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Forever Be Mine

Forever Be Mine

Author:Lauren Smith

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Introduction
What’s love got to do with it?Her life was a Tina Turner song. Celia Lynton had been told her entire life that she couldn’t marry for love, marriage should be a business agreement, poor men were only after the family fortune, blah, blah, blah. But now, there is no fortune. There’s only debt, and an urgency to find a way to pay her younger brother’s tuition at a school that can tend to his special needs. So yeah, there’s going to be a marriage. One of convenience. Just like her parents wanted. She’ll marry a future Scottish earl—a very rich future earl—and her brother will get to attend school. There’s just one problem: Celia is in love with another man.You can’t always get what you want.His life was a Rolling Stones song. Carter Martin has loved Celia since they were kids. Never mind he’s too quiet, too studious for someone who lights up a room when she smiles, add to that his father works for her family. Being the son of the “help,” he could never be good enough for her. So he’s work
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The last thing in the world Celia Lynton wanted to do was attend a garden party at her uncle's English estate, but it was a matter of life or death. At least, it felt like it was. If she'd had her way, she would have been catching a late matinee at the nearest theater or tucked away in the corner of a cozy coffee shop reading a book.

Instead, she was living out some Jane Austen fantasy, minus the historical clothes, of course. It was 2019 after all, but bloody hell, all those men and women wandering around tea tables, gossiping about one another and the state of England—it was definitely not how she wanted to spend her day.

Her uncle, the Earl of Pembroke, was a powerful player in the English political climate, especially in the House of Lords. Being at this party was crucial for her family. Just a few months ago, her father had lost their entire fortune in a poor investment. Recently, they'd moved into a tiny cottage on her uncle's estate, and the life she and her younger brother, Matthew, had been accustomed to have vanished overnight. This party offered her a chance to help her family, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

She'd managed to escape the party for a few minutes and now lingered in the doorway to one of the many guest rooms at her uncle's country manor house. She watched her brother scribble away in a notebook, muttering softly to himself.

She was here for him and she was about to sacrifice everything for him. She loved Matthew, and as his older sister, it was her duty to look out for him. He was only fifteen, but he was a genius when it came to science and mathematics. However, he had problems. For the longest time they'd struggled to understand why he was doing so poorly in other subjects and why he had trouble socializing with others. They'd recently learned that he was on the autism spectrum—high functioning, and he aslo suffered from dyslexia and other issues.

"Matthew, are you coming down to the party?" she asked quietly.

Her brother shook his head. His gold hair glowing in the afternoon sunlight as it poured through the tall bay windows, making him look so young. But he was fifteen, a young man, no longer a child. Matthew sat at an antique desk, several textbooks spread out before him, completely lost in a world of numbers and equations. A small smile graced Celia's lips, but her heart ached. He was the reason she was about to do something that would change her life forever. Something she would forever keep a secret from him because she never wanted him to feel guilty.

Somewhere in the midst of the party was a handsome twenty—seven year old Scottish man named Callum Radcliffe. She'd met him a decade ago at one of these garden parties, and they'd formed a deep friendship. Today, he would propose to her. And even though she didn't love him, even though she burned for another, she would say yes.

Matthew had been removed from Eton College when he'd gotten into a fight with a few of the boys there who'd been bullying him because of his autism and dyslexia. The fight had been bad enough but one of the boys Matthew had quarreled with was the son of an influential viscount who was a generous donor to Eton. Matthew therefore was asked to leave. The real problem was that what Matthew needed, a school which focused heavily on math and science, her family could no longer afford. While the National Health Service in England paid for medical care and students could attend free state schools, Matthew had been accepted to a special academy that had a steep tuition not covered by the National Health Service.

Ravenswood Academy was a school which specialized in math and science fields and they offered even better specialists to help with Matthew's issues than Eton did. It was just the sort of place which could offer Matthew the type of education which would get him into Cambridge and connected with the right people who valued his special abilities in math and science. They had offered Matthew a spot starting in just two months, but her parents could no longer afford the tuition.

