Prince Albert: A Billionaire Stepbrother Romance Read online

  "Are you getting back with that asshole fiancé?" I ask.

  "What?" she squeals. "Are you insane? Of course not. This isn't about Derek."

  "That guy doesn't deserve you."

  I want to deserve you.

  "I didn't need rescuing," she says. "You just – you ran in there and punched him, out of some misguided notion that you needed to defend my honor and now everything's out in the open. Everyone knows, Albie."

  "I know you don't need rescuing," I say. My frustration is mounting. "I was coming down here to tell you that – fuck, this is not how I saw this conversation going."

  “I don’t want my romantic exploits spread all over the media!”

  "You think I wanted this all over the papers, Belle?" I ask.

  "I don't know what you –"

  The knock at the door interrupts whatever she was going to say, and she looks with something like regret before walking to the door and opening it. She pulls open the door, apparently not caring if someone sees me in here with her.

  Christine, the head of the PR team, looks back and forth between us, obviously uncertain about what's going on. "Oh," Christine says. "If you're busy…"

  "It's fine," Belle says.

  It’s the opposite of fine. Everything right now is as un-fine as it can get.

  "Great." Christine looks at her notepad, barely glancing at Belle and I. "Obviously, Erika is on her way here."

  "Erika who?"

  "The girlfriend," she says.

  I hold up my hand. "She's not my girlfriend," I say. "And why in the world is she on her way here?"

  "Girlfriend or not, she's your best way of explaining this entire thing away, and –"

  "Get out." Belle's voice is firm, echoing through her room.

  "Erika is not coming here," I say. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. If that's the PR plan here, that's ridiculous."

  "Get out, please," Belle says. She doesn't look at either of us. "Now."

  "Erika will stand by your side," Christine says. "We've already leaked your engagement to the press."

  "You did what?" I yell. "Who in the world told you to do that?"

  "Get out!" Belle screams. Everything goes silent. "Now. Get the hell out of my room, Christine."

  "Belle, I –" I start. I want to grab her by the arms and tell her that all of this will be fine. None of it means anything to me.

  "You too," she says. "Just go."

  Christine is on me immediately, nonstop talking as she takes my arm before we even leave Belle's room. But I don't hear a word she says.

  The only thing I care about right now is Belle.

  When I glance behind me at her as I walk away, she pauses for a moment in the doorway, and her eyes meet mine.

  I try to shake off the sinking feeling that I get as she closes the door.

  She’s closing the door on us.

  CHAPTER FORTY

  Belle

  "I've done a lot of crazy shit," Raine says, "But this is way up there in terms of nuts, Belle. We didn't see any reporters, though, so that's good."

  "Let's just get out of here." I exhale heavily, looking behind me at the summer house on the hill. The guard posted at the exit from the secret passageway saw at me when I left, a weekend bag slung over my shoulder containing everything I'd need, at least for now. I half-expected him to stop me, to drag me back up to the house like a prisoner. But he didn't.

  It was just like any other time I'd left the palace grounds.

  Except that this isn’t any other time. This time, I’m sneaking out, unaccompanied by a bodyguard or a driver.

  This time, Raine and Phoenix were waiting just across the street in a banged-up little car they'd bought to drive around Europe, duffel bags strapped to the top with bungee cords.

  This time isn’t like the other times I’ve left to volunteer at the hospital. This time, I’m not going back.

  “I can’t believe you got out of there without anyone knowing,” Phoenix says. “You’d think they would have better security.”

  “I learned from the best,” I say, thinking of Albie. For a moment, I want to go back. I want to tell him that I don’t care what anyone thinks. “Besides, I’m not a prisoner there.”

  "Are you sure you want to leave?" Raine asks. She sits in the back seat with me, Phoenix in the driver’s seat.

  Am I sure?

  I’m as far from sure as I can be.

  “Yes.”

  Raine reaches for my hand. "I'm sure they have a plan to deal with the media, you know. It doesn't have to be a huge deal. You could hide out in the palace or whatever."

  "No," I say, my voice flat. "I just…it's too much attention. I can't think right now."

  Raine squeezes my hand. "What about Prince Albert?" she asks.

  "I don't want to talk about him."

  I think I might be in love with him.

  The thought terrifies me.

  “Are you sure, Belle?” Raine asks. “Are you certain you want to run away from this? From him?”

  No.

  I could go back. Right now, I could turn around and walk back inside the house and tell Albie I don't care about any of it.

  I could do the brave thing. I could tell everyone to fuck off.

  I could tell Albie I want to be with him.

  But I’m just not that brave.

  "Just drive," I say.

  CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

  Albie

  "What do you mean, she's gone?" I ask. I pull out my phone and text Belle, but I hear the buzz of the phone in the room, and Noah holds it up. "Is that hers?"

  "It's hers, sir," he says. "She left it in her room. I took the liberty of retrieving it before the head of security got to her bedroom, since I thought there might be things on her phone you might not want made public."

  "She's gone," I say again, stupidly. I can't get it through my head.

  "Yes."

  "She took everything with her?"

  "She took a bag," Noah says. "She evaded Martin and walked out of the gate."

  She's gone.

  "She left a note, sir," he says, handing me the folded sheet of paper. I open it.

  I'm sorry, Albie. I just...can't stay.

  Love,

  Belle.

  I crumple it up into a ball in my hand and look at him. "Where?"

  "With Raine," he says. "One of her friends from Africa."

  "I know who Raine is," I snap.

  "Royal Intelligence will get a lock on Raine's phone, I'm sure. Do you want to know where Belle and Raine are when they do?"

  Do I want to know where she is?

  She's the one who left, who ran from all of this.

  She left her phone behind. She doesn't want to be found.

  "Yes," I say, blurting out my response before I even think about it.

  She doesn't want me to find her.

  I should just let her walk away.

  "No," I say. "Never mind. No, I don't want to know."

  Noah looks at me for a long minute before speaking. "Sir," he starts, then shakes his head. "Oh, fuck it. I'm going to say my piece. Prince Albert. I've known you for a long time, and I've seen you with a lot of women. I mean, seriously. A lot of women."

  "Noah," I warn.

  "My point is this," he says. "I've seen you with a lot of women, but none like Belle. She loves you and you love her. It's apparent to anyone who sees you together, and if it isn't apparent, well, then they're fucking blind."

  "She should have fucking stayed," I say, more anger in my words than I expected.

  "She's scared," Noah says, his voice softening.

  So am I. But I didn't run away.

  I can't believe she just left. Without so much as a goodbye.

  I'm angry at her for leaving, but I'm more angry at our parents – especially Sofia – for deciding that the best response would be for the PR team to descend on Belle like a swarm of locusts. And I'm angry at myself for telling my father about the Vegas marriage.

&