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Helen Bianchin - A BUNDLE of BRIDES - The Disobedient Bride

Helen Bianchin - A BUNDLE of BRIDES - The Disobedient Bride

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Twelve months ago their marriage was perfect. Then billionaire Tyler Benedict returned home to find his bed empty and his wife gone! Now Tyler wants his wife back. Beautiful Lianne Marshall believes her husband is a lying cheat - and he'll do anything to tame her! Tyler's just hired Lianne to be his personal assistant. She can't refuse his deal . . . but this time she won't play fair.
Twelve months ago their marriage was perfect. Then billionaire Tyler Benedict returned home to find his bed empty and his wife gone! Now Tyler wants his wife back. Beautiful Lianne Marshall believes her husband is a lying cheat - and he'll do anything to tame her! Tyler's just hired Lianne to be his personal assistant. She can't refuse his deal . . . but this time she won't play fair.

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 The Disobedient Bride
 
Helen
 
Bianchin
  Twelve months ago their marriage was perfect. Then billionaire TylerBenedict returned home to find his bed empty and his wife gone! Now Tylerwants his wife back. Beautiful Lianne Marshall believes her husband is a lyingcheat - and he'll do anything to tame her! Tyler's just hired Lianne to be hispersonal assistant. She can't refuse his deal . . . but this time she won't playfair. CHAPTER ONELIANNE jabbed the call-button with unnecessary force, and bit down a huskyoath as her fingernail split. The day had barely begun and already it was shaping up to surpass Fridaythe thirteenth at its worst.In the space of two hours she’d dealt with a flat tyre, had the ATM chew upher Access card, and misjudged a balancing act with her car keys and hercell-phone in which the cellphone had lost, damaged beyond repair. The lift whispered to a halt, the doors slid open and she stepped inside,silently willing the electronic cubicle a swift clear passage to the uppermostfloor, housing the imposing legal offices of Sloane, Everton, Shell andAssociates.
Make my day 
, she silently challenged and barely contained her frustration asthe lift’s ascent was punctuated by numerous stops…ten in all, a fact sheknew because she counted each and every one of them.
 
 The lift drew to a halt, the doors slid open and Lianne walked into the officelobby of one of the city’s most prestigious legal firms. There was late, and there was
late
, Lianne perceived as she crossed toReception. A few minutes, even five over time was acceptable…thirty,however, was stretching things a bit far. Two attractive young women manned Reception, alternating between thecentral phone console and tending the day’s scheduled client appointments.Both were tall, one blonde, the other dark-haired, each resembling sleekmodels moonlighting as office assistants, and creating a complementarybalance.A deliberate choice, Lianne surmised, aware of Michael Sloane’s predilectionfor
image
.An explanation was in order, together with an apology, and Lianne offeredthe necessary words.‘Any messages?’ She could do cool professionalism. She’d had considerablepractice in donning the requisite façade.‘They’re on your desk.’ The blonde checked the appointment register.‘Pamela Whitcroft is waiting for you in the client lounge.’Oh, my. Just what she needed. The social doyenne sought legal opinion onthe most trivial matters, and delighted in consulting…
testing
, Pamelaassured Michael, the expertise of each and every one of his qualified staff.Lianne raised her eyes heavenward.
Why me?
At least, why me
today 
?‘Give me five minutes, then send her in.’ She turned and made her wayalong the curved corridor to her office where she took time to scan hermessages, check Pamela’s file, and spare a customary glance overMelbourne’s cityscape. The office block represented stunning architecture at its best…a tall, circularglass-panelled sphere designed to offer the executive offices magnificentviews across the Yarra River and beyond.It didn’t take long to prioritize the messages, and Lianne summoned agenerous smile as her secretary announced the society doyenne.
 
As mornings went, it was a breeze. Pamela Whitcroft pontificated andprevaricated with considerable fervour, questioning each and every legal factLianne offered in explanation, and there was relief when the consultationconcluded.Although with it came a sense of frustration in the knowledge that PamelaWhitcroft would be back, probably before the week’s end, seeking aprofessional opinion on the same queries from yet another junior lawyer inthe firm.Coffee…she needed the caffeine fix, and something to ease the headachepulsing behind one eye.Routine and another client appointment took Lianne through to hercustomary lunch-break, which comprised a chicken salad sandwich and coldbottled water eaten at her desk in a bid to make up for lost time. The headache still lingered. She checked her watch, then opted for somefresh air in the leafy park immediately adjacent to the office building.Bliss, she accorded minutes later as a welcome breeze eased the tensionbehind her eyes, and she breathed deep, enjoying the smell of freshly cutgrass mingling with the scent of garden blooms blossoming in the crisp latespring air.Melbourne was an attractive city, with wide streets traversed by greentramcars and lined in part with broad-spreading trees. Old buildings stoodnext to modern architecture, providing an eclectic mix, and council plannershad allocated generous space for numerous parks.Well known for its unpredictable weather, regardless of seasonal climate, theday was mild, the skies azure with drifts of cloud and, whilst the sunprovided minimum warmth, it was in direct contrast to the storm clouds andrain of the previous day.Lianne took the path towards the central gazebo, aware of fellow officeworkers, students and tourists enjoying the grounds.Couples lingered, with arms entwined and eyes only for each other.Sudden pain twisted her stomach and she sought to ignore it…without muchsuccess as Tyler’s powerful image came vividly to mind.

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