Free His Discarded Bride: Lied to from birth. Manipulated into marriage. Does love stand a chance? by Melita Joy Page A

times and remember even if she can’t hear the rest of the staff can. I will not have her made a laughing stock in her home.” He swiftly turned the topic to business and avoided giving any thought to why he suddenly felt the need to defend Leilani.
    He noticed her hovering near the doorway and immediately felt exasperated. “Leilani, come take a seat,” his tone was harsher than he meant and she awkwardly pulled out a chair. “This is Camilla my, ah personal assistant,” he hesitated over her job description as he fully took in Leilani’s outfit. Some of the village grandmothers appeared more enticing than she did at this moment.
    The two ladies greeted each other, and Renato stood to take his leave. “Ladies, I’ll leave you to it. Camilla, have her ready and presented to me an hour before the start of the ball. I’ll need time to brief my fiancée on some of the guests and expectations for the evening.” In a show of unity that he thought necessary he kissed his wife on the mouth and exited the room leaving his wife gaping and then blushing furiously.
     
    Leilani’s nerves were stretched thin, and she was not getting any warm, friendly signs to appease her feelings from Camilla. As soon as she’d finished her breakfast Camilla frog-marched her to the car where she fired off instructions in Italian to the driver. “We have a busy day today if we are to make you presentable for the ball tonight. I have booked you in with the best hair and beauty technicians in Rome.”
    “We are going to Rome?” Leilani felt her first sign of hope.
    “Of course! Have you been to the village shops?” Camilla sniffed disdainfully. “They might be okay for the locals, but you are marrying a Favalli so of course the local beauty parlour is out of the question.
    “Of course,” Leilani concurred even though she would have been perfectly happy to support the locals. To drive two hours just to get her hair done seemed quite outrageous. Since she was going to be stuck with the immaculate Camilla all day she attempted some small talk. “Have you worked for Renato a long time?”
    “Renato and I have been working together for what seems like forever and we are very close. I’m not sure what he’d do without me. Not that he’d ever need to be without me, of course,” she smirked.
    So much for small talk, if she wasn’t mistaken Camilla was staking a claim on her future husband. Instead of allowing idle chit chat Camilla whipped out her phone and stated that she needed to make a call to Renato and proceeded to converse in Italian ensuring her exclusion. Maybe it was just her overactive imagination and really what should she care. She didn’t even really like her future husband. He had railroaded into this marriage; however if she was going to see the marriage through then, she certainly wasn’t going to tolerate infidelity.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
    “You were supposed to stay with her the entire day Camilla. Where the hell is she?”
    “Relax Renato. I left her in good hands. Surely your wife doesn’t need a babysitter?” Camilla had made the necessary arrangements and when Leilani insisted that Camilla need not stick around for the entire day, well Camilla saw no reason to argue the point. The woman was a dead bore, and any other task she had would be preferable to sticking around with Leilani.
    “I will relax when my fiancée returns. For god’s sake, she is a foreigner in a strange country who has already been hounded by the media. What on earth possessed you to leave her side?” Renato paced the floor phone in hand. The one thing he hadn’t thought of was to give her a phone.
    “Stop worrying the driver is with her. I’ll contact him and check on their whereabouts,” Camilla pulled out her phone and made contact with the driver. Camilla didn’t need to speak him for reassurance. A bit of light flirting with the driver and he had been putty in her hands. She’d asked him to contact