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The Earls Sinful Quest - Lisa Campell
The Earls Sinful Quest - Lisa Campell
LISA CAMPELL
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Amelia could not stop pacing the hallways. She was sure that
by the time she would be done, an actual hole would have
formed in the floor, worn by both her steps and worry. The
butler stood watching her, his own concern apparent, but said
nothing. To the side, stood her husband’s steward, wringing
his hands behind his back.
Perhaps it was not only her own distress that caused such
a heavy, sombre air, but the worry of everyone in the manor,
the worry of all those who loved Lord Arthur Turner, the Earl
of Wilton. Even those working in the household, despite
being distracted and busy with their duties, were sure to be
burdened by what was happening in the Earl’s bedchamber
right this moment. He was loved by them all.
she could not muster the courage. The mere thought that her
worst nightmares might be realized brought out a wave of
agitation that she was failing to contain.
“My Lady,” said the butler. “Perhaps it may be best for you
to wait for the physician in the drawing room, he will come to
you should there be any news.”
“It would be best,” she said with a nod. “But I do not
think I would be able to handle it. I shall wait here.”
“But, my Lady…”
“It is all right.” She paused and faced him, making an
attempt to smile. It was much more di cult than she thought
it would be and his frown was a clear indication that her
endeavour to reassure him had no e ect. “It is not me you
should be worrying about, but the Earl. Pray that he will be
well.”
She, herself, had been praying for the past three months,
since Arthur first fell ill. At first, it had come on slowly; a few
coughs here and there that seemed insignificant. Then, one
day, he collapsed with a terrible fever and had been bedridden
ever since, his health steadily growing worse. On the truly
terrible days, he was often unaware of who or where he was,
trapped within the throes of feverish delusion; a sight that
broke Amelia’s heart. On the better days, however, he seemed
to be strong enough to laugh and talk with her like he used to.
But neither of those days had been as terrible as today.
Amelia had taken her breakfast alone in the drawing
room, praying as she always did for Arthur’s recovery. She’d
been planning to make her way back to his bedchamber when
his steward rushed to her, telling her that the Earl had
su ered an episode and was in need of a physician. At that
moment was when the is tumultuous worry set in.
Amelia had done everything she needed to; instructed
someone to fetch the physician while she waited by her
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able depths but…all this lasted only a moment, and then she
remembered who she was. The Countess of Wilton.
The Dowager Countess now…but a lady of grace all the
same.
“I see.” She righted herself, swallowing past the lump in
her throat. “Thank you, Dr. Carter. I am sure you did all that
that was humanly possible.”
Unbeknownst to him, the doctor awkwardly stood there,
evidently not knowing how to act or what to do with himself.
The man was significantly past his prime and had obviously
being a doctor for more years than she could count, and seen
his great fair share of deaths and grieving widows. And yet, he
looked at her as if all this heartbreak was a novelty to him.
It warmed her heart to witness such a kind response,
however, Amelia could not bring herself to muster half a
smile to her face. She nodded at him and barely bobbed a
curtsy out of respect before she took her leave and sti y
made her way down the hallway. She did not want to see
Arthur yet. Not right now, at the very least. She did not know
what she would do if she were to look upon his lifeless body.
So she did as the butler had suggested earlier; she made
her way to the drawing room. No one followed her. They
were all going to give her some time to grieve. Undoubtedly,
they all believed her distraught from losing her love and part
ner, the gentleman she’d been married to for less than a year.
Surely to them, Amelia had been deprived of the chance to
live her life which included her bearing him an heir and
raising their family.
But to Amelia, it was di erent.
She held her tears at bay until she was safely sheltered in
the drawing room. It wasn’t until she sat in the plush
armchair by the window overlooking the garden, that those
tears finally began streaming down her face. Amelia let out a
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little sob which she held back with her hand. She didn’t want
to cry too much.
Arthur had been more to her than just her husband. In
times like these, where marriages were often bound by duty
rather than companionship, Amelia had been grateful that
she had married someone she could confide to, someone who
understood her, and comforted her whenever she needed so.
She’d never mistaken it for love and knew that Arthur did not
feel the same for her, but they had grown to be such close
friends that Amelia could hardly imagine her life without
him.
To think he took me in when I had nothing to offer him…was this
ending the bad luck he’d received for doing something like that?
She couldn’t help the thought. Amelia may have come
from a noble family but she hadn’t had much wealth or
considerable rank to bargain herself with. Her father was a
Baron yet a widower, and Amelia had neither the financial
agility to make her debut at the Season or to provide any
potential suitors with a respectable dowry. Even so, her father
had valiantly tried to see her married, and Arthur being so
kind, caring, and wonderful had accepted her without judg
ment. He’d given her a home, and a title, and had remained
by her side even after they’d gotten married.
Even though Amelia knew she would never have his love,
she was grateful to have him in her life.
But just like that, he was gone.
All these memories turned to sobbing tears she could no
longer suppress. Hoping nobody in the manor could hear her
sni es and soft wails, she tried to mu ed them with her
hand. All she wanted was to keep the appearance of the
proper lady she had become; a result of Arthur’s unwaivering
kindness, and only mourn in private, as she should.
Yet, the feeling of losing her bosom friend plagued her
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2 months later
Your sister,
Leonora.
Malcolm refolded the letter and placed it on the table
before him.
“Bad news?” George asked.
Malcolm nodded slowly. “My brother is dead.”
