The Billionaire's Prize

A bride for the billionaire...

Dea Caraccilo spent her whole life feeling inferior to her twin sister—never more so than when she first met billionaire Guido Rossano... Since then, Dea’s worked hard to put her old self behind her, and to see life from a glass-half-full perspective!

For Guido, enchanting Dea is the one that got away. So when an unexpected encounter throws them together again, Guido seizes his chance like the ruthless billionaire businessman he is! But can he win the only prize worth having: feisty, secretly vulnerable Dea as his wife?

His eyes pierced hers. “You really don’t have any idea what you do to a man, do you? I’m going to kiss you so you’ll find out.”

Guido’s intensity shook her, and then his head descended and his mouth closed over hers. Enveloped in heat, she felt his hands roam over her back and hips, urging her closer so she could feel every hard muscle and sinew in his body.

Though Dea had been with a few men who’d wanted to kiss her passionately, she hadn’t fully reciprocated. Something had always held her back...until now.

This was different. Guido was different.

The feel of his mouth slowly devouring hers created such divine sensations she felt like she’d been born for this moment and couldn’t get enough.

“Guido...” she gasped in pleasure as he drew her into a wine-dark rapture.

She clung to him. They were moving and breathing like they were a part of each other. Emotions greater than she could describe had taken over now that Guido had swept her into his arms.

The Billionaire’s Prize

Rebecca Winters

www.millsandboon.co.uk

REBECCA WINTERS lives in Salt Lake City, Utah. With canyons and high alpine meadows full of wildflowers, she never runs out of places to explore. They, plus her favorite vacation spots in Europe, often end up as backgrounds for her romance novels—because writing is her passion, along with her family and church. Rebecca loves to hear from readers. If you wish to email her, please visit her website at www.cleanromances.com.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Title Page

About the Author

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

Extract

Copyright

PROLOGUE

DEA CARACCIOLO STOOD inside the grand dining hall of the castle on Posso Island. She was ready to flee now that she’d done her part during the wedding ceremony of her twin sister, Alessandra, and Rinieri Montanari.

“Darling? Why are you here by the doors?”

Oh, no. She turned her head in surprise. “Mamma.”

“I still need to be in line to greet the guests and would like you to go sit with Guido and his parents.”

Dea didn’t think she could bear it. “Please don’t make me.”

“But you’re the maid of honor. Your father and I are depending on you to entertain the best man and his family. Alessandra says they love Rini, and Signor Rossano has spoken highly of you since the night you were a model in the fashion show on his yacht. Come on. I’ll walk you over to their table.”

The mention of the yacht increased her agony, but this was one situation Dea couldn’t get out of. Somehow she would have to endure Guido’s company for a few more minutes.

During the wedding ceremony they’d gone through the motions to be civil to each other in order to carry out their duties, but he’d hardly looked at her and she knew why. He couldn’t help but have a low opinion of her since that night on the yacht when she’d made the worst blunder of her life with Rini in front of Guido. He probably assumed she was still in love with her new brother-in-law.

The situation couldn’t be uglier, but her mother expected her to be gracious for a little while longer. When they approached the table, Guido and his father got to their feet before inviting her to sit down.

Guido’s mother was a lovely woman and Dea tried to concentrate on her once they started to eat. “My sister told me about your generous gift to her and Rini.”

“We thought they should honeymoon on our yacht to get away from everyone else. Alessandra is perfectly charming, and Rini’s a favorite of ours.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“I have to say, you looked so beautiful the night of the fashion show,” Signora Rossano continued. “But tonight you’re even more beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“It’s only the truth,” a smiling Signor Rossano interjected. “Don’t you think so, Guido?”

His son put down his champagne glass. “Papà? As you well know, Signorina Caracciolo has most of the Italian male population at her feet.”

His father nodded with satisfaction. “That is true.”

To his parents’ ears, Guido’s comment must have sounded like a supreme compliment. But the choice of the word most let Dea know he didn’t include himself in that particular population.

