The Sheikh's Secret Son

One Night In...

One Desert Night

British Bachelors

Secretary by Day, Mistress by Night

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To Alicia Barber

A unique young woman who has become a very dear friend x

Contents

Cover (#u64415167-89f1-5aa2-bdb8-43e6df761d25)

Back Cover Text (#ue18f7db6-8b59-5782-8bd1-e27e8a60f48e)

Introduction (#ude1c08f8-4970-5d54-b82b-4a093b95aa5d)

Secret Heirs of Billionaires (#ulink_27e4fde0-34c8-5fa6-8a6e-366ef8397297)

Title Page (#ue1c73867-1ffe-5c99-abd1-5e01b15f4d59)

About the Author (#u2266575a-06fb-5ff8-8706-6f3ad96936cd)

Dedication (#ubee02fdb-8c89-53f8-828a-6cba4a031743)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_0f404fdc-357c-5875-86bc-96d4a9473c30)

CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_be5af989-16fa-5a33-b4c6-7cb65dd16606)

CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_71b618b7-d812-5bfe-8ff6-b215879da2cf)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

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EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_8ca2d186-f034-5cad-972a-35aef9b6b8b1)

THE FALL FROM the granite wall happened in an instant, yet strangely time seemed to slow down as Darcy saw herself plunge downwards. It was like an uncanny out-of-body experience. Her mind flashed—happening but not happening—just like in a dream. Trouble was, she’d lost concentration due to her mind being dominated by the nerve-racking task at hand—which was hopefully to see the charismatic owner of the regal manor and to tell him at last that their passionate affair had produced a son...

Now, the searing knife-like pain that shot through her ankle as she hit the ground gave her something even more pertinent to worry about. Issuing a string of unladylike curses, she rubbed at the offending bone, wincing as the pain intensified excruciatingly. How on earth was she going to stand? The flesh was already reddening and swelling—too fast for her liking. No chance of presenting the poised unruffled appearance she’d had in mind, then...

Even as the realisation descended a heavy-set man in a slightly snug black suit started running towards her from the other side of the splendid gardens. It didn’t take much guessing to deduce that he was a security guard. She reminded herself of her intention to stay as calm as possible, no matter what occurred. Then she made herself breathe deeply to try to control the waves of pain that washed over her.

When the man got to her, his breath hitting the frigid October air in tangible puffs of steam, she saw that his fleshy olive complexion was coated with a fine sheen of perspiration.

Despite her dilemma, Darcy quipped, ‘You could have saved yourself the effort. I’m clearly not going anywhere any time soon. I think I’ve twisted my ankle.’

‘You are a very silly young woman to risk such a foolish thing. I can tell you now that the Sheikh is not going to be very happy.’

Her realisation that he was referring to the man she’d desperately hoped to see made her feel as though she’d slammed into the wall rather than merely falling off it.

‘His Highness is the owner of this property and you are trespassing. I have to warn you that he will not take the intrusion lightly.’

‘No... I don’t suppose he will.’

However her ex-lover reacted when he saw her, it surely couldn’t make her feel any worse than she felt already. Yes, it could. Darcy had been on edge before the accident, never mind now, with the looming possibility of being confronted by him and accused of breaking and entering.

‘Look, what’s happened has happened, and as much as I need to explain my motives for being here to His Highness, first I’m going to need your help in getting to my feet.’

‘That is not a good idea. You need to be checked over by a doctor first. Trying to stand might make the injury worse.’

Staring up at the guard, she witnessed an unexpected glimpse of concern in his chocolate-brown eyes. Then he withdrew a phone from his jacket and spoke to someone at the other end in a language that she was only too familiar with from her days of working at the bank. To make matters worse, the recognition brought with it a vividly searing memory that she expressly didn’t welcome right then—especially when she’d stupidly put herself in the mother of all awkward situations.

And all because she’d been driven to scale a wall she never should have attempted in the first place, resulting in a highly inconvenient injury.

But what else was she supposed to do when the necessity of seeing her former lover was becoming ever more urgent? Her worst fears had come true. He was engaged to be married. No matter how many times she reminded herself of the fact, her heart vehemently rejected the idea as though it was poison.

At the same time Darcy realised the guard really wasn’t going to help her to her feet, he abruptly ended his call. Then he withdrew a voluminous handkerchief from his pocket and proceeded to mop his brow.

‘The doctor is coming. I have also arranged for you to have some water.’

‘I don’t need water. I just need some help to get to my feet.’