CHAPTER SEVENFor a moment Carina could not move. Her heart was beating madly with anguish and a kind of panic.
What had just happened was so monstrous that she still could not quite believe it.
She loved him, and for a glorious moment she had thought he truly loved her and wanted to marry her.
But then the dream had died in the cruellest possible way.
He did not want to marry her. He planned to make her his mistress. Because in his eyes she was a common little showgirl, who could expect no better treatment.
As she turned to look once again at the fountain, she remembered what he had said.
“Forget any other man who has ever loved you.”
He thought she had had a succession of lovers and was for sale to the highest bidder.
A sob rose to her throat. Turning she ran blindly back into the