“Signor Rossano, the other models and I were amazed you would allow your yacht to be used for a fashion show backdrop. It was a great thrill for them and they’re hoping you’ll offer it again.”

“I wouldn’t count on it for another year,” Guido murmured out of his father’s hearing, sounding turned off by her comment. She hadn’t meant that she included herself in those who hoped to wangle another invitation. But no doubt Guido had assumed as much. She shouldn’t have said anything at all.

Feeling more and more uncomfortable, she almost gasped with relief when her aunt Fulvia came over to the table and asked her if she’d like to say goodbye to the Archbishop of Taranto, who’d married her sister and Rini. It was a great honor and Dea excused herself with as much grace as she could muster before clinging to her aunt’s arm. Her mother’s only sister had saved her from further embarrassment and she would always be grateful.

CHAPTER ONE

One year later

“SIGNORA PARMA IS expecting you. Walk back through the doors to her workshop.”

Dea Caracciolo thanked the receptionist and headed for the inner sanctum of the world-renowned Italian opera-costume designer. The only reason Dea had been given this privilege was because her aunt Fulvia and Juliana Parma were such close friends.

Though Dea had met Juliana and her husband on many occasions at her aunt’s southern Italian castello in Taranto, this particular meeting wasn’t social and the outcome—good or bad—would rest entirely on Dea’s shoulders.

The sought-after redheaded designer in her late sixties stood surrounded by her staff, giving orders to one and all in her flamboyant style. When she saw Dea, she motioned her to come closer and clapped her hands.

“Everyone?” Their eyes fastened on Dea. “You’ve all known Dea Loti as Italy’s leading fashion model. She’s actually Princess Dea of the Houses of Caracciolo and Taranto and the niece of my dear friend Princess Fulvia Taranto. But while she’s here working with me during her spring-semester designer course at the Accademia Roma, you will call her Dea and accord her every courtesy.”

Dea was so surprised she blurted, “You mean you’re willing to take me on without talking to me about it first?”

“Of course. Fulvia has told me everything I need to know, so I called the head of your department and asked them to send you to me.”

Dear Fulvia. Dea loved her so much. “I can hardly believe this is happening.”

“Believe it! You’re even more beautiful than the last time we were together. Imagine if you were a soprano in the opera too—you would have every tenor in the world dying of love for you.”

Heat filled Dea’s cheeks. “How awful.” Once upon a time Dea would have liked to hear a compliment like that, but not since she’d been in therapy to help her get on the road to real happiness.

Juliana chuckled. “Come in my private office.”

The others smiled as she followed the older woman into a small cluttered room that still managed to be tidy. Dea handed her a small bouquet of roses.

“What’s this?”

“A token of my gratitude that you even agreed to meet with me.”

“Grazie, Dea.” She inhaled the perfume from the flowers. “Heavenly. Fulvia must have told you how much I love pink roses.”

“I remember your husband giving you some after the opera a year ago.”

“You’re a very sweet and observant young woman. You’re going to go far in this business. I feel it in my bones.”

Sweet? That wasn’t a word one would apply to the Dea of the past. The old Dea was too self-absorbed. She’d learned a lot about herself in therapy. The new Dea was working on thinking about others.

Juliana put the flowers in a bowl and sank into the chair behind her desk. “Sit down, my dear.” Dea did her bidding. “What’s this news that you’ve given up modeling?”

“It’s true. I did one show at the end of last semester, but my goal is to become a period costume designer for the opera, like you. As you know, I’ve loved costume design from the time I was a child. You have no idea how excited I am to work with an expert like you and learn all I can. It’s a great privilege.”

Juliana’s brown eyes sparkled. “You’re going to love the project I’m winding up now. It’s the costuming for Don Giovanni, which will go into production the third week of May. I’d like to hear your comments on this new sketch for Donna Elvira.” She thrust a rendering into Dea’s hands.

Don Giovanni was one of Dea’s favorite operas. But the second she saw the drawing, she shot Juliana a glance. “Don’t you mean Donna Anna?”

