A grimace contorted Ethan’s handsome face, revealing the pain he was in. He felt battered and bruised as if he had been in a fight. However, he had just come from a wedding; a happy wedding where the bride was the most stunning and brilliant woman he had ever met.

Sophia; the one who was perfect for me. His azure eyes filled with tears as he removed his blood-red tie and his tailored suit. With infinite patience, untypical for him, he put his clothes on the settee in his dressing room and looked around at the beautiful master bedroom of his castle. Even though the recent refurbishment had altered it drastically the room was still haunted by the presence of his one and only love.

In the painting on the ceiling, a chubby cupid shot arrows at an enamored couple and mocked him. What am I supposed to do now?

He passed the mirror without looking at his reflection. He knew that he was depressed and that he should seek counseling but he had hated psychologists and psychiatrists since he was a teenager.

They wanted to know things he was not prepared to face or acknowledge. They probed, asked many questions, and underestimated his intelligence and ability to cope with his problems.

Ethan had learned to compartmentalize and would run to a dark, warm room he had created in his mind when the hurt and pain were too great to bear.

A dark, warm room where he was loved; where he could be himself and do whatever he wanted, without being criticized or chastened; where no one could touch and hurt him.

Ethan sat on the edge of the bed and threw both hands in his sun-kissed hair, resting his forehead on his hands. He was feeling much more than depressed.

He was feeling utterly dejected and abandoned. It was difficult to run from the memories of the woman he loved. Almost impossible. It was making him insane. I need to let her go and move on.

The memories were haunting him. Even in his private dark, warm room.

Day and night.

Night and day.

Warm fingertips touched his back and he breathed sharply. No. I don’t need this.

He turned to look at the beautiful face of the woman in the bed. He was aware she was not named Sophia, but he had never asked her name and he didn’t want to know.

“Is everything all right?” she asked.

He didn’t answer, remaining immersed in his dark thoughts for a long time. She shouldn’t exist.

“Ethan? Is everything all right?”

No. It’s not. As he stood up and walked to the bathroom, he answered, “As ever.” Life shall return to normal again.

On the bed, Barbara shuddered as an icy tone coated Ethan’s rich baritone voice and the bathroom door closed with a loud bang.

Ethan’s rage spiked when he saw a bottle of Sublime Vanille on the bathroom counter.

She was my chance for redemption. He grabbed the perfume bottle and hurled it at the wall. And I threw my chance away.

The beautifully crafted crystal bottle smashed into tiny little pieces and the smell that was so like her spread through the room, almost choking him.

Now, I’m damned to waste away. Alone. The futility of all his acts brought him to his knees as tears watered his azure eyes. Defeated, he lowered his head on his knees. How am I supposed to go on living without her?

* * *

My beloved husband. My overbearing Highlander.

Sophia smiled at herself as she took off her jewels and then her makeup. She undid her braid and bun, brushed her long hair and moved to the bedroom to wait for Alistair to finish his shower.

She sat on the sofa, thinking about their wedding and her handsome husband dressed in his traditional Scottish wear. Hot, hot, hot.

After a few seconds, she relaxed and rested sideways on silk cushions. She snuggled a cushion to her face, promising not to sleep but her eyes closed in slumber, despite her intention.

When Alistair entered the room an endearing smile opened on his face. His forest-green gaze roved over the rosy face of the woman who made him the happiest man in the world. Sophia.

He looked at her slightly parted lips and her rising and falling breasts. She was deeply asleep, still wearing her delicate and tempting wedding dress.

My wife. My beauty.

My beautiful wife.

Mo chridhe, mo gràdh, mo beatha.

Mine. He knelt next to her and pushed her long hair aside, unable to resist the temptation to run his finger over the creamy skin along her spine in a feathered caress. Soft, smooth. Delicious.

Hmm. That’s nice. Sophia stirred and stretched. Don’t stop.

But as the caress paused, she opened her honeyed eyes and looked up at him, confused for a moment. I was dreaming of you.

He laughed. “Is your husband so boring that you sleep on your wedding night?”

You? She smiled sensuously and whispered, “Never. I just couldn’t undo these maddening buttons.”

He helped her take off the dress and picked her up in his arms, carrying her to their bed.

As he bent down to kiss her gently on the lips, he asked, “Have I told you I love you?”

“An hour ago, I think,” she smiled, “but I won’t mind hearing you say it every hour. For the rest of our lives.”

“Every hour?” He tsked and shook his head at her. “Demanding, aren’t you, Marchioness?”

Wait and see. She took his face in her hands and whispered on his lips, “Yes, my lord Marquis. Let me show you how much.”

