The Lady Seals Her Fate (The Langley Sisters #5)
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Authors: Wendy Vella
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THE LADY SEALS HER FATE
By Wendy Vella
Things were not going to plan for Miss Hannah Wooller. There was the small matter of a blackmailer to contend with, her father increasing her dowry so he could marry her off, and of course there was Alexander Hetherington. Titled and handsome, he had society at his feet, and she had recklessly coerced him into playing the part of her fake beau. Things had rapidly gone downhill from there, and she was soon in over her head, trapped in a web of deceit. When someone was murdered before her eyes, she was forced to flee London to keep Alex safe, but Hannah soon realized that in doing so she has left behind the only man she will ever love.
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The Lady Seals Her Fate, is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
The Lady Seals Her Fate, published by Wendy Vella
Copyright © 2016 Wendy Vella
ISBN:
978-0-9941157-8-2
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DEDICATION
This one is for the members of D.O.C.
‘It’s not about how far the journey takes you, it’s about who you travel it with.’
Thanks for the fun, support, and friendship, and long may it continue.
Special thanks to Sandra and Cat, my loyal readers xx
CHAPTER ONE
Miss Hannah Wooller was tired. She’d woken early to the sound of her sister shrieking that Pumpkin, her dog, was dead. Knowing that exercise was in his immediate future, the lazy animal had pretended to be asleep so his morning walk would be delayed. The following mayhem had roused Hannah from her bed, and considering she had been in it a meager four hours, that had not boded well for either the day or her humor.
Then there was the ugly scene at the breakfast table between Hannah and her father. His insistence that she marry, and soon, was now a major obstacle between them, and consequently was disrupting the harmony in the Wooller household. She had attempted to reason with him when he had told her he had increased her dowry; but he had roared that his heart could give out at any time, and he wanted grandchildren before it did.
Hannah knew his words were motivated by fear, because she too had spoken with his doctors and been told her father’s heart was failing, but she had no wish to be sold like a mare with sound bloodlines, to be purchased by the highest bidder.
If that was not enough to send her back to her bed, she then had to slip from the house to pay the man who had been blackmailing her for the past year, with money she had worked hard to earn!
It’s lucky I’m not of a nature that would fall about the place having fits of vapors,
Hannah thought sourly, looking down at the man before her.
She was now at the Lowry ball, trying to extricate herself from a sticky moment with one Mr. Sutton, who was intent on claiming her hand and thus her now considerably larger dowry. Obviously, word had gotten out about her father’s generosity—or stupidity, depending which side of the fence you sat.
“I am enamored of you, my dear Miss Wooller. I can see no future without you in it.”
All she’d wanted in escaping outside for a brief moment was some solitude and a chance to draw breath; alas, that did not seem to be in her immediate future.
“I have no wish to marry you, Mr. Sutton, and cannot imagine why you are asking for my hand now, when we have barely spoken two words to each other. Unless of course it is because my father has increased my dowry?”
The man on his knees before her was certainly not ill-favored, but neither was he someone she wished to converse with across the breakfast table for many years to come. She doubted he even knew the meaning of the word wit, nor how to talk to a lady who did not spend hours on ladylike pursuits such as watercolors and the pianoforte. He would no doubt faint were she to tell him that she managed her own finances. He had a kind of boyish charm, she supposed. His blond fringe flopped over his forehead and his eyes were eager in a pale round face, but he reminded her more of a puppy than a future husband.
“I have admired you from afar, Miss Wooller. Your beauty has captured me night after night. Your grace—”
“Yes, yes, I take your meaning,” Hannah said, easing her hand from his grasp. “However, yours is not the only attention I have received in the last few days, which would suggest that news of my father’s generosity has reached all corners of London. One can only hope it does not reach farther afield, or I shall be inundated.”
“I have no idea to what you refer.” Mr. Sutton tried to look confused, but his face was flushed with color, and he would not meet her eyes. “I have always found you a beautiful, intelligent woman, as have many others.”
“We have danced twice in three seasons, Mr. Sutton. That would suggest you are either shy or that you are not telling me the truth. My bet is on the latter.”
“I-I h-how could you—”
“Come now, Mr. Sutton, I will not wed you so you may as well leave while you have your pride still intact.”
The color in his cheeks deepened to a dull red, confirming Hannah’s suspicions that he was indeed pursuing her for her dowry. For three days she had been besieged with callers at her father’s home, and every time she stepped foot inside a ballroom or event, she was tripping over men, when usually they wanted little to do with her. Hannah loved her father, but she could wring his neck for this latest attempt to see her wed and him with a grandchild.
“I assure you it is your beauty alone that has called us to your side, Miss Wooller,” Mr. Sutton said taking her hand again, redoubling his efforts for a final assault.
“Mr. Sutton, let me assure you that being wed to me would be a hideous fate. I am not a comfortable woman, nor do I intend to take direction from my husband if and when I decide to marry; therefore your efforts are wasted.”
“B-but it is a woman’s role to take direction from her husband.”
Mr. Sutton looked confused, as if she had sprouted horns and started speaking some ancient dialect.
