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  Married for revenge...

  But is she the key to the Spaniard’s redemption?

  Seeking vengeance, billionaire Gabriel isn’t above stealing his rival’s fiancée for himself! His plan seems complete when, to support her struggling mother, sweet, penniless Leonora agrees to his ruthless proposal. But at his luxury villa, he’s blindsided by their powerful attraction—and her innocence!

  Gabriel only offers passion, but behind his arrogant pride, Leonora discovers his loyalty matches her own. She sees the honorable man Gabriel could be, if he’s prepared to give her more than just pleasure...

  Leonora caught Gabriel’s eye and his gaze dropped to her mouth and he suddenly looked...hungry.

  Leonora’s heart thumped. Was he going to kiss her right here? Now? She wasn’t ready—but then the look on his face passed and he kept walking.

  Leonora stayed silent, following where he led her, through a confusing labyrinth of corridors. She could see now why he might like his very sparse and elegant apartment. It was a direct contrast to what he’d grown up with. That was why she’d liked it.

  He came back then with a glass of what looked like champagne in one hand and water in the other. He handed her the tall, elegant flute and said, “Dinner will be ready in a short while, but first I have a proposal to put to you.”

  Leonora took a sip of champagne and it fizzed down her throat. She swallowed, genuinely intrigued. “A proposal?”

  He looked at her carefully. “Yes, Leonora. A proposal. Of marriage.”

  Rival Spanish Brothers

  Billionaire brothers at odds...have picked their Cinderella brides!

  When your sibling is also your greatest rival, nothing is easy. Blood may bind Lazaro and Gabriel together, but a lifelong feud continues to tear them apart. As they battle to find a bride, the Spaniards begin to realize that maybe family—and not their fortune—is everything. But it will take their convenient wives to show them!

  It’s a race down the aisle for...

  Lazaro and Skye

  Confessions of a Pregnant Cinderella

  Gabriel and Leonora

  Redeemed by His Stolen Bride

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  Abby Green

  Redeemed by His Stolen Bride

  Irish author Abby Green ended a very glamorous career in film and TV—which really consisted of a lot of standing in the rain outside actors’ trailers—to pursue her love of romance. After she’d bombarded Harlequin with manuscripts they kindly accepted one, and an author was born. She lives in Dublin, Ireland, and loves any excuse for distraction. Visit abby-green.com or email [email protected].

  Books by Abby Green

  Harlequin Presents

  The Virgin’s Debt to Pay

  Awakened by the Scarred Italian

  Conveniently Wed!

  Claiming His Wedding Night Consequence

  One Night With Consequences

  An Innocent, A Seduction, A Secret

  Wedlocked!

  Claimed for the De Carillo Twins

  Brides for Billionaires

  Married for the Tycoon’s Empire

  Rival Spanish Brothers

  Confessions of a Pregnant Cinderella

  Rulers of the Desert

  A Diamond for the Sheikh’s Mistress

  A Christmas Bride for the King

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  This is for Heidi Rice, who came up with the idea of giving the jilted fiancée from Confessions of a Pregnant Cinderella her own story. X

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM THEIR ROYAL WEDDING BARGAIN BY MICHELLE CONDER

  CHAPTER ONE

  LEONORA FLORES DE LA VEGA couldn’t seem to take her eyes off the man standing at the back of the crowd in the glittering ballroom. He towered over everyone around him, putting him at well over six feet.

  He was also scowling, which only made his hawkish good looks even more forbidding and intimidating. And even from here Leonora was aware of his sheer masculine magnetism. As if there was an invisible thread tugging her attention to him whether she liked it or not.

  She knew who Gabriel Ortega Cruz y Torres was. Everyone did. He came from one of Spain’s most noble and oldest families. They owned huge swathes of the country and generated an income from banking, vineyards and real estate—just to name a few enterprises.

  He was an intensely private man, but even so he had a reputation for being as ruthless in the bedroom as he was in business. Single, he was considered one of the most eligible bachelors in Europe, if not the world. But he appeared to be in no hurry to settle down. And when he did it would be with an undeniably well-connected woman who breathed the same rarefied air as he did.

  And why should that even concern her? Leonora chastised herself. She might come from a family almost as well-connected as Gabriel’s, but there the similarity ended. Her family had lost their fortune, and had been subsisting on scraps and the funds from opening up their castillo just outside Madrid. It was an ignominious state of affairs. And one that was becoming increasingly unsustainable.

  She had never spoken to Gabriel Torres and was never likely to. A man like him wouldn’t lower himself to consort with someone from a family of very faded glory. But she’d always been aware of him. From the moment she’d first laid eyes on him when he’d been about twenty-one and she’d been twelve. She’d watched him play polo—that had been before her family had lost everything due to her father’s gambling habit, a long-standing source of shame that had kept her parents from venturing out in public for years.

  She hadn’t been able to take her eyes off Gabriel that day. He’d been so vital. So alive. He and the horse had moved as one, with awesome athleticism and grace. But it had been the expression on his face that had caught her—so intense and focused.

  She’d overheard one of the opposing team say, ‘Hey, Torres, lighten up. It’s just a friendly game.’

  He’d said nothing, just glowered at the man. Leonora could remember feeling an ache near her heart, as if she’d wanted to soothe him somehow...make him smile.

  Which was ridiculous.

  She became aware of the hubbub in the ballroom. Of the hundreds of eyes looking at her. And suddenly she came out of her reverie and back into the present moment. A moment that was going to change her life for ever.

  A spurt of panic clutched at her gut and she breathed through it.

  She was doing this for her family. For Matías. She had no choice. She was their only hope of redemption.

  A light sweat broke out on her palms as she forced her gaze away from the man at the back of the room and found the man she should be looking at. Her fiancé. Lazaro Sanchez. He was devilishly handsome, with overlong dark blond hair and mesmerisingly unusual green eyes. Tall. He was almost as tall as—

  She shook her head briefly. No. She had to stop thinking about him. She was about to become engaged to this man. This man she hardly knew, if she was honest. They’d had some dates. She didn’t feel anything when she looked at him. Not like...him.