* * *

Some lessons are best learned with love. Alistair smiled as he changed the saying. Propping himself on one elbow, he admired the sleeping woman in his bed. Mine.

He had known betrayal.

He had known pain.

But from the very first day he had met her, all he had known was love and happiness.

He didn’t resist the temptation and bent to kiss her soft lips. All mine.

“Mmmm,” Sophia moaned, stretching on the bed, her lips curling up.

She had lost so much.

She had been hurt so deeply.

Since he had entered her life, he’d given her all the missing pieces of her broken heart and shown her a new path.

A new path for them to trail together.

She opened her hazel eyes and gazed into his forest-green ones. “Good morning, husband of mine.”

All yours. “Good morning, my wife,” he answered, and his smile grew impossibly large. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of your new title. My. Wife.”

Nor will I tire of hearing you say it. She happily smiled back at him. “I do hope not.”

“I love you,” he whispered on her lips.

And before he kissed her, she whispered back, “I love you.”

* * *

“Promise me you’ll be a good girl and that you’ll obey your aunts and Alice.” Sophia gave Gabriela a tight hug and glanced up into Alistair’s eyes over her little daughter’s shoulder. I cannot cry. She won’t understand.

Don’t cry! He stared back and shook his head lightly. Taking Gabriela from her arms, he tossed her up in the air, her silky blonde hair flying around her pretty face and her giggles filling the morning air. When he caught her again, he smiled broadly and said mischievously, “So, Fairy, you don’t obey those aunts of yours.” Gabriela grinned at that. “Ask Alice before you jump in the loch or go searching for elves and goblins. You might fall into a hole or get lost in the woods.”

She bobbed her head, flung her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheeks. “Right, Daddy. I promise.”

Valentina and Victoria approached.

Before he put Gabriela on the ground, he said to Sophia’s beautiful sisters, “And you two spitfires behave, too. Don’t get your niece involved in any mischief.”

“I won’t let them.” Alice put her hands on the twin sisters’ shoulders as Valentina grabbed one of Gabriela’s hands and Victoria the other. “But we are going to have fun, aren’t we? I’ll take them to Richmond, Galewick, and Craigdale. We have a full schedule.”

“Alice,” Alistair tutted, standing up and putting his arm around Sophia’s waist, “you don’t know what you are getting yourself into.”

“We promise,” Victoria smiled sweetly at Leonard, and Valentina finished, wiggling her brows at Lachlann, “not to burn down any of the castles.”

“Christ!” Alistair smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand as everyone laughed.

But their jest didn’t make Sophia grin. She swallowed and gave them a strained smile. “Have fun, girls.”

Tavish, seeing Sophia’s eyes fill with tears, elbowed Alistair, motioning with his chin to the plane and kissing her on the cheek. “Enjoy your honeymoon, Sophia.”

She nodded. She greeted Felipe, her brother and best friend, giving him a tight hug. Looking inside the eyes that were so like hers, she whispered, “Promise me you will talk to her often. And if anything happens—”

“Sis, don’t worry. Nothing will happen. She’ll be so pampered that when you arrive you won’t even recognize your own child,” he answered quietly but firmly. He drew her in his arms as he always did since she was a baby. She had always been his favorite sister. She put her head on his chest for a moment before he stepped back and winked at her, making the scar on his forehead more pronounced. “Go. You will see things that will amaze you. And you’ll sweat as much as in the Rio summer.”

“Oh, didn’t you know, Felipe? Sophia doesn’t get cold or hot,” Alistair said, gently holding her hand. That drew a small genuine smile from her. “Come on, Beauty. She’ll be all right.”

“I know.” She gave another kiss on Gabriela’s cheek and received one of her daughter’s neck-breaking hugs.

Alistair could feel she was about to crumble. He tugged at her and towed her toward the stairs.

“Bye-bye, Mama. Bye,” Gabriela shouted, already being swung to and fro by her twin aunts.

At the top of the stairs, Sophia turned. A huge lump in her throat stopped her from answering. She drew a heart in the air with her fingers, blew a kiss and waved goodbye. Entering the plane, she sat silently on the sofa, looking out by the window. She felt Alistair’s big, warm body next to hers but she didn’t look at him. Don’t be silly, Sophia. Nothing will happen to her.

Oh, my love. Alistair sighed inward. He knew that Sophia was torn between the desire of staying with her daughter and of going with him on their trip to Asia. Her teeth were pressed firmly on her bottom lip as if they could control her emotions. He fastened his seatbelt and scooted next to her as much as he could. His arm draped over her shoulders and he squeezed lightly but her eyes were fixed on Gabriela, who was smiling and waving.