A smile broke the corner of Juliana’s mouth. “Bravo, Dea. Nothing gets past you. This costume is indeed meant for a younger woman. I’ve always known you to have a discerning eye. In fact I remember the fashion shows you used to put on at the castello with your sister when you were little. They were delightful and, in some instances, brilliant!”

Brilliance was a quality one attributed to Alessandra, not Dea. The unexpected compliment sent a curl of warmth through her body. Juliana handed her another drawing from a pile on her desk. “Here is a first draft of the costume for Donna Elvira that she’ll wear in the dark courtyard scene. One of the staff worked it up.”

Dea studied it for a few minutes. Her brows formed a frown.

Juliana chuckled. “Don’t be afraid to tell me exactly what you think. I’ve always admired your honesty.”

Coming from Juliana, that kind of praise meant a great deal.

“In my mind this gown is too frivolous and doesn’t reveal her true character. I see Donna Elvira as a mature woman who’s ahead of her time. She’s hurt and outraged with Don Giovanni for his abandoning her. I’d like to see her gown toned down to convey that she’s anything but a fool. She’s been on a mission to find him.”

“I agree completely. Bring me your version by tomorrow at 11:00 a.m.” She took back the drawing and rose to her feet. “That’s all the time I can give you for now.”

“Mille ringraziamenti, signora.”

“Juliana, per favore.”

Dea rushed around the desk to give her a kiss on the cheek. “I’m more grateful than you know for this opportunity.”

After saying those words, she left the building and took a taxi back to her apartment. Located in the heart of Rome, the elegant complex she lived in was in walking distance of the Pantheon and the Piazza Navona. It had been home to her for quite a while. She loved the ancient street, which was over five hundred years old, with its dozens of wonderful shops. On this particular Monday, the lovely April weather matched her lightened mood.

Once she’d eaten lunch she would get to work designing a gown already forming in her mind. But first she needed to make an important phone call to her aunt, who’d made this unexpected meeting with Juliana possible.

When the older woman answered, Dea said, “Zia Fulvia?”

“Dea, how wonderful to hear from you! Your mother is here with me. I’ll put the phone on speaker so we can both talk to you.”

“Mamma?”

“Darling. I’ve been anxious to hear from you.”

Her heart pounded with excitement. “Guess what? Juliana called my department at the Accademia and has taken me on. I’ve been given my first assignment. And it’s all thanks to you, Fulvia.”

“Juliana wouldn’t have offered to help you if she didn’t already think you could do the job. When you break out on your own one day, your résumé will be worth its weight in gold because you’ll have worked under her tutelage.”

“I know that and I’m so thrilled! It’s all because of you that I’m finally going to fulfill my dream! Now I’ve got to prove myself.”

“I have no doubt of it.”

“Neither do I,” her mother said. “I don’t think I’ve heard you this happy in years!”

Tears stung Dea’s eyes. “This is the beginning of my new life.”

“Your father’s going to be overjoyed with this news.”

“You’ve both given me wonderful advice and told me my future is out there waiting for me. Being able to work with Juliana, I know I’m going to find it!”

“Good for you, darling.”

“I love you and will call you later.”

She hung up, eager to get started on a design that would convince Juliana she hadn’t been wrong to do this enormous, unprecedented favor for Fulvia. Dea had meant it when she’d said this was the beginning of her new life.

While she’d been in therapy this last year, she’d been forced to dig deep into her psyche to understand what made her tick. She’d been given several assignments to work on: forget self, put other people first and be kind before blurting out something she’d regret, even if it was true.

But her assignment to let go of the pain of the past was easier said than done. She had to stop dwelling on the fact that her identical twin sister, Alessandra, had been the one to attract the gorgeous engineering magnate Rinieri Montanari, not Dea, in an incident that had brought on Dea’s emotional crisis.

