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  She had to marry him.

  But she can choose to love him...

  Innocent Angelina must marry enigmatic Benedetto Franceschi, and she should be terrified—his previous six wives have vanished without a trace. But their electrifying chemistry forges a deep connection...

  Angelina’s composed demeanor belies a fierce spirit that Benedetto is inescapably, irresistibly drawn to. For so long, secluded in his luxurious castle, he’s believed himself as monstrous as the rumors make him out to be. But Angelina isn’t afraid. Can he match her courage to become the husband she deserves?

  USA TODAY Bestselling Author

  Dear Reader,

  I have always loved fairy tales.

  As a child I used to curl up with old books of fairy tales I found on the topmost out-of-reach shelves, hidden away from small hands because they weren’t the sweet goodness-and-light stories. I was drawn to the dark ones. The ones that didn’t always end happily, or without great sacrifice, left their mark on me.

  Over time, I found myself thinking a lot about those marks, and how to turn the darkest tales into something hopeful instead.

  The story of Bluebeard is dark. Sometimes known as the robber bridegroom, the nobleman in the tale has a habit of killing his wives, and the various stories about him can be read as cautionary tales. Sometimes the caution is against too much curiosity on the part of the doomed wives. Sometimes it’s a warning against trusting a rich and powerful man.

  Sounds like the beginning of a Harlequin Presents to me!

  This is my attempt to give Bluebeard—and his last and most courageous wife—the happy ending they deserve. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it!

  Happy reading!

  Caitlin

  Once Upon a Temptation

  Will they live passionately ever after?

  Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a billionaire—or eight! Each billionaire had riches beyond your wildest imagination. Still, they were each missing something: love. But the path to true love is never easy...even if you’re one of the world’s richest men!

  Inspired by fairy tales like Beauty and the Beast and Little Red Riding Hood, the Once Upon a Temptation collection will take you on a passion-filled journey of ultimate escapism.

  Fall in love with...

  Cinderella’s Royal Secret by Lynne Graham

  Beauty and Her One-Night Baby by Dani Collins

  Shy Queen in the Royal Spotlight by Natalie Anderson

  Claimed in the Italian’s Castle by Caitlin Crews

  Expecting His Billion-Dollar Scandal by Cathy Williams

  Taming the Big Bad Billionaire by Pippa Roscoe

  The Flaw in His Marriage Plan by Tara Pammi

  His Innocent’s Passionate Awakening by Melanie Milburne

  Caitlin Crews

  Claimed in the Italian’s Castle

  USA TODAY bestselling and RITA® Award–nominated author Caitlin Crews loves writing romance. She teaches her favorite romance novels in creative-writing classes at places like UCLA Extension’s prestigious Writers’ Program, where she finally gets to utilize the MA and PhD in English literature she received from the University of York in England. She currently lives in the Pacific Northwest with her very own hero and too many pets. Visit her at caitlincrews.com.

  Books by Caitlin Crews

  Harlequin Presents

  The Italian’s Pregnant Cinderella

  Conveniently Wed!

  My Bought Virgin Wife

  One Night With Consequences

  Secrets of His Forbidden Cinderella

  Secret Heirs of Billionaires

  Unwrapping the Innocent’s Secret

  Bound to the Desert King

  Sheikh’s Secret Love-Child

  The Combe Family Scandals

  The Italian’s Twin Consequences

  Untamed Billionaire’s Innocent Bride

  His Two Royal Secrets

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

  To the fairy-tale heroines who didn’t get to be princesses.

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  EXCERPT FROM EXPECTING HIS BILLION-DOLLAR SCANDAL BY CATHY WILLIAMS

  CHAPTER ONE

  This door you might not open, and you did;

  So enter now, and see for what slight thing

  You are betrayed... Here is no treasure hid,

  No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring

  The sought-for Truth, no heads of women slain

  For greed like yours, no writhings of distress;

  But only what you see... Look yet again:

  An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless.

  Yet this alone out of my life I kept

  Unto myself, lest any know me quite;

  And you did so profane me when you crept

  Unto the threshold of this room tonight

  That I must never more behold your face.

  This now is yours. I seek another place.

  —Edna St. Vincent Millay, Bluebeard

  HER SISTERS WERE in a dither.

  This was not an unusual state of affairs. Petronella and Dorothea Charteris had never met a molehill they couldn’t make into the Alps. Angelina, the younger sister they preferred to exclude from anything and everything, usually ignored them.

  But as Angelina slipped through the servants’ passageway this evening, racing to change for dinner after another long day of hiding from her family in this petri dish they called their home, she paused. Because she could hear the rise and fall of her sisters’ voices a little too well, and they weren’t discussing one of their usual topics—like why they were cruelly sequestered away in the family mausoleum as their youth and vitality slipped away...

