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  Table of Contents

  Betrayed

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Books by Melody Anne

  Prologue

  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

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Unexpected Treasure

  Betrayed

  Book Three in the Forbidden Series

  by Melody Anne

  Copyright

  © 2014 Melody Anne

  All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Printed and published in the United States of America.

  Published by Gossamer Publishing Company

  Editing by Alison

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to Sage. Thank you for making my dad’s life so much better. You bring him joy and happiness. You’re a loving, wonderful person, and I’m glad to know you and love you.

  Books by Melody Anne

  BILLIONAIRE BACHELORS

  *The Billionaire Wins the Game - iBooks

  *The Billionaire’s Dance - iBooks

  *The Billionaire Falls - iBooks

  *The Billionaire’s Marriage Proposal - iBooks

  *Blackmailing the Billionaire - iBooks

  *Runaway Heiress - iBooks

  *The Billionaire’s Final Stand - iBooks

  *Unexpected Treasure - iBooks

  *Hidden Treasure - iBooks

  *Holiday Treasure – - iBooks

  BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE

  +The Tycoon’s Revenge - iBooks

  +The Tycoon’s Vacation - iBooks

  +The Tycoon’s Proposal - iBooks

  +The Tycoon’s Secret - iBooks

  +The Lost Tycoon - iBooks

  RISE OF THE DARK ANGEL

  -Midnight Fire – Rise of the Dark Angel – Book One - iBooks

  -Midnight Moon – Rise of the Dark Angel – Book Two - iBooks

  -Midnight Storm – Rise of the Dark Angel – Book Three - iBooks

  -Midnight Eclipse – Rise of the Dark Angel – Book Four – Coming Soon

  SURRENDER

  =Surrender – Book One - iBooks

  =Submit – Book Two - iBooks

  =Seduced – Book Three - iBooks

  =Scorched – Book Four - iBooks

  FORBIDDEN SERIES

  +Bound – Book One - iBooks

  +Broken – Book Two – iBooks Coming December 15th

  HEROES SERIES

  -Safe in his arms – Novella – Baby it’s Cold Outside Anthology – iBooks Releases October, 2014

  -Her Unexpected Hero – Book One – iBooks Releases Feb 28th 2015

  -Who I am with you – Novella – iBooks Coming soon

  -Her Hometown Hero – Book Two – Releases June 2015

  -Following Her – Novella – Releases Sept 14th 2015

  -Her Forever Hero – Releases Feb 2016

  TAKEN BY A TRILLIONAIRE SERIES

  -Ruth Cardello, Melody Anne, and J.S. Scott – Releases May 2015

  Prologue

  McKenzie flipped off her blankets with an angry shove, thrust her feet into her slippers, and blindly reached for her robe. Then she stomped through her house until she made it to the front door. The loud pounding continued unabated. It was what had woken her up and put her in such a terrible mood.

  “Go away!” she shouted through the door. She didn’t give a damn who was knocking. It was two in the morning, and she wasn’t about to invite the ill-mannered person in.

  “I’m not leaving until we talk!” a man shouted right back at her.

  She froze, suddenly almost overcome by fear. But no. She was McKenzie Beaumont, dammit, and she didn’t frighten easily.

  “I’m calling the police,” she growled.

  “Fine with me. The chief is a personal friend,” he said with just enough arrogance that he might be telling the truth.

  “Who are you?” she asked, her voice much less angry. Despite her bravado, the fear had returned in spades, and a shiver ran down her spine.

  “Byron Knight!” he shouted back.

  “Byron?” She opened the small window that would show her who was standing on her doorstep. She was shocked to see that it was Byron, Blake Knight’s brother. “What in the world are you doing on my doorstep at this time of morning?” she asked.

  Then she started to panic. What if something had happened to Blake? Or to Jewell? Without thinking, she unlocked the door and thrust it open. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

  Though she’d seen the man only a few times before, he took her open door as an invitation and walked right inside.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked again.

  “I have a question for you, Ms. Beaumont,” he said, and that’s when she smelled the alcohol on his breath and noticed the narrowed eyes.

  She never should have opened her door. She knew Blake, but that didn’t mean she knew his brother.