He was trying to comprehend the entirety of this situa
tion, what it meant. He had not, for a single moment,
believed such a thing could happen to Arthur. Not yet, at
least. His brother had still been young leastwise, young
enough and not so overwrought with worry regarding his
a airs that it would have driven him to such a state. How
could he have died so suddenly? How could he have failed to
do the one thing that would protect Malcolm from a life he
did not want?
Darkness covered his face. Anger, frustration, sadness
swirled within him. His dreams had only just come true. He’d
been so close to beginning the life he’d wanted for himself,
and now, the duties he’d turned his back to threatened to take
everything from him.
“What are you to do?” George asked him.
Malcolm took a moment to respond, not daring to admit
it. But he knew he had little choice he knew that the letter,
as kindly as it had been worded, had been somewhat of a
command.
“There is nothing else I can do but go; I must go,” he
responded heavily. “I must return to England.”
CHAPTER TWO
the moment she set foot inside the parish church. She’d
gotten married within these walls, and here, she had laid
Arthur to rest. It had taken her a few moments to compose
herself for the mere thought of it brought tears to her eyes.
She did not want Arthur’s mother and sister seeing her
a ected like this, despite it being utterly warranted and
justified.
“I know he is resting peacefully in heaven,” Amelia said in
a lowly, feeble tone. “I am certain that Lord Wilton is looking
down on us right now, pleased by this ceremony and your
attendance, my Lady.”
Lady Bradington a ectionately caressed Amelia’s arm,
staring at her worriedly. “A widow so unexpectedly, and here
you are being so caring. I can only hope and wish your days
ahead shall be brighter for you possess such a dear soul.”
“Your words are kind, Lady Bradington.”
Lady Bradington looked as if she wanted to embrace her
but hoped she wouldn’t for if she did, Amelia would most
certainly crumble and break and she would never wish to
show any sign of weakness in the presence of so many people.
It would appear Lady Bradington read her mind because
she nodded, took a step back and resumed her way into the
church. Amelia exhaled slowly. Each greeting was growing
harder and harder, and she didn’t know how much more of
this she could endure.
“Do you wish to rest a while, Amelia?” A whispered voice
sounded next to her.
Amelia’s mother in law, Lady Frederica Turner, the first
Dowager Countess of Wilton was standing next to her. Her
blue eyes seemed trained and weary. Her black hair were
artfully worn with much of it resting around her shoulders.
Amelia had been often feel impressed by how similarly
Arthur looked to his mother. “No, My Lady,” Amelia whis
pered back. “I am fine.”
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Amelia by her elbow and led her towards the door o the side
of the main church. “All I ask is for you to rest for a short
while and then you may join us again.”
The option had been taken out of Amelia’s hands. She
said nothing as Leonora ushered her into the room and sat
her down into one of the chaise lounges under the window. “A
bit of fresh air should be invigorating,” Leonora said. “I shall
come fetch you shortly.”
Amelia watched her go. Then, with a sigh, she looked out
the window but not really seeing anything.
Even though Amelia had no intention of admitting it,
Leonora was right. She did not feel well. And now that she
was here, she felt as if her body could no longer keep up with
her. Everything had happened so fast, from the moment she’d
met Arthur to him passing.
She could not forget how she felt over a year ago. At the
tender age of one and twenty, Amelia had thought she would
have to live her life as a spinster. Though her father still had
hope that she would be married, Amelia did not share the
sentiment. So, when she’d been informed of her betrothal to
the Earl of Wilton, she could hardly believe it.
It all unfolded so quickly for she’d been married to the
Earl a month later. Then, a few weeks later, her father had
died. Peacefully, so it seemed and happy he’d been blessed to
see his daughter married. Regardless her having no family left,
Amelia never felt lonely. She’d had Arthur by her side,
comforting her through the pain of losing her father and
making her smile in her darkest days. She’d grown close to
Frederica, and, to some extent, Leonora, and she felt as if she
had a new family to lean on.
But now, with Arthur gone, the life she’d lived as
Countess of Wilton was falling through the cracks. She’d
done well living up to that role, and being in her own way
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It was a few days after the funeral when Amelia finally found
the strength to join Frederica and Leonora in the dining hall.
She didn’t believe her presence would make much of a di er
ence so when she entered the room and the conversation was
cut short, she paused. Frederica and Leonora both stared
at her.
“Forgive me,” Amelia said quickly, lowering her eyes out
of respect. “Am I interrupting?”
A moment passed before Frederica chuckled. “Are you
asking if you are disturbing us, Amelia?”
Amelia flushed and hurried to take her seat at the table.
She quickly glanced at the delicious soup before her, her
stomach growling in response, and then glanced back at the
women. “Perhaps I thought I had interrupted a private
conversation.”
“Do not fret yourself, my dear,” Frederica said waving
dismissively. “We had long since finished talking about you.”
Amelia smiled. She could always rely on Frederica to lift
her spirits. “The thought of joining you for dinner this
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lose her position and now she only had but a mere week at
her disposal to consider her a airs. What if he banished her
to the countryside? What if he told her she was none of his
concern and left her without a home? Amelia’s heart clenched
at the very thought of it.
It certainly did not help that she couldn’t particularly like
the Viscount considering what Frederica had said. He hadn’t
cared enough to attend his own brother’s funeral but he
would certainly care enough to assume the title he had left
behind. Amelia wanted to see him, if only to give him a piece
of her mind.
If only, Amelia thought to herself. No matter her feelings, she
would be forced to behave as politely and kindly as possible consid
ering she was in dire need of his favour.
“Now now, enough about Malcolm,” Leonora said inter
rupting Amelia’s thoughts. She composed herself only to
realise she’d been holding the fork in a tight grip like she
would a dagger. Take a breath, Amelia, she thought to herself.
