The Sheik's Secret Bride (21 page)

Malik
didn’t want that for his children, but he knew no other way. So he needed Liana to be the loving force in their lives. She would fight for
them,
protect them, even from him. She would make sure they knew what it was to love and be loved. With her as their mother, he wouldn’t have to worry that they would grow up with a black soul and an empty heart.

Liana felt she and
Malik
were still at a draw. He’d forced her to stay in the palace, but she’d insisted on living in guest quarters rather than moving into his rooms. She wasn’t teaching, but she also wasn’t a part of his life. Unfortunately, the victories weren’t very helpful, and after two days of pacing the length of her suite, she was ready to go crazy.

There was nothing to do with her day. She was used to always being on the run. Between teaching and
Bethany
and her house, she’d had a list of things to do that stretched into next month. Every day had been busy from the time she woke up until she fell exhausted into bed. But now there was nothing.
Bethany
was in school all day. The suite didn’t require cleaning—there were servants who got insulted if she so much as made her own bed. Someone else did the cooking. She had no friends and no one to talk to. Worse, she sensed that her marriage to
Malik
—not to mention their unusual living arrangements—was the subject of much gossip and speculation.

A part of her felt guilty that people might think badly of
Malik
because of her actions.
But then she reminded herself what he’d done to her, and she got mad all over again, and that made her swear she wasn’t going to give in.

Her life had become very complicated, she thought to herself as she stared out at the beautiful view. She still didn’t understand why
Malik
had married her.
Nothing about her screamed “great catch.”

She didn’t think he was madly in love with her. She thought he might like her and she was reasonably confident that he’d enjoyed making love as much as she had…at least she hoped so. But that was all temporary when compared with the act of getting married.
Which brought her back to her original question of what on earth he’d been doing.

“I need some answers,” she said aloud and turned her back on the view. That was the problem. She had too many questions and not enough information. Therefore she had to go to the source and find out what exactly was going on.

That decided, Liana stalked out of her suite and made her way into the working wing of the palace. She remembered some of the way from when
Malik
had taken her to see the king.

After a wrong turn and detailed directions from an assistant, she found herself standing in front of an imposing desk, staring down at an official-looking man with short blond hair and wire-rimmed glasses. He was pale and slight, but with an air of importance that made her tug at the hem of her short-sleeved cotton sweater.

The man continued typing on his computer for what seemed like hours. Finally he looked up at her and raised his eyebrows. “Yes?”

“I’d like to see Prince
Malik
,” she said, trying not to sound as intimidated and out of place as she felt.

The man smiled, but the gesture wasn’t the least bit friendly. “I’m sure you would, but that’s not possible. At the moment he’s meeting with the king. Later he has a meeting with Prince Jamal. There is a parliamentary session this afternoon and a formal state dinner tonight. I just don’t see where I can squeeze you in.” He clicked three keys on the computer. “The prince might have something at the end of the month. Would that be convenient?”

Instead of answering, Liana looked around the room. She’d given the open space a quick perusal when she’d first entered, but now she noted the original oil paintings, the coat of arms on the far wall, the richness of the carpet and the odious little man barring her from her husband.

The truth hit her like a bolt of lightning. She’d really married a prince.
A future ruler of a real country.
Not just a wealthy man or a successful man, but an honest-to-God prince. What on earth had she been thinking?

“Well, do you want the appointment or not?”

Liana blinked at the man and shook her head. “No. Thanks.”

She backed out of the room and quickly made her way down the marble hallways. There were fountains and statues and priceless rugs.

She hurried back toward the more familiar section of the palace. When she rounded a corner, she saw the golden doors that marked the entrance to the harem. Gold, she thought, feeling dazed. These were solid gold doors that had been carved or hammered or whatever it was people did to gold to make it decorative. She traced the intricate pattern,
then
pushed her way inside. She wasn’t sure what she wanted here, she only knew that at least in these rooms the men weren’t allowed.

Liana shut the heavy door behind her and leaned against it. In front of her, Dora and Heidi sat on two sofas, talking.

Dora looked up and saw her first. She smiled. “You look terrified. Whatever has happened, we can help. Please join us.” She motioned to the tea set on the low table between them. “We sent
Rihana
to your suite with an invitation, but you weren’t there.”

Liana crossed the marble floor and sat down next to Heidi. She gave them both a wobbly smile. “I was at the other end of the palace. I wanted to see
Malik
, but his secretary told me I needed an appointment.”

Heidi wrinkled her nose. “Don’t get me started on
Malik’s
secretary. I don’t like Zachary very much. He’s too self-important for me. But I suppose he’s efficient. At least that’s what Jamal says.”

Dora shrugged. “I agree with you about him not being my favorite.” She looked at Liana. “Next time, tell him who you are. I suspect he didn’t know. Otherwise he would have let you right in.”

Liana wasn’t sure if that was the case, but she nodded because it was expected.
Rihana
entered then, carrying a tray of more tea and sandwiches. As the afternoon snack was served, Liana tried not to think about the fact that she was having English tea with two princesses in the harem of the palace in El
Bahar
. She felt as if she’d followed
Alice
down to Wonderland, only she had to contend with more royalty than just the Red Queen.

Dora passed her a cup of tea. “What on earth are you thinking? You have the most peculiar expression.”

“That I’m
a nobody
from a small town no one has heard of and I’m sitting here with two princesses and I’m married to a prince. How on earth did this happen?”