Sophia reasoned with herself that Alistair’s family would take care of her very well and that her twin sisters would distract her even more as Gabriela loved her younger aunts. She blinked to whisk away the wetness from her eyes, but a silent tear made its way slowly down her face, as everyone moved away from the plane, waving. She didn’t move until the G650 took off and she could see them no more as the fluffy clouds enveloped the plane.

Oh, Sophia, what he is going to think? She turned to Alistair and breathed, “Sorry. It’s just—”

I understand. I know it’s hard for you, mo chridhe. “Next time, we will take her with us, all right?”

“All right.” She nodded, inhaling a deep breath and brushing the tear away. “Stupid of me, I know.” Silly woman. This is your honeymoon.

Don’t cry. I can’t take it. “She’ll be okay. Your crazy sisters and Ariadne will help Alice keep her distracted. Come on. You’re breaking my heart,” he pleaded, and wrapped his arms around her. Confuse her. He sighed deeply and said with a resigned face, “Very well, Sophia, so be it. MacDouglas, please.”

So be what? She stared at him, baffled by his puzzling sentence.

The attendant, who was seated close to the cockpit, instantly rose. “Yes, Mr. MacCraig?”

Laughing inwardly, he seriously asked, “Could you please inform Muir that we are heading back to Airgead?”

“NO!” she shouted and then composed herself. “No, no. MacDouglas, could you please bring me a glass of water? I’ll be okay in a minute.”

The slight smile on MacDouglas’s lips made Sophia look up at Alistair’s face.

Oh! “You never intended to turn back,” she said, without knowing if she should be angry or happy with the handsome man that was looking at her with so much love and gentleness in his eyes.

You don’t know the power you hold over me, do you? He stared at her, taking in her smooth skin, her straight nose and full lips, until he drowned himself in her transparent light honey-colored eyes. “For you, Sophia, I would have.”

* * *

It was pitch dark and icy cold.

Barbara tried to grab the branch of a tree but her hand only brushed it and she fell and fell.

Gnarled tree fingers ripped her dress and slashed her skin.

She looked up as her body weight took her even deeper into the abyss.

On the edge of the mountain, Sophia was smirking down at her.

“Ethan, please!” Barbara screamed, her hand outstretched, begging for his help.

For any help.

With his arm around Sophia’s shoulders, Ethan didn’t even blink as he watched Barbara fall to her death.

* * *

“No.” The garbled whisper left Barbara’s mouth as she sat up startled and drenched in sweat. She heaved a great breath of relief, realizing that it was only a nightmare.

She looked around the dimly-lit room and noticed that Ethan was not in bed anymore.

A few minutes later, she walked to the bathroom and paused at the opened door, admiring Ethan’s fit body in the shower.

He had lost weight, but was still a hunk.

The water beat on his broad shoulders and sluiced down to his tapered waist, lean stomach, manhood and strong legs.

His moist tanned skin glistening with water, liquid soap, and bubbles, made her mouth water; her hands twitched and her heart quickened. Barbara had always had a thing for men showering. It turned her on as nothing could.

She shook her head at herself. She knew she should not feel anything for him. Not even lust. She knew Ethan didn’t like her. He loved Sophia.

And being with him was only work; a means to pay off her father’s debts and to earn her living.

Barbara grimaced as the thought made her swallow bile. Hatred shimmered in her eyes for a moment before she composed herself.

She could not fool herself anymore. With all her being, she detested the woman that she was impersonating.

Barbara had fallen in love with Ethan.

* * *

Ethan let the hot water beat his body while he remembered the last time he had seen Sophia.

Her wedding was vividly imprinted in his mind.

It had been a big event in contrast with traditional European celebrations. True to her style, Sophia received everyone with warmth and gentleness and made everyone feel special. The guests had been housed in the MacCraigs’ properties and received special gifts.

Ethan lathered his hair, masochistically reminiscing; Sophia climbing down the stairs so moved that she could not even smile; her dress showing and tempting, frilled lace hiding exactly what he wanted to see, leaving his imagination on fire; going from table to table, talking to each and every one, smiling in ecstasy with Alistair’s arm around her waist. And the way she glittered under the huge crystal chandeliers of the Airgead ballroom, dancing one last time with him.

How good he had felt having her in his arms.

Her smell, her softness. Her.

Ethan sighed and rinsed his hair. He was tired from not having slept a wink the night before. He hadn’t been sleeping well since Scott had told him about her engagement to Alistair. By the time he danced with Sophia, Ethan knew it was all over. As soon as he left Airgead Caisteal, weariness overcame him.

