The Mediterranean Billionaire's Blackmail Bargain
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Melanie looked at Alicia. ‘How…what…however did you get that idea?’
Alicia fought valiantly against sinking into the ground into the comfort of another dead faint. She couldn’t look at Dante.
‘When I came here last week, you were feverish…I asked you who had done this to you and all you said was, “Dante D’Aquanni,” his was the only name you mentioned… You said you’d been on your way to see him. You asked me to find him for you…’
‘I did?’
Alicia smiled sadly. This wasn’t Melanie’s fault. ‘You probably don’t remember.’
Melanie groaned and glanced at the young man beside her shyly. ‘I had been on my way to see Mr D’Aquanni.’ She glanced at him then with a little trepidation. ‘But it was only to ask him to bring back Paolo…’
‘Paolo…’ Alicia repeated dumbly.
Dante spoke then, and Alicia flinched slightly at the harshness of his tone. ‘Paolo D’Aquanni—the man your sister was having an affair with at the office. My brother.’
His words seemed to come from far away. Alicia looked across at Paolo. ‘So you’re…’
Melanie squeezed her hand. ‘Yes, Lissy, he’s the one, the father of my baby.’
Distaste flavoured Dante’s mouth. His eyes raked over Melanie, taking in her undoubtedly weakened state. He had to admit that she couldn’t have faked the crash. She looked to be taller than Alicia; they shared the same colouring, but her eyes were blue, not a deep, dark chocolate brown. He ruthlessly drove down his awareness of the small woman beside the bed.
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