She glanced up at Frederica and Leonora, hoping her unin
tended show of discontent had gone unnoticed. Rising herself
to the rank and standard of a highborn lady had proven to be
quite a feat and she had no intention of destroying all she had
accomplished thus far.
“Oh heavens, is there more vexing news you wish to
further bestow on us, Leonora?” Frederica asked, her voice
tinged with humour and a delicate air of uneasiness. Amelia’s
lips twitched while Leonora glowered.
“It concerns Amelia,” she stated.
Amelia sat up, her eyes filled with worry. “It concerns…
me?”
“Yes, you. You should be aware now that since your
husband, the late Earl, has died you position has changed.
You are the new Dowager Countess.”
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But no, she did no such thing. In fact, it seemed like she
obtained something o the ground; a large, green caterpillar.
“Now, how did you get here, little one?” she asked aloud.
Her voice was melodious. Until now, Malcolm felt too
stunned to move but now, now the rapture of her voice had
rooted him to the ground. “You tickled me, do you know
that? If the gardener were to see you, you would get your
head chopped o .”
She peered closer at the caterpillar, who lifted half its
body o her hand. She giggled as if the creature had just
communicated words only they could comprehend. “You are
quite bold, aren’t you? I wish I could be more like you.”
Malcolm stepped back behind the arbour the moment she
rose to her feet. She walked around the gazebo and crouched
in a leafy bush. She didn’t seem to care about the fact that her
dress was brushing against the ground. She placed the cater
pillar on a leaf and grinned. “There you go. I implore you to
seek refuge now so that you may grow to become the most
beautiful butterfly.”
Suddenly, Malcolm realised he had been skulking behind a
garden arch, watching a lady who was totally oblivious to his
presence. He quickly stepped out of hiding, cleared his
throat, and attempted to shake the oddness of his behaviour.
“I wasn’t aware larvae could understand us humans,” he
said. The lady, startled as he was, picked herself up in a frenzy
and whirled to face the voice that frightened her so. She
gasped, her grass green eyes wide as two full moons.
Her slender hand covered her mouth in surprise. When
she did so, Malcolm noticed her lips, and couldn’t help but
observe how fine and voluptuous they were. “I…I wasn’t
aware I wasn’t the only one here”.
“I would hope not,” he murmured, decreasing the
distance between them. “Otherwise, I’d be shocked to see
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“Is that so? Even when you realised that I am out here
unchaperoned?”
He blinked. He hadn’t even noticed. It had been so e ort
less; forgetting the intricacies of English etiquette when he’d
been away from the country for so long. It hadn’t even
occurred to him that she might be an unmarried lady.
“Are you close with Lady Leonora then?” he asked.
For some reason yet unknown to him, it caused him great
satisfaction seeing her sti en the way she did as a reaction to
his words . Clearly, she hadn’t expected him to ignore what
she’d just said. “Yes,” she said firmly. “We are close enough.”
“Ah. I understand now the reason you seem so comfort
able strolling around the gardens on your own.” He drew
closer, watching her as diligently as she watched him. “Or
perhaps you are the one who is lost and hesitates to admit so.
If that is the case, then I would gladly help you back to the
manor.”
“I need no help.”
“Is that so? Were you maybe hoping the caterpillar would
help direct you back?”
This time, her cheeks did turn rosy although Malcolm
knew the real reason was the anger she harboured against
him. He observed her, plainly amused, when she raised her
head and said, “I can find no reason standing here listening to
you tease me like this. If you wish to stay then so be it. I will
be taking my leave.”
Malcolm did not react or move. He watched her,
intrigued beyond words as she breezed past him. A pristine
floral scent encircled his entire being when she walked past
him, and he knew that such a divine aroma could not spring
from the rose bushes lying nearby. Without hesitation, he
followed her, mesmerised by her lovely smell and angered
steps.
When they reached the gravel path, she stopped and
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Amelia wished for the earth to swallow her whole. Only then
would she have a chance at escaping the utter horror and
embarrassment flooding her entire being. The glistening
satisfaction pictured on the eyes of this man, this frustrat
ingly handsome gentleman, was enough reason to make her
want to flee.
However, the chance of that happening was slim, the
provocative smirk adorning his face was a clear indication of
that. She stood there before him with an unnatural stillness,
struggling to assume a stance of torpor and disregard, both of
which she did not possess. She feared her talent at pretense
was quite poor when he twitched his lips, as if he knew
exactly all the workings in her head.
Leonora tugged on his arm shaking them both back to the
present. “Come,” she said sternly. “Mother has been impa
tiently anticipating your arrival. To keep her waiting is
improper.”
“I have only just arrived, Leonora, and your domineering
self is steering the wheel already.”
Leonora scowled in disbelief. “I am your older sister,
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tion. This was wrong, he knew so. She was his brother’s
widow, a lady still in mourning, and here he was about to kiss
her. He should fight against this feeling. This impulse. She
should ignore her beauty, his arousal, his attraction, and move
on with his life. He should focus on the Earldom and let her
focus on her own life.
But he couldn’t. He simply couldn’t.
Yet, before he had the chance to kiss her, she pulled away.
At the very last moment, she stepped back, shaking her head.
Malcolm mirrored her movements, regret spreading through
him.
“Forgive me ” he said but she gestured him to silence.
The once tranquil lady perfectly able to compose herself
and mask her emotions had disappeared. She seemed flus
tered and refused to meet his gaze. Instead, she gripped the
railing next to him so tightly her knuckles went white.
“No, forgive me,” she said. “I…I believe I should take my
leave.”
