Author: Nicole Jordan
Category: Historical
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“As my countess you will lack for nothing.”
“Except the freedom to control my own life. As my husband you would have even greater power over me than you do now as my guardian. By law you would be my ‘lord and master,’ and I would legally be your possession. I don’t want any man ruling me like that.”
Lord Danvers grimaced. “I have no desire to rule you, love. I am merely interested in a marriage of convenience.”
That struck a painful nerve in Arabella. She had always vowed she would never have a convenient marriage like her parents’ bitter union. That she would never marry for any reason but love. “Well, you may be willing to abide such an arrangement, my lord, but it has no appeal whatsoever for me,” she declared. “My parents married for convenience, and they made each other utterly miserable.”
“We needn’t have that sort of union,” he said patiently.
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“We needn’t have any sort of union at all!”
At her ardent exclamation, Danvers eyed her thoughtfully. “I would of course make you a large marriage settlement and provide generously for your sisters. I should think you would be grateful that you needn’t earn your livings any longer, teaching at your academy.”
Arabella took a slow breath, striving for calm. “You obviously don’t understand. We don’t wish to give up teaching. Our employment is not only enjoyable but highly rewarding, besides allowing us the independence to do exactly as we wish.”
At her answer, he took yet another tack. “Marriage to me will go a long way toward restoring your reputation in society.”
Arabella raised her chin at the reminder of her tarnished social standing. “What of it? I have long since resigned myself to being a byword with the ton. There is a blissful measure of freedom that comes with not having to maintain a spotless character. And as long as we maintain standards of behavior acceptable to our pupils’ parents, we needn’t concern ourselves with anyone else’s opinion.”
The earl studied her for a long moment before saying easily, “You might think of your sisters. Don’t they deserve a chance to lead the normal life of young ladies of quality?”
His perfectly reasonable question made Arabella feel uncomfortable and a bit guilty, knowing she was rejecting the opportunity to help her sisters. But then she adamantly shook her head. “I am thinking of them. Roslyn and Lily feel as I do about matrimony and men. They are just as determined to control their own futures as I am.”
He gave her a sympathetic look. “I understand why you hate men. Your betrothed unceremoniously abandoned you once he learned of the scandal your family was facing.”
It shouldn’t hurt to have that humiliating memory rubbed in her face, since it had occurred four years ago. She was over the despair and heartache by now. But she couldn’t forget the painful experience or the harsh lesson she had learned then.
She had foolishly believed she was making a love match. Indeed, she’d only accepted the viscount’s proposal because their mutual feelings had blossomed into love. But her joy at falling in love with a man who vowed he loved her had been abruptly crushed by his very public betrayal. Never again would she make that mistake.
“I do not hate men,” Arabella insisted. “I simply have no need for a husband.”
“You don’t want children?”
The question caught her unawares, and Arabella couldn’t repress the stab of regret that went through her. Being unable to have children was an immense drawback to never marrying. The only one, she had come to believe.
“Not enough to suffer a husband,” she answered at length.
“I want children eventually,” Lord Danvers admitted. “It is my obligation to carry on my family name and titles. But that requires I first have a wife.”
“So, you want a broodmare to give you heirs?” Arabella asked archly. “I suspected as much.”
“No,” he said in exasperation. “I want a companion and helpmate as well.”
She found it hard to believe that a rakish nobleman like Lord Danvers was seeking a life companion, but she managed to bite her tongue before calling his veracity into question. Instead, Arabella made herself smile pleasantly. “The polite response in these cases is to express appreciation, so I will thank you for your generous offer, my lord. But I must decline.”
“I intend to change your mind.”
Her spine stiffened a little at his provoking declaration. When he offered her a charming smile of his own, she felt a responsive flutter in her stomach that she quickly tried to quell.
“I do not see how I can state my position more clearly, Lord Danvers. I won’t marry you for all the spices in India. Is that articulate enough for you to understand?”
He raised an amused eyebrow. “Do you know how many women would be elated to receive an offer of marriage from me?”
“Then apply to any of them. Doubtless they will be deliriously happy to accept. I would not.”
Her retort brought a genuine grin to his lips. “I don’t want any other woman. I have chosen you, Arabella, and I mean to have you.”
Her mouth dropped open. The infernal arrogance of the man!