Dora brushed her comment off with a wave. “Don’t get caught up in the whole royalty thing. I was an executive secretary until I was thirty. Then I met
Khalil
. Now, Heidi here actually attended Swiss finishing school, which is pretty close to princess school if you ask me.”

“I didn’t,” Heidi said teasingly. She tucked a strand of long, light brown hair behind her ear and sighed. “Don’t let it get you down, Liana. I know that getting used to being in the palace and married to
Malik
is going to take some time, but it’s not so very horrible. You do have us to help, and you can take things as slowly as you need to.”

Liana studied both women. They were attractive and well-dressed in clothes that probably cost more than she paid in rent in a month. She wanted to believe that they had something in common, but it couldn’t be true.

“I don’t even know how I got here,” she admitted. “One minute I was teaching math at the
American
School
and the next I was married to a prince.”

Dora sighed. “I don’t know all the details about what happened, but I think I know enough to understand how you feel. For what it’s worth,
Khalil
married me under false pretenses. It took a long time for us to come to terms with our marriage. Eventually I managed to tame him…or he managed to make me
more wild
, I’m not sure which.” Her mouth curved up at the corners. “Either way, we’re very happy.”

“She’s right,” Heidi said, leaning forward and touching Liana’s arm. “The Khan men aren’t easy but they’re worth the trouble.”

“You’re both talking as if I’m going to stay.”

“How do you know you’re not?” Dora asked.

Liana was so stunned by the
question,
she had to stumble for an answer. “I don’t know him. He doesn’t know me. I’m still clueless as to why he wanted to marry me in the first place. We have nothing in common. I don’t know how to be a princess. I’m the first person in my family to graduate from college. What on earth are we going to talk about? How will I keep from completely humiliating myself and
Malik
? Why would the people of El
Bahar
accept me?”

“All good points,” Heidi said calmly. “Sounds like you’ve been doing a lot of thinking.”

Dora nodded. “But you left out the most important question, Liana. What do you want from this marriage? Are you so very sure you want to leave
Malik
before you’ve found out what it’s like to be with him? I won’t disagree that he had no right to trick you into marriage or that you both have to take the time to get to know each other. But this is a wonderful opportunity. You need to be sure you’re not interested in this life before you turn your back on what you have. Once you walk away, there’s no returning.”

“She’s right,” Heidi said. “You’re stuck here for a month, right? Why not take the time to get to know
Malik
and learn about El
Bahar
? You don’t have to make up your mind today.”

They were both so calm and rational, Liana thought, slightly stunned by all they were saying. She was still reeling from the reality of her situation, so the thought of stepping back and taking some time to think things through hadn’t occurred to her. But according to all she’d learned, she wasn’t leaving for a month. Should she take that time and assess her situation?

“What have you got to lose?” Heidi asked. “If you find this isn’t what you want, you were planning to leave anyway.”

“You make it sound so simple.”

“Maybe it is.”

Maybe…but it wasn’t. First of all, she had
Bethany
to think of. The more time her daughter spent with
Malik
, the more the girl became attached to him. Then there were
her own
feelings to consider. For reasons she wasn’t willing to explore, she was a little cautious about getting to know
Malik
any better than she did. As if something deep inside warned
her this
man could be dangerous to her heart. The last thing she needed was to fall in love with him.

But the alternative was to spend the next few weeks hiding out in her room. Running away from a problem had never been her style. She wouldn’t have gotten through college and been able to raise
Bethany
on her own if she’d allowed fear to get in her way.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to get to know the man to find out if they had anything in common…anything other than
an ability
to spontaneously combust when they got too close.

“Right now we’re barely speaking,” she confessed. “I wouldn’t know how to start getting to know him.”

Dora and Heidi looked at each other. “There’s a state dinner tonight,” Dora said. “Were you planning to attend it?”

Liana shook her head. “The first I heard about it was earlier when
Malik’s
secretary recited his schedule for the day. It included the dinner.”

Heidi smiled. “Gee, as the new wife of the Crown Prince, I think you should attend.”

“Obviously
Malik
doesn’t,” Liana said, suddenly hurt by the realization. “He didn’t say a word.”

“Did he have a chance to?” Dora asked bluntly.

Liana swallowed. “I guess not.” She looked at her new sisters-in-law. “Do you think I should go? I mean, would I be allowed?”

“Of course you’re welcome. But as to whether you should or not, that’s your decision.”

Liana pressed her lips together. If she wanted to get to know her husband, she was going to have to start to understand his world. In her mind, attending a formal state dinner was about as appealing as a foot surgery and a root canal on the same day. But it would give her an idea about what she was up against.

“I’d like to go, but I don’t think I have anything to wear.”

Dora smiled “That is the least of your problems. Between us, Heidi and I have dozens of gowns, many of which have never been worn. In fact—” Dora tapped her forefinger against her lower lip “—you’re a couple of inches taller than either Heidi or
myself
, but I do have a gown that is a little long. I haven’t bothered to have it taken up, mostly because I didn’t think the style would flatter me.” She patted her hips. “Those of us shaped like a pear have to worry about certain dresses emphasizing the wrong thing. But you’re more balanced.”

Liana was about to point out that she was also twenty pounds overweight, but she figured there wasn’t any point. Either Dora’s dress would fit or it wouldn’t.