“Ah, yes, I ”
She gave him no chance to speak. She curtsied sloppily
before she turned her back to him and slipped out the door,
leaving him alone in the company of an ocean of thoughts.
God, I am a fool. Why on earth did I behave this way?
Agitated as he was, he poured himself another glass and
drank it all. And then he proceeded to pour yet another.
So foolish of me. She is my brother’s widow! How could I behave
in such an ungentlemanlike manner on the very same day of my
return?
He stood there for a while, scolding himself. Malcolm
wondered how he would face her come morning, knowing
what he’d almost done. She was far too graceful, far too digni
fied to accept such an abhorrent behaviour. Yes, he might
have flustered her today, but what about tomorrow? What
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would she say when she would see him and relive tonight’s
events?
The mere idea that she might opt to stay away from him
was too aversive a thought. Malcolm had already formed an
attachment to her, one that was born the very moment he’d
laid eyes on her.
“You seem to be deep in thought.”
Malcolm whirled, mortified. It was Leonora, emerging
from the darkness casted by the walls behind him. She tilted
her head at him.
“You mustn’t frighten me this way,” he told her. He darted
at the door. Did she… see them?
“I was only concerned,” she said lightly. “Something on
your mind, Malcolm?”
“Other than the fact that I must now assume a role I am
wholly unprepared for?” he asked sarcastically.
She didn’t smile, merely pouted. It was obvious she knew
more than the cared to let on; a sensation he found utterly
uncomfortable. She rested her hand on his shoulder, looking
at the whiskey. “I believe you should rest. A long day lies
ahead.”
Malcolm said nothing but she did not wait for a response
either. Before leaving she graced him with one last knowing
look of disapproval making him wonder if she might have
seen the moment he shared with Lady Wilton.
Yet… the moment they shared was hardly a moment.. She had
stopped herself. And he knew they would peacefu y coexist only if he
ensured this moment would not happen again.
Or so he told himself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
said once the evening was over. They all rose, heading
towards the door. Malcolm struggled not to look back at
Lady Wilton who had chosen to keep her distance.
“Shall we end this fine evening with a glass of whiskey, my
Lord?” the Duke suggested.
“What a fine idea, Your Grace, but you must excuse me. I
have urgent matters to attend to tomorrow, an Earl never
rests.” He said dryly, “I bid you goodnight, Your Grace. Lady
Beatrice.”
Lady Beatrice curtsied. “Perhaps we shall see you again
soon?”’
“Perhaps.” He said indi erently as he gestured to the
butler. “Now, if you would allow the butler to escort you.”
The Duke slowly gazed at Lady Wilton one last time. His
glance was ostentatious, pompous. Malcolm’s hand formed
into a fist, suddenly feeling the urge to use that fist against
the Duke. But, soon enough, he looked away. “Very well, then.
Goodbye. Beatrice, come.”
When the insu erable pair finally left, the dining hall was
plunged into silence. Then, Lady Wilton sighed heavily. “I too
will take my leave”, she said.
“The Duke and his sister seemed quite happy,” Leonora
said, ignoring Lady Wilton. “I shall invite them again should,
what say you, Malcolm?”
“I would rather eat my shoe,” Malcolm replied in a pesky
tone as he stared at Lady Wilton.
She was unaware of him, her gaze lowered to the floor.
She seemed pale.
“Oh, so dramatic,” Leonora said in such a calming, indif
ferent manner that most certainly proved she had orches
trated the entire night.
Lady Wilton curtsied. “If you would excuse me”, she
mumbled and left.
Malcolm followed her keenly.
CHAPTER NINE
Amelia could sense she was being followed but chose not to
look back. She headed straight to the drawing roo,, onto the
bar and swiftly poured herself a glass of sherry.
Leonora was most likely tailing her, eager to discuss with
her about this evening’s events. Then again, how could she
have possibly not notice the profound uneasiness that so
obviously troubled her?
However, her instincts knew the person following her
wasn’t Leonora.
“Would you fancy a glass?” she asked him, holding up her
sherry.
He slowly looked at her hand, then her. Eventually, he
shook his head.
She shrugged and faced the window. The night was dark
but she needn’t see much for her mind was worlds away.
Amelia paid heed to his movements. She heard the
clinking sound of the decanter pouring whiskey into the glass.
Then, silence. A few moments later, she heard his footsteps
approaching her, finally reaching her. Malcolm was now next
to her.
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should remarry, start her life anew. Her abidance here would
prevent this from happening.”
Malcolm narrowed his eyes. “For a moment there, it
almost sounded as if you had her true best interests at heart.”
“Yes, yes.” She waved her hand dismissively. “And she
should stay here no more. An unwanted guest is a burden.”
Malcolm’s battle to suppress the anger surging from
within him was straining. He chose his own words carefully.
“Believe what you wish, Leonora, but I warn you; you should
leave me and Lady Wilton alone. Should she wish to marry, I
am certain she would be perfectly able to find a husband
without your meddling.”
Leonora pouted. “Miss Beatrice is amiable, Malcolm. And
quite taken with you.”
“Beauty means nothing before such arrogance. I will not
be shackled to a woman like her.”
“What is it you wish to do then? Not marry at all?”
“Whatever it is I wish, you shall respect it.”
Leonora stood there in disbelief yet strangely amused, as
if challenged to a wager. “Is that all you wish to say to me?”
she asked.
“For now.” He said decidedly wishing to assert his domi
nance, ensuring his sister would not misbehave once again.
“Very well, I shall heed you”, she said in a rather uncon
vincing tone.
