Catherine Spencer - A Champagne Christmas - The Christmas Love-Child / The Christmas Night Miracle / The Italian Billionaire's Christmas Miracle

Her only consolation was that her family was safe. They would never lose their home or be worried about money again. Maksim had paid off the entire mortgage and had placed a large sum in a bank account to make sure her family would always be financially secure and her brothers could go to college. They were happy because they believed Grace was, too.

She had been well and truly bought.

I’m sorry I did this to you, baby , she thought, rubbing her flat tummy mournfully. She looked around the large, feminine bedroom with the blue canopy bed and the lady’s study beside it. Down the hall, the next room was empty. Maksim had ordered her to create the baby’s nursery there, but Grace didn’t have the heart. She couldn’t accept her new life here. Couldn’t accept that this was all the home life her child would have.

As purplish twilight fell softly over the skyline of the distant city, Grace finally saw his armored car pull past their front gate.

Where had he been for the past six days? Where was he sleeping at night? Clenching her hands into fists, she rose from her chair at the window and left her bedroom.

From the high second-story landing overlooking the wide marble floors of the downstairs foyer, she saw Maksim enter the house, followed by assistants and bodyguards. His face was dark and tired. He didn’t bother to ask the housekeeper about how his new bride was faring. He didn’t bother to even glance upstairs. He simply handed Elena his coat, went into his study and closed the door behind him.

For Grace, it was the final straw.

She ran downstairs. Without knocking, she pushed through his study door.

Sitting at his desk, he looked up at her with infuriating calmness. “Yes?”

She hated his coldness. She envied that he had ice water in his veins instead of blood. She wished she, too, could feel nothing, instead of feeling like her heart was continually breaking anew!

“Where have you been?”

He barely glanced at her as he gathered papers on his desk. “You have missed me, my bride?” he said sardonically.

“I’m your wife. I have a right to know if you’ve been sleeping with someone else!”

“Of course you do,” he said with a cold laugh. “I can tell you I’ve been working day and night to finish details on the Exemplary merger, sleeping two hours a night on a cot in my office. But of course you will immediately know I have been with another woman. You will immediately suspect I’ve set up Francesca in a suite at the Ritz-Carlton.”

Grace’s heart fell to the floor.

“Francesca’s in Moscow?” she whispered.

His lips twisted into an ironic smile. “And to think I once believed you had such faith in people.”

“You destroyed that!”

“Have no fear, my dear wife,” he drawled. “I have no interest in Francesca. How could I, when I have such a warm, loving wife waiting in my bed at home?”

His barb went straight to the heart. She clenched her hands into fists. “Just try getting into bed with me sometime, and you’ll see how warm and loving I am!”

Maksim rose wearily from his desk. “Enough.” Placing a stack of papers in his briefcase beside his laptop, he started walking toward the study door. “If you have nothing else to discuss, I’ll wish you good-night.”

She stared at him incredulously. “You’re leaving? Just like that?”

He stopped and turned back to her. At the intensity of his expression, she trembled from within.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her softly on the cheek. “Snovem godem , Grace,” he said softly. “Happy New Year.”

She turned her face up toward his, her heart aching with the memory of the man she’d loved in London. She searched his gaze for some remnant of the man she’d laughed with, cared for. Loved .

Then he turned from her.

“Don’t wait up.”

Anguish rose in her heart…then anger. She hated his coldness. How could she have ever thought he was a good man?

“You can’t keep me locked up here!”

He glanced back curiously. “Do you not think so?”

“I’m not your slave!”

“No.” He gave her a brief, cool smile. “You are my wife. You are carrying my child. You will live in comfort and luxury, with nothing to do but enjoy the pleasure of your own company.”

“I’m going insane!”

“How surprising.”

She ground her teeth in frustration. “It’s New Year’s Eve. Elena is going to Red Square…”

Her voice trailed off as she saw him shaking his head.

“There will be half a million people in Red Square. The bodyguards couldn’t protect you.”

“Protect me? From what?”

He shrugged. “I have enemies. Some hate me for my billions, some hate me for my title. You could be kidnapped for ransom. It’s rare but it does sometimes happen. Or perhaps—” he glanced at her keenly “—you’d be tempted to run off in the crowd.”

“I won’t,” she said tearfully. “Please. I just want to live a normal life!”

“Just what every princess wants,” he said sardonically. “And cannot have.”

He turned away.

“Maksim, please don’t leave me here,” she whispered. “I can’t bear to be left like this.”

He paused at the door, not bothering to turn around.

“Have a pleasant evening, my bride.”

She stood in shock in his office until she heard the front door slam and the silence as his bodyguards and assistants left with him.

She walked slowly up the wide, sweeping stairs to her lonely bedroom.

He’d left her alone on New Year’s Eve.

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