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by the wind, the runway had been swept clear of snow and looked like a black river, as dark as the sky above.
    When Rose saw the jet, her whole body sagged with sudden despair. The SUV stopped, and she turned to him. A single tear streamed slowly down her cheek.
    “Don’t do this,” she whispered. “Please…whatever quarrel you have with Lars, don’t force me on that plane. Please, whoever you are—let me go back to the people I love!”
    Love. As if this venal woman knew anything about love!
    “Let me go back to my husband,” she continued tearfully.
    Xerxes’s lip curled. “I told you. You have no husband.”
    She gasped, looking terrified.
    He stared back at her as the driver opened his door. She knew perfectly well what he meant. It was an act. It had to be!
    “I’m begging you,” she whimpered, her blue eyes luminous with the light of unshed tears. “Don’t hurt him!”
    Roughly, he grabbed her arm.
    “And the reason you have no husband,” he bit out, “is because Lars Växborg already has a wife.”

Chapter Three
    R OSE went numb with shock. As Xerxes pulled her from the SUV, leading her across the dark tarmac to the waiting plane, she did not resist.
    “But he can’t have a wife,” she said numbly, looking up at him with bewildered confusion. “I’m Lars’s wife!”
    “The wedding was fake,” he said coldly. “The vows were fake. The minister was fake. And most of all, Miss Linden—” he glanced down at her with glittering dark eyes as they reached the bottom of the steps “— you are fake.”
    He pushed her up the stairs into the cabin of the plane, where they were greeted by two flight attendants, the captain and the copilot. Bodyguards poured in behind them before they disappeared into the back of the jet.
    The captain gave Xerxes a respectful nod. “We are ready for takeoff at your order, sir.”
    A brunette flight attendant took Xerxes’s coat, while the other one, a redhead, greeted him with a silver tray holding drinks. Rose heard the cabin door close behind her with a loud bang.
    “Thank you.” Taking a flute of champagne from the tray, Xerxes sat down on a white leather seat in thefront cabin of the jet. He turned carelessly back to Rose. “Champagne, Miss Linden? No?”
    When Rose just stared at him in shock without replying, Xerxes gave a small, private smile and nodded at the captain. “You may proceed.”
    The captain and copilot disappeared to the front of the cabin to complete their takeoff preparations, and the flight attendants left for the back of the plane. Alone with Rose in the front cabin, Xerxes stretched out his arm on the back of the white leather seat. As he took a sip of his champagne, he seemed relaxed. Contented.
    Rose stared at the crystal flute in that large, rough hand. Just an hour ago, she herself had been sipping champagne in the gilded ballroom of her husband’s castle at her gorgeous wedding reception. Lars had looked up and smiled at her across the crowd.
    Was it possible it had all been a lie?
    A crack of pain went through her heart. No. It couldn’t be true. Couldn’t!
    “You’re wrong about Lars,” Rose choked out. “He wouldn’t have done this awful thing you’re accusing him of—”
    “Bigamy.”
    She flinched. “Don’t use that horrible word!”
    “You’re right,” he said coolly, finishing off his flute of champagne and setting it down. “It wasn’t bigamy, because his wedding to you was a sham from start to finish.”
    “You’re wrong!”
    “Did you ever sign any paperwork?”
    Rose sucked in her breath as she realized for the firsttime that she’d never signed any papers. No marriage license. No forms. Nothing.
    He watched her. “Växborg hasn’t visited Sweden for years. None of his friends here know about his first marriage. But the minister who conducted your ceremony was an out-of-work actor from Stockholm.”
    “No,” she said automatically. But she remembered how the minister had been strangely young and