“Now, if you will excuse me,” he said. “I shall take my
leave.”
“Goodnight, then.” Leonora turned her back to him.
Malcolm left, feeling a little uneasy. He’d stated clearly he
would not marry Lady Beatrice. Yet he felt Leonora’s plans
had hardly been exposed.
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with her cakes and scones. It did not matter though because
he couldn’t leave her. He wouldn’t.
Malcolm then cleared his throat mustering as much
courage as he possibly could when he said, “About last
night…”
“Last night?” Lady Wilton looked at him curiously. “Some
thing happened?”
He blinked. “I…well, yes.”
“Oh?” She said and blinked in a bemusing manner.
Or rather, she was merely pretending. He could tell her
discomfort by the manner she carried herself, should couldn’t
fool him. No doubt she wanted to leave it all behind her.
Malcolm needed to discuss this with her. The sudden real
isation, the way she stole her breath. He needed to communi
cate his desire to kiss her and that should another
opportunity arise, he would not let it slip away. He had to
know whether she too felt this ecstatic tension between
them, the way they were drawn to one another. Malcolm
wanted to know whether she shared the feelings he did.
Her reluctance to acknowledge their almost kiss was probably a
response on its own, he thought to himself.
“Ah,” she then said, “well, if your indirect question was in
reference to our discussion, you should know I am very
grateful to Leonora for caring even though her methods are
rather questionable.”
“Questionable? You’re very kind.”
A fleeting smile formed across her face. Malcolm’s chest
warmed at the mere sight. “Probably. In truth, I do need to
marry. And you should as well. And then I shall move on to
another gentleman who will take care of me.”
Her words lacked the conviction needed for him to
believe her. He watched the way she brushed the crumbs o
her finger, how gently she sipped o her teacup. She was
beautiful in all of her movement, from the way she reclined
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her head and looked out the window, to the way her eyes
beamed as she looked at her food.
In addition to all these striking details, something entirely
di erent called to him. Whatever laid underneath her lady
like exterior was the very bane of his existence. He noticed
when she had taken the caterpillar in the garden or how
ardently she disregarded whether the grass would smear her
dress. And when she’d drunk the sherry last night, with her
eyes growing distant.
It had been this intoxicating potion of beauty and
mystery that had enraptured him so and rendered it so di
cult for him to accept the possibility of her leaving. So he
said, “Lady Wilton, would you like to take a turn with me in
the gardens?”
She seemed surprised. “Oh. That would be lovely, My
Lord. Is there something you wish to speak to me about?”
Malcolm shook his head. “Perhaps I only wish to enjoy
your company before I am forced to resume my tedious
duties.”
She smiled again and gestured him to lead the way.
Walking next to her flooded his head with words he wish to
say and deeds he desired to act on. He wished to take her
hand in his, speak to her of her beauty, unfold his heart
before her, confessing the love within.
They walked along a shaded path. She wore no bonnet
hence the occasional rays of sunlight entangled in her hair
would cast an entrancing shade of gold on her luscious
mane.
“It has been made clear to me you worry about your
future”, he said, “long prior to my arrival”.
“Indeed, my Lord.”
“I gather your position is delicate, however, I wouldn’t
wish for you to feel compelled to leave. You are Arthur’s
widow and this is your house too.”
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“Very well, then,” she said. “I shall keep that in mind”, she
added as her eyes beamed.
“Ah, the art of learning, My Lady”. He was amazed at his
capability to maintain his verbal coherence considering her
e ect on him.
He watched her beautiful green eyes slide away. “My, I… I
cannot remember when I laughed last.”
“Did Arthur make you laugh?” he heard himself ask.
Perhaps their marriage had been loveless. The mere thought
pleased him.
She nodded. “He did, yes. But… unlike that.”
Then, she looked at him a feature lying behind her
glance he was unable to decipher. He tried not to. Suddenly,
he had been made aware of their proximity.
“Lady Wilton, I feel I must apologise for ”
He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence before she
kissed him.
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Was this but a mere dream? She could feel her arms engulfing
his neck, her lips on his lips. No, this wasn’t a dream.
Malcolm was taken aback by her unexpected valour but his
body surrendered to her inviting touch.
His hands journeyed down her waist as he leaned into the
kiss, the tension in his limbs easing. Malcolm wondered if she
could feel the pounding of his heart because he surely felt
hers as they beat as one.
His lips were soft, as hers were gentle upon his. And like
an awakening long overdue, she realised what she’d wanted
since that night on the terrace.
Him.
Malcolm growled as he drew her closer to his body, deep
ening their kiss. The sound of him maddened her. His sturdy
chest pressing against her breasts set her lust afire. She was
eager she needed more but she wanted to breathe him in so
she slowed her passionate attack as she touched his tongue
with hers.
She curled her fingers in his hair, her tongue meeting his,
lost in a fervour of ever growing heat. They stood by the
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the note nestled inside her stocking. The butler had handed
it to her moments prior to Leonora’s arrival. It had been from
Malcolm and her skin had been burning to read it ever since
she touched it. Only a few hours had passed since their kiss.
She opened the letter impatiently.
Lovely Amelia,
Everywhere I look, I see your face reminding me of our kiss
your intoxicating lips. You occupy my mind and dominate my
thoughts.
I burn for the moment I sha lay my eyes on you again.
Perhaps, this time, we could share that glass of whiskey.
Lovingly,
Malcolm.
Amelia’s face was a beacon of light. She rushed to the
desk and wrote her response.
Malcolm,
I sha happily share a glass of whiskey with you, albeit sherry is
my drink of preference.