She’d met Rini and his best friend Guido Rossano on board the fabulous Rossano yacht during a modeling assignment in Naples. Though Dea had been the first to meet Rini and had fallen for him on the spot—even kissing him passionately in front of Guido before saying good-night—Rini hadn’t been interested in her.

When she looked back on that now, she was mortified to imagine what Guido must have thought of her behavior. As for Rini, she’d never expected to see him again. But to her shock, he met Alessandra while he was on business in the south of Italy. That was all it took for the elusive bachelor to fall in love and marry her sister.

Dea had been crushed and her serious loss of confidence had required professional help. Through therapy it became clear that, among other things, she’d always been jealous of her sister’s intelligence and scholastic success. Alessandra had already written and published an important factual historical book on their ancestor Queen Joanna.

But it was her aunt Fulvia’s comment that had brought her up short and made her realize she needed help.

Dea Caracciolo, do you want to conquer every man you meet? What would you do with all of them? It’s not natural.

Her aunt had been right. It wasn’t natural. Despite Dea’s attempt to flirt with Rinieri, he hadn’t been drawn to her. Period.

Following her conversation with Fulvia and her mother, Dea had gotten counseling and had been going through a difficult, painful period of self-evaluation and remembered mistakes. Her darkest memory had involved Alessandra’s first love years earlier.

He’d pursued Dea. Part of her had felt guilty, yet another part had been flattered when he’d followed her back to Rome, where she was modeling at the time. But he’d turned out to be a man incapable of being faithful to any woman. A torturous time had followed for her and Alessandra. Only in the last year had they finally put the pain of that experience behind them and had become close in a new, honest way.

Still, trying to find one’s self was not an easy journey. Though being a top fashion model had initially brought her excitement and a lot of interest from men, in time Dea hadn’t found the fulfillment she craved in a career she’d always known couldn’t last forever.

As was brought out in therapy, those deep longings for inner contentment had eluded her. She knew she would have to change her focus if she was going to have a happy life like her parents, or like Alessandra, who was now ecstatically married and a new mother. Because of a soccer injury, Rini hadn’t been able to give her children, so they’d adopted little Brazzo. Dea couldn’t be happier for them.

After serious thought, she’d chosen to follow her natural inclination and make her way in a new direction that used her brain and God-given talents rather than her looks, but she was still filled with anxiety.

Forget self.

That’s what her brilliant underwater-archaeologist sister had done. In the process, she’d won a wonderful man and already had a family.

Somewhere out there, Dea’s prince existed. As her wise mother had promised her, “One day he’ll find you. In the meantime, work on finding yourself, darling.”

* * *

Friday afternoon Guido paused at the door of the soccer store adjoining his suite of offices in the Stadio Emanuele soccer stadium in Rome. “I’m leaving now, Sergio. As usual I’ll be back Sunday morning before the big game. Have a good weekend.”

“You too, boss.” His administrative assistant smiled because he thought he knew why, when he could, Guido spent every Friday night and Saturday away from Rome, unable to be reached by anyone. But Sergio would be dead wrong about the reason.

Guido eyed his spectacular soccer mate from the past, whose serious leg injury at the height of his game prevented him from ever competing again. Now that Guido was the owner of a minor national soccer team, he’d recruited Sergio to do a little of everything.

The man knew more about the ins and outs of the national soccer league than anyone. He not only ran their business and ticket sales with meticulous care, but he kept the museum and their soccer store stocked and profitable. On top of that, he handled the phones and kept out unexpected visitors unless they made appointments.

“How come you haven’t left already, Sergio? You work too hard. As far as I know you haven’t taken a break in months.” The man screened Guido’s incoming phone calls from the media, but most important, those from Guido’s hovering parents.

Being an only child, Guido realized they’d had a hard time accepting that he’d taken a year off from the Leonides Rossano Shipping Company to pursue an old soccer dream. Guido loved them and stayed in touch, but he’d felt smothered and enjoyed the freedom his new career was giving him away from the family business.