Paola had babbled during the helicopter ride to Altreck Caisteal, making him regret his decision to take her. He didn’t like women that talked a lot.

In fact, every new woman since Sophia annoyed him.

In the beginning, even Barbara.

Not so much anymore.

* * *

As if hearing his thoughts, Barbara plastered a smile on her face and knocked on the door frame.

Ethan turned his head to look at her.

He enjoyed looking at Barbara. One could even say she was more beautiful than Sophia; her hair was as silky, her skin as smooth, she was taller, her body a bit more curvaceous, and her scar was smaller and less pronounced.

Ethan liked her body as it was. A stunning, sexy woman. So, what’s missing?

He tried to compare the feelings he felt for one and for the other and the reality made him sick. He felt lust for Barbara because she was a woman that looked like Sophia. But he did not love or even like her. And he knew why.

For once in his life, Sophia had made him feel special, loved.

Sophia had cared for his inner-self. She had liked and admired him for what he had to offer as a human being. She didn’t care about his wealth, or his status as a successful businessman. It was not because she was rich or a successful woman herself. No. It was because Sophia had something different in her. She looked beyond appearances and conventions to the bare heart and soul.

And he had thrown it all away.

His eyes raked Barbara up and down, taking note of every difference. And of every similarity.

She resembled Sophia so much that his heart clenched in his chest and tears filled his eyes. He was glad he was still in the shower. He didn’t allow anyone to see him crying.

I have to dismiss her. But where will I find such a woman that treats me so well?

He was silent for so long that Barbara cleared her throat and said, “Good morning, dear.”

Ethan shook his head, shooing away his thoughts, and motioned for her. “Take a shower with me.”

Barbara’s body tingled in all the wrong places when she heard his baritone voice. Her breasts felt heavy and she felt a pull in her core. She reasoned with herself that it was only sexual desire; after all, he was a very handsome man. She clenched her teeth. She wanted to leave and never return, but she saw herself walking lithely to the shower with a welcoming smile on her lips.

Ethan pulled Barbara to an open-mouthed kiss as soon as she entered the stall. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine it was Sophia in his arms but it didn’t work. When he had danced with her last night, all the feelings that were buried came back with full force. He tore away from the kiss, disgusted with himself and with the woman in front of him. His eyes glazed with memories.

“Ethan?” Barbara’s voice came out shaky and breathless as she sensed him withdrawing, inwardly wincing at the pain that tore through her heart.

He uttered a vicious curse and pressed her against the marble wall to suck her nipple. She pushed herself toward his mouth, encouraging him, and dipped her fingers in his wet hair. She couldn’t stop the moan that came from her parted lips and arched her chest upward against his face to give him better access while Ethan sucked her breast into his mouth and rolled his tongue over the tip.

It was an erotic feeling, something she’d never experienced with any man but Ethan. She loved the way he initiated sex, sometimes without asking permission, almost demanding that she felt pleasure.

“Nice,” Ethan growled before his mouth moved to the other nipple and closed around it. He growled, causing vibrations, and sucked on her with hard tugs, his teeth rubbing against her sensitive nipple.

Barbara moaned louder and dug her fingers in his scalp, holding his head in place. Her body responded in a shocking manner when Ethan was near.

His knee shoved at her thighs to spread her wider and his hand cupped her between her legs. His thumb firmly rubbed her clitoris.

She reacted instinctively as the sensation tore through her body, moaning, “Yes, take me, Ethan. Love me.”

Love me? He froze. Cold air hit her when he jerked away from her. Barbara’s eyes flew open as she wondered what she had said to cause such an intense reaction.

Ethan’s entire body stiffened and towered over her as he analyzed her, struggling to divine what was behind her words. He rasped, “You do warm up, don’t you?”

She was impressed. The man must have ice in his heart and fire in his veins. His hand was wrapped around her buttock. She could feel its warmth and the strength of his grip even under the shower and his hard manhood stated his arousal. However, his detached eyes belied all the passion his body displayed.

Ethan pressed his erection on her lower stomach and his fingers dug hard in the firm flesh of her butt before he released her. “Face the wall. I’ll have you now.”

Barbara put her hands on the marbled wall and pushed her rump in his direction. She screamed his name in pleasure when he hammered his hard arousal in her.

Ethan closed his eyes to the sight of the woman in front of him and let Sophia’s images come to the fore. After a few more hard and fast thrusts, he felt Barbara’s orgasm grip him and it triggered his.

An exclamation involuntarily left his mouth, “Ah! Sophia!”

Barbara hated herself at that moment.

Her traitorous heart and body ached with love and lust for a man who was just using her.