Your letter awakens an anticipation in me the likes of which I
have never felt.
Forgive my saying so but I revel in the fact you think of me for I
think of you too. Incessantly,
I wish you we . I wish you were here.
Amelia.
She swiftly folded the letter and handed it to the butler.
Her face was beaming with joi. Time would pass slowly and
excruciatingly until the moment she’d see him again.
CHAPTER TWELVE
emerald of her eyes. But even so, he could see through them.
The surprise, the pleasure, the shyness. Her ivory skin
glowed under the starlight and he reached out, wanting to
touch her.
“We are not safe here,” she said, her voice a hushed
whisper as their fingers curled around each other’s.
“I know.” He whispered, looking at her in drunken plea
sure. Leonora’s words had impacted him. Amelia was the
apple he wasn’t allowed to taste. “A few moments longer”, he
murmured hazily.
“Pleasing you is an easy task, I see,” she teased.
He smiled fleetingly. Then, knowing she was right, he let
her go. “How was your day?” he asked.
“Uneventful,” she answered honestly. He moved next to
her, facing the manor. She turned and looked at him. “And
your tedious meetings?”
“Mind numbing,” he said, and she giggled. Music to his
hears. “All I hoped for was to see you again.”
“I can see you take no pleasure in the Earldom,” she
pointed out.
He looked at her and nodded.“There are a million things
on this earth I would rather do than this,” he sighed bitterly.
“Like the position you were forced to abandon?” she
asked.
Malcolm nodded. The wound was sore still. He cursed at
the cruelty of fate for taking Arthur away, for forcing him to
return.
However, he knew that had he stayed in Scotland, he
never would have met her.
“Talk to me,” she urged, her voice barely a whisper.
“My interest in medicine was born when, as a child, as I
read the works of Edward Jenner. I used to hide in the library
with this book on my lap and my poor governess would
search for me across the manor.”
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“Amelia!”
She recognised his voice immediately but didn’t look up.
“I have been searching all over for you,” Malcolm said breath
lessly his voice beautiful, worried. “I feared you’d returned
to the ball.”
She couldn’t speak.
His scent invaded her lungs as he leaned to the side his
hands rested on her shoulders. “Are you all right?” he looked
deeply into her eyes.
Amelia mustered the strength to look at him. He was
surprised to see her cry. What a beautiful, striking man, she
thought. Her heart ached.
“Amelia?”
All of a sudden, she stood up her legs still numb. “Is it
true?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Is what true?” His confusion was palpable. He eached out
to her but she pulled away.
“Did you kiss her?” Amelia stared into his eyes trying to
find the truth in them, trying to find a beacon out of the
darkness.
The moment he lowered his gaze, she knew. He looked
back at her, shaking his head. “It is not ”
But Amelia had no intention to stand before him and
watch him lie to her. Instead, she dashed to the manor, and
run to the safety of her bed. A lump formed in her throat, the
sadness was overwhelming.
Yet she knew, her broken heart would not be mended by
tears.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Amelia sunk into her bed wishing she could dissolve into it.
She looked out the window and onto the clouds envying their
freedom. The maid had been moving about the room silently
lighting a fire for her, folding her morning dress. Amelia
would never be able to leave this room.
She could tell the maid she was ill, that she would prefer
to be alone until she recovered. Or, maybe she shouldn’t have
to excuse herself, she should be free to act as she pleased.
Amelia was aware she wouldn’t be able to hide from him
forever. She would have to face him.
A war brewed inside of her. She desired to see him
desperately. But she also wanted nothing more than to
distance herself from him.
“My Lady?”
Amelia looked at the maid poor girl, she seemed
nervous. Amelia smiled hoping it would appease her. “Have I
taken up too much of your time?” She asked. “Forgive me”.
The maid smiled hesitantly while Amelia walked to the
dressing table and looked herself in the mirror. She sat down
and let the girl comb through her hair.
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For the next hour, Amelia and the maid sat in silence,
while she helped her prepare herself for the day, Amelia
listened to the crackle of the fire, the maid’s soft breathing
and tried to compose herself. Three days had passed since
that horrible evening and Amelia dreaded seeing Malcolm
again.
All Amelia could do was keep herself from crying. And
even now, she felt incapable of forgetting the pain and the
hurt. The shame.
She wasn’t ready to face Malcolm yet, however, she
refused to cower in the family’s presence. So she requested
her breakfast be brought up to Frederica’s bedchamber.
As Amelia entered her room, Frederica was awake. Her
face beamed, “Amelia! Finally!” she said relieved.
“Were you expecting me?”
“You are but three days late, my dear.”
“Had I known you wished to see me, I would have come,”
Amelia said as she sat by a chair next to her bed.
“I didn’t want to bother you, my dear.”
Amelia’s heart warmed. Seeing Frederica’s face had chased
some of her darkness away. She had come to feel as a mother
to her and all she desired at the moment was to seek a moth
er’s comfort.
Frederica glanced at her as if reading her mind.
“Is something the matter?” she asked, swinging the tray of
food resting on her lap as she leaned towards Amelia. “You
seem distressed. And…have you been crying?”
Amelia couldn’t possibly tell her the truth. She couldn’t
admit she’d come to love her son, and that maybe he loved
her too. She couldn’t tell her he’d kissed another woman, and
how that shattered her dreams and heart.
She felt a lump form in her throat, tears welling up in her
eyes. She could barely keep herself composed. “I have,” she
admitted, she could disclose that much.
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“No, Leonora.”
“Bee in your bonnet?”
