am doubly so.’

  ‘I know all of that,’ Gabi said.

  The trouble was, right now—here in his arms—Gabi didn’t care about trouble. So she lifted her face to his.

  Billionaires & One-Night Heirs

  Secret babies they are determined to claim!

  Raul, Alim and Bastiano—three billionaires renowned the world over for their charisma and commanding ways.

  Lydia, Gabi and Sophie—three innocents who cannot resist their seductive appeal.

  And when sizzling nights lead to nine-month consequences there is no other option—these billionaires will claim their heirs!

  The Innocent’s Secret Baby

  Bound by the Sultan’s Baby

  Available now

  Sicilian’s Baby of Shame

  Coming soon!

  You won’t want to miss this addictive new trilogy from Carol Marinelli!

  Bound by the Sultan’s Baby

  Carol Marinelli

  www.millsandboon.co.uk

  CAROL MARINELLI recently filled in a form asking for her job title. Thrilled to be able to put down her answer, she put ‘writer’. Then it asked what Carol did for relaxation and she put down the truth—‘writing’. The third question asked for her hobbies. Well, not wanting to look obsessed, she crossed her fingers and answered ‘swimming’—but, given that the chlorine in the pool does terrible things to her highlights, I’m sure you can guess the real answer!

  Books by Carol Marinelli

  Mills & Boon Modern Romance

  Billionaires & One-Night Heirs

  The Innocent’s Secret Baby

  One Night With Consequences

  The Sheikh’s Baby Scandal

  The Billionaire’s Legacy

  Di Sione’s Innocent Conquest

  Irresistible Russian Tycoons

  The Price of His Redemption

  The Cost of the Forbidden

  Billionaire Without a Past

  Return of the Untamed Billionaire

  Mills & Boon Medical Romance

  Their Secret Royal Baby

  Paddington Children’s Hospital

  Their One Night Baby

  The London Primary Hospital

  Playboy on Her Christmas List

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  at millsandboon.co.uk for more titles.

  Contents

  Cover

  Back Cover Text

  Introduction

  Billionaires & One-Night Heirs

  Title Page

  About the Author

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Extract

  Copyright

  CHAPTER ONE

  GABI DERAMO HAD never been a bridesmaid, let alone a bride.

  However, weddings were her life and she thought about them during most of the minutes of her day.

  From way back she had lived and breathed weddings.

  Gabi was a dreamer.

  As a little girl, her dolls would regularly be lined up in a bridal procession. Once, to her mother’s fury, Gabi had poured two whole bags of sugar and one of flour over them to create a winter wedding effect.

  ‘Essere nerre nuvole,’ her mother, Carmel, had scolded, telling her that she lived in the clouds.

  What Gabi didn’t tell her was that at each wedding she made with her dolls, she pretended it was her mother. As if somehow she could conjure her father’s presence and make it so that he had not left a pregnant Carmel to struggle alone.

  And while Gabi had never been so much as kissed, as an assistant wedding planner she had played her part in many a romantic escape.

  She dreamt of the same most nights.

  And she dreamt of Alim.

  Now Gabi sat, flicking through the to-do list on her tablet and curling her long black hair around her finger, trying to work out how on earth she could possibly organise, from scratch, an extremely rushed but very exclusive winter wedding in Rome.

  Mona, the bride-to-be, stepped out of the changing area on her third attempt at trying on a gown not of Gabi’s choice.

  It didn’t suit Mona in the least—the antique lace made her olive skin look sallow and the heavy fabric did nothing to accentuate her delicate frame.

  ‘What do you think?’ Mona asked Gabi as she turned around to look in the mirror and examined herself from behind.

  Gabi knew from experience how to deal with a bride who stood in completely the wrong choice of gown. ‘What do you think, Mona?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ Mona sighed. ‘I quite like it.’

  ‘Then it isn’t the gown for you,’ Gabi said. ‘Because you have to love it.’

  Mona had resisted the boutique owner’s guidance and had completely dismissed Gabi’s suggestion for a bright, white, column gown with subtle embroidery. In fact, Mona hadn’t even tried it on.

  Gabi’s suggestions were dismissed rather a lot.

  She was curvy and dressed in the severe, shapeless dark suit that her boss, Bernadetta, insisted she wear, so brides-to-be tended to assume that Gabi had no clue where fashion was concerned.

  Oh, but she did.

  Not for herself, of course, but Gabi could pick out the right wedding gown for a bride at fifty paces.

  And they needed this to be sorted today!

  Bernadetta was on leave and so it had fallen to Gabi to sort.

  It always did.

  The bigger the budget, the trickier the brief, the more likely it was to have been put into the ‘Too Hard’ basket and left for Gabi to pick up.

