One: Deposed Shiek. Two: The woman whose heart he broke. Three: This marriage of convenience wasn’t supposed to lead to love.
Aaden Bentley needs to marry to secure an inheritance he never really wanted. Billions wait for him if only he fulfills the will of his parents. Family honor once ruined his life when he skipped out on his own wedding to the only woman he ever loved. But his parents were right. If he married her, he put her in a world of danger so he let her go.
Sienna McKenna booked a tropical vacation for herself to get away from her secretary job. She intended to read, and do nothing, until she walked into the lobby and saw the man who broke her heart, Aaden Bennett, sitting in the lobby. So when he asked her to marry him, for the second time, she has every reason to run away, but instead decides to take a second chance on Aaden.
Neither one of them expected to care or love ever again, but together both their broken hearts heal. But is it enough to truly fall in love with each other?
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Sienna McKenney’s idea of the perfect single-woman vacation included her ereader stocked with the latest mystery novels, poolside cabana service and a suite overlooking the clear, aqua ocean where she might see dolphins swim past from her balcony in the early morning.
No men, no fuss, just relaxing.
Which is why she’d booked herself a luxury room on Hidden Key, far from the community in Park Lake, Florida where everybody wanted to introduce her to a cousin or brother. She’d driven down to the Keys, parked her car and hopped on board the ferry.
Within hours, the boat docked. The moon beamed across the cloudless night sky, and she smelled the salt in the air as tourists from all over the country passed her. The ship lightly rocked and the tropical breeze against her skin made her feel calm. Her heart and mind cleared. Tomorrow she’d spend the day reading at one of those tropical cabanas near the pool.
She followed the crowd at the end and walked silently toward the white hotel with an orange roof.
Before even stepping foot inside, her shoulders slumped at the sound of light reggae music from the pool area. One ruined wedding did not mean she deserved anyone’s pity.
She adjusted her sunglasses as she strolled up the pathway and walked with the group of three female friends already sharing a bottle of wine and one older couple from the ferry as they made their way toward the towering beachfront hotel, the only thing on this small remote island in the Keys.
As she walked inside the Tropical Nights hotel, a blast of cold air brushed against her skin. The hair on her arms lifted with goosebumps. Air conditioning? No…something else. She dragged her bag behind her through the lobby and lifted her head, meeting the brown eyes of the one man she was supposed to hate.
Her pulse spiked and she wasn’t sure if it was anger or because she still yearned for him, even now, when he’d broken her heart.
Sienna parked her suitcase by the white chairs and stomped toward him, the soles of her tennis shoes gaining traction on the white marble floor. She brought her hand to her chest and held it close, like she needed to defend herself, though she’d come to him.
The man, seated, long legs crossed, hid behind a newspaper. She dropped her hand to her side. How was this possible?
Dark hair trimmed short was visible over the paper, his elegant body clad in a tailored black suit, the white cuffs of his shirt crisp. She’d know him anywhere and she’d recognized those brown eyes on her—they were burned in her memory. “Aaden?”
His glanced at her and his face paled. The newspaper in his hands fell to the floor beside him and he stood, taller than her by a foot. He’d been working out in the past two years since their would-be wedding day, his biceps muscled beneath his suit jacket.
With a white face and lips pressed together, she knew he was trying to think his way out of this, but instead he said, “Can I help you, miss?”
Miss? He had a lot of nerve. She took off her sunglasses and crossed her arms, wishing she’d worn a business suit or something powerful instead of her stupid yellow sundress with a flower pattern. She tapped her foot. “Aaden Bentley. Am I dreaming?”
He tossed his head back like she’d slapped him, which she probably should have, but then he said, “You must be mistaken.”
Of all the… Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, but she lifted her chin. No, she’d not cry for him. He’d left that stupid note and disappeared. She grabbed his white shirt, unbuttoned the top two buttons and shook her head as she pointed to the arrow with his mother’s name on it. “Jasmine. Same tattoo.”
He tugged his shirt closed at the neck, but his face was bright red rather than white. “I don’t remember where I got this.”