He would be easy to manipulate, Hannah supposed, but then did she want a husband she could stomp all over? Within three days of marrying her, he would regret it, because Hannah was not one to compromise. She had things in her life that she would never give up, especially for a husband she did not want.
She had not been raised among nobility and was advancing on twenty-four years of age, both contributing factors as to why she had not secured a match. Her father came into his title late in life and was in trade. He was an outspoken man that some people liked because he had a large fortune and others because he was too powerful to snub. Unfortunately, Hannah did not receive the same reception as her father. She’d tried everything the other debutantes had, but soon realized that no amount of impeccable behavior on her part made her eligible in the eyes of society. Unlike her father, she was not popular, and those traits people accepted in him they did not in her. She was forthright, tainted by trade, and did not suffer fools. Yes, her dowry was now large enough to lure someone to her side, but how could she want a husband who simply wanted her for her money? She had tried to explain this to her father, but he refused to listen.
“If I could take you driving perhaps…” His words fell away as Hannah shook her head. Mr. Sutton then released her hand before taking a step backward. Obviously the look in Hannah’s eyes told him she meant business, and any further attempts to secure her hand were futile.
“Good evening, Mr. Sutton.”
“Miss Wooller.” With those words he skirted around her and disappeared back through the doors and into the ballroom.
“Bloody hell,” Hannah blew out a frustrated breath. Her life was far too complicated to have to deal with suitors right now. She wandered along the balcony slowly, attempting to rein in her anger, while other guests milled about chatting, flirting, and finding darkened corners for chaste kisses. If she were being honest, Hannah would not mind a chaste kiss or two, but the opportunity had never presented itself, and she knew that could also be contributed to her father and his late rise to nobility.
They’d reject her completely if they knew she was also in trade, Hannah thought, wondering why she even cared any longer what anyone thought of her.
“Bloody fools, all of them,” she muttered.
“Talking to yourself is considered a sign of instability of the mind, and may I remind you yet again not to curse in public, especially when there are no fewer than two hundred people only a few feet away.”
“Go away, Alex.” Hannah looked at the man walking toward her and refused to acknowledge the little flutter in her chest. Tall, broad shouldered, he was the epitome of an elegant nobleman in his tailored midnight jacket and scarlet waistcoat. The color should make him look like a fop, but instead increased his masculinity. Teamed with a white shirt and evening trousers, it made her want to sigh at the picture of male perfection he presented. Of course she didn’t; that was not how things worked between Alexander Hetherington and her. They bickered, argued, and generally disagreed with each other at every given opportunity.
“Good evening, Alex, so lovely to see you looking handsome as always,” he said, stopping before her.
Hannah poked out her tongue, refusing to acknowledge the twinkle in his blue eyes. The man had an ability to make people feel at ease that she would never have, and was pursued by women wherever he went. Men sought his company simply because he was pleasing to be with. Considered handsome, some even said beautiful, he had money of his own, and a powerful viscount for a brother just added to his appeal. In fact, unlike her, Alex could do no wrong in the eyes of society, and she refused to feel bitter about that.
“The Countess of Herring is wearing puce with mustard, Grecian trim, and heavy lace. It’s hideous.”
“Hmmm,” Hannah said, wondering how she was going to get her father to stop pressuring her into marriage.
“Did you hear what I said, Hannah? I have chosen the countess for my worst dressed this evening.”
Hannah waved a hand in front of her face. “Yes, yes, it’s perfectly horrid, I’m sure.”
“What’s wrong?” Alex lowered his head to stare into her eyes.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“You just agreed with me, so something is most definitely wrong.”
He was suddenly serious, his eyes narrowed, jaw jutting. The line of his cheekbones seemed even more pronounced at this angle. He really was far too handsome, Hannah decided.
“I wish Ben had broken your nose.” The words left her mouth before she could swallow them, which was another failing in a long list of them that she’d had since birth.
“I rather like my nose just as it is, thank you, Miss Wooller.” Placing his thumb and forefinger on either side of it, he traced the shape. “Dare I enquire as to why you want my twin to thump me hard enough to disturb its position on my face?”
She had to say something. “It would improve your looks. Make you less—” Hannah waved a hand about. “—pretty.”
His dark brows rose into his hairline. “I know that’s not a compliment.”
“It’s not.”
“I’ve always wanted you to singe your eyelashes,” he said, bending closer so their faces were mere inches apart. “They’re long and curl to create this frame for your beautiful eyes, and suck a man into believing you’re sweet and malleable, which we both know is far from the truth.”
Hannah felt as if something were suddenly obstructing her breathing. She could smell him, the blend of masculine scents that he’d always worn, and she fought against its allure like she always had. They were business partners, and… friends? Well, perhaps not quite that, but she had no business feeling anything else for this man. Not now or ever.
“That’s not a compliment either, so we’re even. Now go away, I have to think.”
“About what?” He didn’t move, just leaned closer.
Should she ask him what the talk about her was in his club? Were men discussing her large dowry? Should she force her father to reduce it? Not that he would listen to her, but she could try. Alex was a man, after all, and there was every possibility he knew about her sudden rise in popularity. Perhaps she could persuade him to offer a few negative comments about her, dissuade any man intent on pursuing her. Hannah waited for a couple of guests to pass them before speaking.