  Because it never occurred to them to leave and make their own way, as Angelina planned to do, when they could sit at home and complain instead.

  “We shall be slaughtered in our sleep!” Petronella screeched.

  Angelina paused, there on the other side of the paper-thin wall of the drawing room, because that sounded extreme. Even for the notably dramatic Petronella.

  “It will be me, I am sure of it,” Dorothea pronounced in the trembling tones of an Early Christian Martyr. Her happy place, in other words. “He will spirit me away, and no. No, Petronella. Do not attempt to make this better.” Angelina could hear nothing that suggested Petronella had attempted anything of the kind. “It will be a sacrifice—but one I am prepared to make for the sake of our family!”

  Angelina blinked. Dorothea preferred to talk about sacrifices rather than make any, in her experience. What on earth was going on?

  Petronella wailed, then. Like a banshee—a sound she had spent a whole summer some years back perfecting, waking everyone round the clock with what their mother had icily called that caterwauling. That had been the summer Petronella had wanted to go on a Pilates retreat to Bali with the loose group of pointless women of indiscernible means she called friends—when she wasn’t posting competing selfies on social media. Petronella had claimed the screams had nothing at all to do with Papa’s refusal to fund her trip.

  “Everything is blood and pain, Dorothea!” she howled now. “We are doomed!”

  That sounded like the usual drama, so Angelina rolled her eyes. Then, conscious that time was passing and her happiness was directly related to remaining invisible to her stern mother, she hurried along the passage. She took the back stairs two at a time until she reached the family wing. Though it was less a wing and more the far side of the once great house that everyone pretended had not fallen into ruin.

  Charming, her mother liked to say stoutly whether or not anyone had asked. Historic.

  Angelina was well aware that in the village, they used other words. More appropriate words. Rundown, for example. She had once pretended not to hear the grocer’s wife refer to the once-proud Charteris family estate, nestled in what bits of the French countryside her father hadn’t sold off to pay his debts, as “that crumbling old heap.”

  Though it had never been made clear to her whether the woman referred to the house or Angelina’s father.

  Either way, while her sisters flounced about screaming and carrying on about everything from the lukewarm temperature of their thin soup at lunch to the lack of funds for the adventures they wished to take with their far flashier friends—because they wished to perform it on social media, not because they had an adventurous bone in either one of their bodies—Angelina had spent another pleasant afternoon practicing piano in the conservatory. A room not a single member of her family had been inside in the last decade, as far as she knew. Mostly because there was nothing there any longer. Just the old piano and Angelina, who far preferred the company of Bach, Mozart, and Beethoven to her sisters.

  She had nurtured grand dreams of leaving the family entirely and going off to Paris when she hit eighteen. Or anywhere at all, as long as it was elsewhere. But there had been no money for what her father had sniffed and called her “vanity project.”

  There had been money for Petronella’s Year of Yoga, as Angelina recalled. And for Dorothea’s “art,” which had been two years in Milan with nothing to show for it but some paint smudged on canvases, a fortune spent on wine and cafes, and a period of dressing in deeply dramatic scarves.

  But that was a long time ago. That was when Papa had still pretended he had money.

  “Of course there’s no money for you to play piano,” Dorothea had scoffed. “When Petronella and I have scrimped and saved these past years in the vain hope that Papa might throw us a decent debutante ball. Ironically, of course, but still.”

  Angelina had learned early on that it was better not to argue with her older sisters. That was a quick descent into quicksand and there was no getting out of it on one piece. So she had not pointed out the many problems with her eldest sister’s statement. First, that Dorothea was thirty and Petronella twenty-six—a bit long in the tooth for debutante balls, ironic or otherwise. And second, that there was no point in pronouncing oneself a debutante of any description when one was a member of a rather shabby family clinging desperately to the very outskirts of European high society, such as it was.

  Her sisters did not like to think of themselves as shabby. Or clingy, come to that.

  Even if it was obvious that the house and family were not in a decline. The decline had already happened and they were living in the bitter ashes that remained.

  She slipped into her bedchamber, staring as she always did at the water damage on her bare walls. Her ceiling. All the evidence of winters past, burst pipes, and no money to fix it. Her mother claimed that the family’s reliance on the old ways was a virtue, not a necessity. She waxed rhapsodic about fires in all the fireplaces to heat the house, no matter how cold it got in this part of France. She called it atmospheric. It is our preference, she would tell anyone who even looked as if they might ask. A family custom.

  But the truth was in the cold that never lifted in this place of stone and despair, not even in the summertime. The house was too old, too drafty. It was June now and still chilly, and the picked-bare rooms and stripped walls didn’t help. Slowly, ever so slowly, priceless rugs disappeared from the floors and paintings from their hooks. Family heirlooms no longer took pride of place in the echoing rooms.

  When asked, Mother would laugh gaily, and claim that it was high time for a little spring cleaning—even when it was not spring.