  They were in the lull between Christmas and New Year. The wedding boutique was, in fact, closed today, but Gabi had many contacts and had called in a favour from Rosa, the owner, who had opened up just for them.

  Rosa would not push them out, but they
had to meet Marianna, the functions co-ordinator, at the Grande Lucia at four.

  ‘Why don’t you try Gabi’s suggestion?’ Fleur, the mother of the groom, said.

  It was a little odd.

  Usually this trip would be taken with the mother of the bride or her sister or friends, but it would seem that it was Fleur who had first and last say in things.

  Fleur was also English, which meant that, in order to be polite, Gabi and Mona did not speak in Italian.

  Yes, it was proving to be a long, tiring day.

  And they would be back tomorrow with the bridesmaids!

  Reluctantly, very reluctantly, Mona agreed to try on Gabi’s suggestion and then disappeared with the dresser.

  As Rosa hung up the failed gown she saw that Gabi was looking at another dress.

  Silver-grey, it was elegant and simple and in a larger size, and when Gabi held it up she saw the luxurious fall of the fabric. Rosa was a talented seamstress indeed.

  ‘It would fit you,’ Rosa said.

  ‘I doubt it.’ Gabi sighed wistfully. ‘It’s beautiful, though.’

  ‘The order was cancelled,’ Rosa said. ‘Why don’t you go and try it on? It would look stunning, I am sure.’

  ‘Not while I’m working.’ Gabi shook her head. ‘Anyway, even if it did fit, when would I get a chance to wear it?’ Her question went unanswered as the curtains parted and a smiling Mona walked out.

  ‘Oh, Mona!’ Gabi breathed.

  The dress was perfect.

  It showed off Mona’s slender figure, and the bright white was indeed the perfect shade against her olive skin.

  ‘If only she had listened to you in the first place,’ Fleur muttered. ‘We are going to be late for the hotel.’

  ‘It’s all taken care of,’ Gabi assured her, checking her list on her tablet. ‘We’re right on schedule.’

  Ahead of it, in fact, because now that the dress had been chosen, everything else, Gabi knew, would fall more easily into place.

  Measurements had already been taken but fitting dates could not yet be made. Gabi assured Rosa she would call her just as soon as they had finalised the wedding date.

  They climbed back into the car and were driven through the wet streets of Rome towards the Grande Lucia but, again, Mona wasn’t happy. ‘I went to a wedding at the Grande Lucia a few years ago and it was so...’ Mona faltered for a moment as she struggled with a word to describe it. ‘Tired-looking.’

  ‘Not now it isn’t.’ Gabi shook her head. ‘It’s under new management, well, Alim has been...’ It was Gabi who now faltered but she quickly recovered. ‘Alim has been the owner for a couple of years and there have been considerable renovations; the hotel is looking magnificent.’

  Even saying his name made her stumble a little and blush.

  Gabi saw Alim only occasionally but she thought about him a lot.

  Their paths rarely crossed but if Gabi was organising a wedding at the Grande Lucia and Alim happened to be in residence at the time then her heart would get a rare treat, and she was secretly hoping for one today.

  ‘Let’s just see how you feel once you’ve actually seen the Grande Lucia for yourself,’ Gabi suggested. ‘Remember, though, that it’s terribly hard to get a booking there, especially at such short notice.’

  ‘Fleur doesn’t seem to think it will be a problem,’ Mona said with a distinct edge to her voice, and Gabi watched as she shot a look towards the mother of the groom. From all Gabi had gleaned, Fleur had agreed to finance the wedding on the condition that it was held there.

  ‘It won’t be,’ Fleur responded.

  Gabi wasn’t so sure.

  Marianna, the co-ordinator, was rather inflexible at the best of times and they wanted this wedding to be held in just over two weeks!

  They made good time as the streets were comparatively empty. The rush of Christmas was over and even the Colosseum was closed to visitors.

  Gabi stifled a yawn, wishing that she could put up her own Do not disturb sign to the world for a while.

  She had hoped to spend the Christmas break going over the plans for starting her own business. Instead, she had again been called in to work through her leave. She was tired.

  Almost too tired to keep alive the dream of one day owning her own business.

  She had started working for Matrimoni di Bernadetta when she was eighteen and had hoped that it would provide the experience she needed to one day go it alone.

  Six years later, at the age of twenty-four, that prospect seemed no brighter.

  Bernadetta had made very sure of that—there was barely time to think, let alone act on her own dreams.

  Still, she truly loved her job.

  Gabi looked up as the gorgeous old building came into view and they soon pulled up at the entrance.