“No”, she said plainly. Amelia was forced to lie for
Leonora knew more than she let on. She had to remain strong
before her eyes. She couldn’t reveal she consisted of an ocean
of cracked pieces fragments of her soul.
“Very well, then. I wished to tell you Malcolm should
propose to Miss Beatrice. I’m planning on it.”
The floor nearly gave way beneath her. Amelia vanished
into the ache su ocating her heart fighting against her own
self, keeping her pieces together. Leonora must not see her
fall. She could picture the pleasure in Leonora’s eyes how
she’d revel in her demise. Amelia needed to remain calm for
fear she’d run to the one person she should be avoiding:
Malcolm.
So many questions formed in her head. Why are you te ing
me this? Why are you doing this to him? Does he wish to be married?
Did he choose Beatrice?
But she only asked one. “Why do you tell me this?”
“Because once they’re married, you’d have to leave here. It
should happen within a matter of few months.” Amelia was
silent. No words could ever express her feelings. She was
barely aware of her own body walking down the stairs and
towards the library.
“Amelia, remind me, dear I have told you all about the
ball, haven’t I?” Leonora kept twisting her knife in Amelia’s
heart. “Ah, what a passionate kiss that was. I doubt Malcolm
would be opposed to proposing. Yet, he does tend to feel
easily bored and once his interest is lost he hops onto the
next best thing.”
She could almost feel the knife in her chest.
What a cruel, horrible woman, Amelia thought. She
certainly needed no reminding yet she chose to torment her
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yet again. She had the same cunning look in her eyes as that
night at the ball. Why did she hate Amelia so much?
And then Malcolm. He never denied the kiss. He never
sought after her either.
“Much luck to you, Leonora,” Amelia said when she felt
calm enough. “Lord Wilton certainly is a stubborn man.”
“I’m sure you are well aware.”
“But,” Amelia went on ignoring her remark. She needed
to think about her future now. “Must I truly return to my
family home?”
“Well, there is one other option.” They were nearing the
library now but Leonora ceased her walking, Amelia
following suit. “You could o er your sincerest apologies to
the Duke and accept his proposal.”
“I will do no such thing,” Amelia said vehemently. Perhaps
she could entertain the possibility of apologising to him but
never accepting his hand in marriage.
Leonora shrugged. “Very well, then. Either way, you can
stay here no longer.”
And with these words, she walked away and into the
library. Amelia’s fingers curled into a fist. No doubt Leonora
would now be planning to bring her evil scheme to life.
Amelia bit her lip, unable to move.
When she finally turned, she saw Malcolm.
He was standing at the other end of the hallway, his
expression tortured. He too had his hands in fists and, even
from the distance, she could see his lips tense. Amelia’s heart
thudded.
He was so close. He was merely but a few steps away
close enough to reach out and touch him, for his scent to
engulf her, to hear his voice. It was in that moment, the
image of him kissing her sprouted in her head. She used that
as fuel for her departure.
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Watching her walk away from him killed him. His breathing
was haggard, words stuck in his throat. She was angry, sad,
disappointed. The part that pained him so was that she chose
to believe his sister. He chose to lose faith in him.
He tossed the sherry to the back of his throat. He didn’t
quite like it but it reminded him of Amelia. Sweet like a life
time of happiness by her side. And bitter as the fact his life
had been hanging by memories.
A gentle knock on the door. “My Lord.” Malcolm sat up as
his heart pounded. The butler appeared through the door.
“Yes?”
“Miss Leonora would like to know if you’d have dinner
with her.”
Hearing her name brought back that volcanic anger that
dwelled in him the past few days. “I will do no such thing.”
He replied.
“Very well, My Lord.” Said the butler and left.
He’d been avoiding her with a passion. To think, his own
sister would paint him as a rake an unworthy man with no
honour by twisting the truth and shaping it as she wished.
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This kiss was unlike any other. This was one filled with
desolation, with the need to bring her back to him. He pulled
her to his body, needing to have her there, needing to at least
feel her against his body in case she pulled away.
But she didn’t. She relaxed. Her lips softened. And to his
relief, she kissed him back.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
She caressed both his cheeks, gazing into his eyes. Surpris
ingly, she didn’t need much courage to say, “I want you to
make love to me.”
Watching his face go numb with surprise had been a plea
sure like no other. “You want…”
“Yes,” she nodded. “I want you to make love to me. And I
want you to be very gentle with me. And when we are done, I
will tell you why.”
His brows creased. She could almost see the workings in
his mind, trying to fathom her words the meaning behind
them. But she wouldn’t disclose her secret until they were
finished. If he were to accept, that is.
“Will you?” she asked.
“Of course.” Air rushed out of him as he kissed her on her
on her cheek. Again, and again. All over her face until he
reached her lips. “I will do anything you ask of me.”
She smiled their lips touching. She clung to him, trying
to persuade herself the quiet longing she’d carried all this
time would be fulfilled. Once upon a time, she would never
admit to herself that she yearned for such emotions, she’d
been so grateful for everything Arthur had given her. For her
to yearn for more, would feel like a betrayal to his trust.
But with Malcolm… everything was possible. Love, she
found, could elevate you to the heavens.
Much like the way his lips on her neck elevated her at that
very moment. He nipped gently on her delicate skin she felt
paralysed in his embrace. He took her in his arms, running his
tongue along the base of her throat all the way up to her ear.
She shuddered and could feel his smile.
Suddenly, Malcolm scooped her into his arms. Amelia
gasped. Gazing into her eyes, he brought her over to the bed
and gently laid her down. Then, he kissed her cheeks, her
forehead, her nose, her lips and then he rose.