  The more time Papa spent locked up his office, or off on another one of those business trips he returned from looking grim and drawn, the more the house became a crumbling patchwork of what had once been a certain glory.

  Not that Angelina cared. She had her piano. She had music. And unlike her sisters, she had no interest at all in scaling the heights of society—whether that was bright young things who called themselves influencers, who Petronella desperately emulated, or the dizzy heights of the European once-nobles who turned Dorothea’s head.

  All she wanted to do was play her piano.

  It had been her escape as a child and it still was now. Though more and more she dreamed that it might also be her ticket out of this house. And away from these people she knew only through an accident of birth.

  She hurried into the bath attached to her chamber, listening for the comforting symphony of the leaking pipes. She wanted a bath, but the hot water was iffy and she’d spent too much time in the servants’ passage, so she settled instead for a brisk, cold wash in the sink.

  Because evening was coming on fast, and that meant it was time for the nightly charade.

  Mother insisted. The Charteris family might be disappearing where they stood, but Mother intended they should go out holding fast to some remnant of their former grandeur. That was why they maintained what tiny staff they could when surely the salaries should have gone toward Papa’s debts. And it was why, without fail, they were all forced to parade down to a formal dinner every evening.

  And Margrete Charteris, who in her youth had been one of the fabled Laurent sisters, did not take kindly to the sight of her youngest in jeans and a sweater with holes in it. Not to mention, Angelina thought as she stared in the mirror, her silvery blond hair wild and unruly around her and that expression on her face that the piano always brought out. The one Mother referred to as offensively intense.

  Rome could be burning in the drawing room and still Angelina would be expected to smile politely, wear something appropriate, and tame her hair into a ladylike chignon.

  She looked at herself critically in the mirror as she headed for the door again, because it was too easy to draw her mother’s fire. And far better if she took a little extra time now to avoid it.

  The dress she’d chosen from her dwindling wardrobe was a trusty one. A modest shift in a jacquard fabric that made her look like something out of a forties film. And because she knew it would irritate her sisters, she pulled out the pearls her late grandmother had given her on her sixteenth birthday and fastened them around her neck. They were moody, freshwater pearls, in jagged shapes and dark, changeable colors and sat heavily around her neck, like the press of hands.

  Angelina had to keep them hidden where none of her sisters, her mother, or Matrice, the sly and sullen housemaid, could find them. Or they would have long since been switched out, sold off, and replaced with paste.

  She smoothed down the front of her dress and stepped back out into the hallway as the clock began to strike the hour. Seven o’clock.

  This time, she walked sedately down the main hall and took the moldering grand stair to the main floor. She only glanced at the paintings that still hung there in the front hall—the ones that could not be sold, for they had so little value outside the Charteris family. There were all her scowling ancestors lined up in ornate frames that had perhaps once been real gold. And were now more likely spray painted gold, not even gilt.

  Angelina had to bite back laughter at the sudden image of her mother sneaking about in the middle of the night, spray painting hastily-thrown-together old frames and slapping the m up over all these paintings of her austere in-laws. Margrete was a woman who liked to make sweeping pronouncements about her own consequence and made up for her loss of her status with a commensurate amount of offended dignity. She would no more spray paint something than she would scale the side of the old house and dance naked around the chimneys.

  Another image that struck Angelina as hilarious.

  She was stifling her laughter behind her hand as she walked into the drawing room, just before the old clock stopped chiming.

  “Are you snickering?” Mother demanded coolly the moment Angelina’s body cleared the doorway. She looked up from the needlepoint she never finished, drawing the thread this way and that without ever completing a project. Because it was what gently bred women did, she’d told them when they were small. It wasn’t about completion, it was about succumbing to one’s duty—which, now she thought about it, had been the sum total of her version of “the talk” when Angelina left girlhood. “What a ghastly, unladylike sight. Stop it at once.”

  Angelina did her best to wipe her face clean of the offending laughter. She bowed her head because it was easier and dutifully went to take her place on the lesser of the settees. Her sisters were flung on the larger one opposite. Dorothea wore her trademark teal, though the dress she wore made her look, to Angelina’s way of thinking, like an overstuffed hen. Petronella, by contrast, always wore smoky charcoal shades, the better to emphasize her sloe-eyed, pouty-lipped beauty. None of which was apparent tonight, as her face looked red and mottled.

  That was Angelina’s first inkling that something might actually be truly wrong.

  “Have you told her?” Petronella demanded. It took Angelina a moment to realize she was speaking to their mother, in a wild and accusing tone that Angelina, personally, would not have used on Margrete. “Have you told her of her grisly fate?”

  Dorothea glared at Angelina, then turned that glare back on Petronella. “Don’t be silly, Pet. He’s hardly going to choose Angelina. Why would he? She’s a teenager.”

 
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