Celia had hoped her new position in London at Morton & Ridings Architecture would have provided enough to pay for Matthew's schooling, but she was a new hire with a entry—level salary. In fact, she was convinced she'd only been hired because of her social connections with no consideration towards her talent as an architect.

Much had changed so quickly. Between losing their family home and worrying about how to pay for Ravenswood, their world had been completely altered, and not even her uncle, who had given them the run of the tiny three—bedroom cottage on his estate, could be confided in for this particular problem.

Uncle Edward had stepped in and paid off the massive debts her father had accumulated and saved them from facing lawsuits and creditors. But his generosity could only stretch so far. Neither Celia nor her parents wanted to ask him to pay for Matthew's tuition. Besides her parents were too busy keeping up appearances and trying to see if their social connections might pay off in some way. But it seemed the only way Celia could help was by marrying Callum. As the next in line to an earldom, he needed to marry well and have at least one son.

Celia cringed at the thought of what she and Callum had secretly agreed to. A marriage of convenience. It was still commonplace in parts of Britain's upper society, but she'd never expected to be involved in such an arrangement. Callum was sweet, good looking, and ready to help fund Matthew's schooling. Although they were good friends, he didn't love her and could never love her, not in that way. His partner, Bryson Verne, was still a secret he kept from his parents, but one he'd have to give up. Even though the queen's cousin had recently married his partner, Callum feared his parents wouldn't accept him for who he truly was.

He loved his parents, loved his home, and he knew his duty. If he didn't produce an heir, the estate would someday pass on to a distant cousin he barely knew. So a month ago he and Celia had come up with a plan. They would get married. Matthew's education would be assured, and Callum could do right by his family and position. All Celia had to do was produce an heir…

She cleared her throat, ignoring the uncomfortable tightness that threatened to choke her. "Matthew?"

"Hmm?" Her little brother didn't bother looking up from his studies. He didn't hear the laughter and music coming through the windows. Or if he did, he didn't care.

"The party," she reminded him gently. "Try to come for at least a few minutes. Tristan and Carter would love to see you."

"It's very loud. I don't like it."

"You can go to the garden. It's quieter there."

"Okay…" Matthew's distracted reply told her that he would forget about the party as soon as Celia left the room. With a sigh, she left him to his world of numbers and went to rejoin the party. She paused halfway down the stairs, looking out of the tall window that faced the gardens beyond. Her heart stopped.

Strolling at the edge of the crowd was a tall blond—haired man wearing a navy—blue suit that clung to him like a second skin. His leonine grace and exquisite masculine features drew the eye of every woman in sight. Heads actually turned as he walked toward Uncle Edward's house and then stopped at the end of the crowd, keeping himself slightly distant from the other guests.

Carter Martin.

Her heart skipped a painful beat. She pressed a hand to the glass, feeling the sun warm her palm as her soul shook deep inside her. Carter was the man she'd always imagined being with before she fell asleep every night. His arms wrapped around her, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered good night before she slipped into the most perfect dreams. She'd known him for as long as she could remember, but he was the son of her uncle's steward for the Pembroke estate and worked as a junior steward. That made things impossible.

Her uncle would forbid the two of them becoming involved, and her parents certainly wouldn't allow it. And if they had chosen to sneak around, he could have lost his job, possibly his father as well, their chances of employment damaged forever. She could only imagine things ending badly for Carter, and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him.

There were bloody stupid, archaic, backward prejudices at play, but that didn't change the fact that she couldn't spend the rest of her life with him. Certainly not now, when her life was crumbling around her. Desperate as it was, Callum was the only way she could protect her brother, which meant she'd never know what it meant to be loved by Carter, never be the woman who won his wicked smiles or felt his body cover hers in a dark bedroom as passion burned hot and fiery between them.