“Work saves me from my demons,” Sergio commented. Guido could relate to that. “Don’t you know there are tons of women calling here all the time after hours, or wanting to order stuff online? You’re still a poster hero with those who remember you winning those past championships.”

“Even after ten years?” Guido smiled wearily. “I leave all the fans to you. As I see it, you’ve been divorced long enough and need to find someone who can accept your passion for the sport. You had a big female following of your own.”

He scoffed. “That all ended after my marriage. I don’t think there is such a woman.”

Neither did Guido, but he kept that comment to himself. “Try to enjoy yourself this weekend.”

“I know you will,” Sergio fired back. “Go ahead and keep it to yourself, but you can’t tell me you don’t have a woman somewhere.”

Conversation over. “Ciao, Sergio,” he called to his friend before shutting the door.

There’d never been a lack of women for Guido. In his late teens he’d gotten into a serious relationship with one of the most popular girls at school, Carla, but over time he discovered she loved his celebrity status, not him. From that point on, he was wary of women.

The shock of learning she didn’t truly love him changed his perspective on the dating experience. After that, Guido continued to enjoy women, but he didn’t get into any more serious relationships. His soccer life had been so full, he’d put the idea of settling down out of his mind.

However, there’d been one woman over the last year who’d taken his breath and was still unforgettable. Dea Loti. Italy’s most famous model. Her lesser-known name was Dea Caracciolo.

He’d met her aboard his father’s yacht during a fashion show taped for television. It had been galling to realize she’d looked right through him in order to pursue his lifelong friend Rinieri Montanari, and it had aroused Guido’s jealousy.

That emotion was something that had never happened to Guido before. He’d tried to put it away because Rini was the best, but it still haunted him.

Guido left the stadium in his Lamborghini and headed straight for the airport. By dinnertime his private jet, with the logo of Scatto Roma—the name of his soccer team, which meant surge in Italian—landed at a private runway just outside Metaponto in Southern Italy. Rini would be waiting on the tarmac for him in the Jeep. They had a lot to catch up on.

Through a quirk of fate, his best friend had married Alessandra Caracciolo, Dea’s identical twin sister. Since the wedding, the couple had been spending part of the time at Rini’s villa in Positano and the rest of it at her family’s island castello.

Montanari Engineering, located in Naples, was now drilling for oil on Caracciolo land in Southern Italy, thus the reason for meeting Rini here on the island.

After learning his friend had become a father, Guido had invited Rini for a meal at his apartment in Rome. But this would be the first time Guido had been back to the island since Rini’s wedding to Alessandra when he’d been best man. They’d issued him many invitations to come, but Guido had turned them down, using business as the excuse. In reality, he didn’t want to take the chance of seeing Dea again.

By now it shouldn’t bother him that the woman who’d been so fascinated by Rini while they were on the Rossano yacht was none other than Alessandra’s sister. Dea had been her maid of honor. After the wedding ceremony, she’d sat down to dinner with Guido and his parents. While she talked to them, all he could see was her kissing Rini before saying good-night to him on board the yacht.

But that was a year ago. Time had passed and he knew her modeling career took her all over Italy. He was certain she wouldn’t be here at the castle. If Rini had mentioned otherwise, Guido wouldn’t have accepted the invitation.

As he exited the plane he could see Rini.

“Your team name is perfect,” his friend called out the window of the Jeep on the tarmac. “You are surging. Bravo.”

“Grazie.”

When Guido climbed in the Jeep, his first sight of his dark-haired friend said it all. “Fatherhood agrees with you. How is piccolo Brazzo?”

“He’s going to be a soccer player for sure.”

“I can’t wait to see him.”

“I’m sorry. Not this visit. He’s staying with my family at the villa in Positano so Alessandra and I can have our first weekend alone.”

“Lucky you.”

Rini had found great happiness in his marriage. Guido would give anything to feel that fulfilled. As he sat there, it came to him that he was envious of the happy-ever-after his friend Rini had achieved, a happy-ever-after Guido hadn’t thought he’d wanted himself all these years.