Amelia had a feeling about what would come next.
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She would see him naked. His eyes were pierced on her
face, she felt the space between her legs melt.
Slowly, he started undressing himself. Hi waistcoat, hist
shirt, his cravat cascaded on the ground revealing the strong
chest underneath. She wanted to touch it, run her fingers
through the curls of black hair nestled on his torso. She
stopped breathing when he proceeded to remove his trousers.
His length, free from its chains, appeared before her. Amelia
panted. And gasped.
She could feel a change happening to her body. It felt
almost like a shiver urging her to open her body to the sensa
tion rather than curling to herself. Could this be longing? Of
course it was. Desire so erotic unlike anything she’d ever
dreamed of. His length was impressive enough to fill her with
both eagerness and trepidation.
“Don’t worry.” He took her hand, bringing her to stand on
her unsteady legs. “I will be gentle.” He said softly.
She nodded. Her mind was utterly blank. She knew not
how to react, what it is she should do. Malcolm, as if reading
her mind, took charge. He started undressing her tenderly
until her dress pooled at her feet.
Amelia felt exposed. Hungry. She was wearing but her
petticoat and his heated gaze travelling down her body drove
her mad with desire.
Malcolm bent and grabbed the hem of her petticoat,
pulling it over her head. The hairs on her skin prickled, her
nipples hardened at the cold air. His eyes devoured the full
ness of her breasts and when he touched them gently, as if
they were delicate she shivered.
All of a sudden, his mouth met his in a frenzy in
hungry despair. He could hold back no longer. There was
naught but blazing heat between their naked bodies. Tender
ness had been replaced with voraciousness, with fire, with
raw yearning. He was about to do to her all that he ever
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wished, he would sin for her. Still kissing her, he pushed her
on the bed.
Amelia laid on her back, not breaking the kiss. She held
to him for dear life, and he held on to her as if he would die
without her. When stopped kissing her, a smile spread across
her face, waiting for the comforting feel of his lips on her
neck.
But Malcolm’s intentions had changed. They captured her
nipple instead.
Amelia writhed in pleasure. He didn’t stop. He had placed
one hand on her stomach as she quaked beneath him,
ungovernable pleasure coursing through her body. His other
hand travelled down her stomach, towards the centre of her
being. A place nobody had ever touched. Amelia’s heart was
beating to the way he made her feel.
A finger brushed against her sensitive core and she almost
screamed. It was slick enough for him to slide his fingers
across it, ready enough for him to gently press against its
opening. Amelia was drowning in tempestuous desire, in
emotions still unknown to her emotions and sensations she
could hardly fathom her willingly surrendered herself to. She
was frenziedly gripping the sheets and covering her mouth so
as to mu e the explosive pants working their way up her
throat.
He never ceased twirling his finger, never ceased sucking
on her breasts, he merely tortured her in grandest of ways
until tears were squeezing past her eyelids. She stared at him,
at the ceiling, at the heavens hardly believing such a bliss
existed.
And as she was flying with lust, he stopped. She squeaked
in protest. He grinned in response. She only watched as he
hovered above her, his impressive erection resting on her
thigh. Her eyes were fixated on it.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said tenderly, his voice thick.
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must marry someone else she must leave! This is not the
way.”
“This is not your way.” He snapped at her.
“My Lord…” Amelia wished to speak but Malcolm shook
his head at her. Only he would face his sister.
“I truly hope you can find it in you to be happy for us,
Leonora.” Malcolm eased his voice in hopes she would soften
too. “It would make me most happy if you were at our
wedding.”
Leonora stared at him and then stared at their mother.
“Surely you cannot agree with such an abhorrent decision?”
Again, Malcolm spoke before anyone else could have a say.
“Her disagreement would never alter my decision.”
“I cannot have this, I cannot watch you destroy your life,”
Leonora said fiercely. “You are the Earl of Wilton. This is your
future and, as your sister, I shall prevent this from
happening.”
“Are you?”
She jerked, her eyes narrowing to slits. “Pardon?”
“Are you truly? My sister?”
Malcolm watched her grow pale, her eyes shifting to Fred
erica. It was time for him to reveal what he’d overheard the
other night outside Frederica’s room. “I overheard you and
Mother talking. About me, about my future. And you,
Leonora, were so adamant about my union to Miss Beatrice
because it would secure both our futures.”
“I cannot see the meaning in any of this.” She said in a
rather unconvincing tone.
“Mother told you she was the one who raised me and
knew I would not react well to such behaviours. To which
you responded, by boldly declaring, that even though she was
the one who raised me, you were the one who gave birth
to me.”
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naming her list when, not longer after, Malcolm sealed it with
a kiss.
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
Three Years Later
Crying. The sound of crying had awoken her. Her eyes agape,
she sat at the foot of the bed. She was yet to decipher the
meaning of those tears but she certainly knew the source.
That knowledge bestirred her out of the bed and made her
walk out of the room.
Amelia couldn’t see much on her way. She could barely
move. She placed a hand on her back, feeling that familiar
pain slice its way up her spine. She gritted her teeth and
coursed through the darkness, each step bringing her close to
the crying.
A maid was in the room. She was cooing the child in
hopes of calming her but Amelia knew all this was in vain.
Nothing would calm baby Nerissa when she was distressed,
other than the comfort from her mother or father. Amelia
laid a hand on the maid’s shoulder and she sighed, taking a
step back.
“You certainly possess a special talent, Nerissa,” Amelia
whispered as she scooped the child into her arms. She nestled
Nerissa’s body onto her hip as she moved over to the chair by
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