  The car door was opened for them by the doorman, Ronaldo.

  ‘Ben tornato,’ Ronaldo said, and Gabi realised that it was Fleur and not she he was welcoming back.

  Fleur must be a guest. And a favoured one too from the attention that Ronaldo gave her.

  As Gabi got out there was a flutter of excitement at the thought that she might soon see Alim.

  He was always polite, even if he was somewhat aloof. She didn’t take it personally. Alim was the same with everyone and maintained a certain distance. There was just an air of mystery to him that had Gabi entranced. An entire floor of the Grande Lucia served as Alim’s residence when he was in Rome, and so, through the hotel industry grapevine, Gabi knew more than a little of his reputation. He loved beautiful women and dated as many of them as he could—though one night with him was all they would ever get.

  Breakfast was definitely not included in this particular package. In fact, according to Sophie, a friend of Gabi’s and a maid at the Grande Lucia, cold and callous were the most frequent words used to describe him by his lovers after they had been discarded.

  That didn’t seem right to Gabi for she always felt warm in his gaze, and when it came to business, his professionalism was never in doubt.

  Still, Sophie had told her, for all the tears there were perks for, rumour had it the reward for time spent in Alim’s arms came in the shape of a diamond.

  It sounded crass.

  Until you saw Alim.

  He was completely out of her league, of course, and that was not her being self-effacing. He veered towards slender blondes of the supermodel kind, and women who definitely knew the ropes in the bedroom.

  Apparently he had no inclination to teach.

  Gabi didn’t mind in the least that Alim was utterly unattainable, for it made it safe for her to dream of him.

  There was no sign that he was there when she walked through the brass revolving doors and into the magnificent foyer of the Grande Lucia.

  It was almost perfection.

  Stunning crimson carpet and silk walls were elegant—even sensual, perhaps—and worked well against the dark wooden furnishings. The space was vast and the ceilings high, yet there was an intimate feel from the moment you walked in, alongside the lovely buzz of a busy hotel.

  As a centrepiece, there was a huge, crimson floral display.

  Yes, almost perfect.

  Gabi had an eye for detail and this arrangement irked her. It never varied, or moved with the times. Instead, there was a perpetual display of deep red roses and carnations and it had become a slight bone of contention when Gabi had negotiated on behalf of her brides.

  Marianna came to greet them and took the trio for coffee at one of several intimate lounges just off the foyer.

  There they went through a few details and though Marianna was delighted to announce that there was an opening in just over two weeks, she was not going to make it easy for the bride.

  ‘I do need to verify dates with the owner,’ Marianna said. ‘We’re expecting some VIP guests at the hotel in January so security will be particularly tight. I’m not sure we’ll be able to accommodate you then. Alim has asked to be informed before any dates are locked in...’
She paused and looked up. ‘Oh, there he—’

  Marianna halted, causing Gabi to glance up. Alim had just entered the foyer with the requisite stunning blonde.

  Gabi guessed, and rightly so, that Alim did not like to be disturbed with minor details every time he made an appearance so Marianna did not alert Mona and Fleur to his presence.

  Yet such was his charisma, both women looked over.

  And while Marianna might be doing her best not to disrupt Alim’s day, Gabi’s had just been turned on its head.

  In the nicest of ways.

  He wore a slim dark coat and there was such an air of magnificence about him that he simply turned heads.

  Not just for his dark looks—there was more to him than that—but they were rather wonderful to dwell on. His hair was black and glossy and swept back. He stood tall and his posture was so upright he always made Gabi want to pull back her own shoulders.

  There was a shift that ran through her body whenever he was near, an awareness that made it difficult to focus on anything other than him, for all else seemed to move to the periphery of her consciousness to allow Alim centre stage.

  ‘Quanti ospiti?’

  Marianna’s voice was coming from a distance and as she asked how many guests for the wedding, it was Mona who answered instead of Gabi.

  For Alim had looked over and met her gaze.

  He was beautiful.

  Always.

  Effortlessly elegant, supremely polite, he was the calm, still water to Gabi’s fizz.

  She was a dreamer, which meant that though he was out of her league, he was not out of bounds to her thoughts; innocent in body she may be, but not so in her mind.

  And as for those eyes, they were a dark grey with silver flecks that spoke silently of the night.

  His gaze was a dangerous thing to be held in, Gabi knew, and she was trapped in it now. There was a fire crackling in the grate and there was heat low, low in her stomach and rising to her neck.

  She wanted to excuse herself from the conversation and walk over in response to his silent command. She wanted work to be gone, for his lover to disappear, and for Alim to lower her down onto a silken bed.

  Just that.

  ‘Gabi...’ Marianna intruded.