  “Just ask your question and then get the hell out of my house,” she said, thrusting her shoulders back as she got ready to do battle. She had been to hell and back more than once. There was no way this man was going to intimidate her.

  “Just who do you think you are?” he said menacingly.

  “I’m sorry, Byron, but you’re going to have to be a little bit more specific than that,” she said, placing her hands on her hips.

  “You think you can mess with people’s lives and get away with it. Well, I’m here to prove you wrong.”

  McKenzie stumbled back a step when he started stalking her, and then she was up against a wall with his arms caging her in.

  “If you touch me, I’ll press charges,” she warned him.

  “Oh, McKenzie, you will soon learn I’m not one of the timid little men you’re used to dealing with.”

  And then he lowered his head to meet hers.

  Chapter One

  Three Months Later

  McKenzie locked the front door for the last time and took a deep breath. She wasn’t a weak woman or prone to tears — not ever — and closing this door meant opening another one. But … She was still walking away from a building and a career that had changed her life.

  For the better.

  Most people would say that career had been immoral, had enslaved women, and catered to the whims of the worst sort of men. She had to disagree. McKenzie had been on the wrong
side of a sick man’s lust once, and she’d built her business on saving women, not enslaving them.

  Her deep desire to rebuild herself had consumed her for years after what her first love had done to her. It was hard to shake the trauma of that time in her life. But…no. She shook her head to clear away the horrid thoughts of her past. She wouldn’t go there, wouldn’t think of those awful days, those days when she hadn’t been able to look in a mirror for fear of what she would see looking back at her.

  Everyone thought she was experienced, a woman of the world, and that’s what she wanted them to see. Cool, calm, and collected, untouched by anything. But she’d truly been to hell and back. More importantly, she was still surviving the ride she’d been on for fifteen years. And now a new chapter in her life was opening.

  She’d said her goodbye’s last week, and a part of her would mourn for a long time to come, but a part of her was now free. She tried to suppress the guilt that thought brought to her, but it had been fifteen years, and it was time to let go.

  “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, McKenzie. What’s your next adventure?”

  McKenzie turned to look at the real estate agent who had helped her sell the building. She was a nice woman in her early thirties, a woman who’d never had a hard day in her life. But then again, how did McKenzie know that? Just because the woman wore a pale blue suit and a small silver barrette in her hair, that didn’t mean she was as nice or as happy or as innocent as she looked. She could have a drawer — or a toybox — full of whips and chains in her apartment, and her fantasies could be of tying men up like dogs and making them bark.

  Everyone had secrets. It was only a matter of time before others discovered them.

  “With the profit I’ve made from this sale, I’ll be able to complete setting up the accounting firm I’ve been wanting to open for the past three years, since I finished my degree,” McKenzie replied.

  Shirley laughed. “Accounting, huh? I wouldn’t have taken you for the type to sit behind a desk and pore over numbers all day long. As busy as you always are, how did you manage to complete a degree?”

  Nosy woman, McKenzie thought, but that’s not what she said. “I started by taking night classes, then when my work here was more busy in the evening, I took classes at the community college in the day. It took some extra time, but I discovered I have a real knack for numbers.”

  “Well, I say that you’re far too beautiful to hide in a windowless room,” the agent said with another laugh.

  “Ah, but looks can be deceiving,” McKenzie told her with a wink. “And trust me, I will have plenty of windows. I like the freedom of opening them and feeling a breeze, even in this rainy area.” She handed the woman the keys and turned to lead them both to the parking area behind the building.

  “Yes, looks aren’t always what they appear,” Shirley said.

  That laugh again. It was delicate but oddly pointed. McKenzie began to think she might be right about Shirley. Not so innocent at all.

  The two women made it to their cars, shook hands, and parted ways. As McKenzie drove off, she knew she wouldn’t have contact with Shirley again. She wasn’t a girl-bonding kind of gal. As a matter of fact, the only woman she’d become close to since she was a teenager was Jewell Weston. Or Jewell Knight, to use her new name.

  It had taken McKenzie a while, but she’d now admit that Jewell was a friend. Most certainly. And she smiled at the thought, but her lips quickly turned down into a frown. When she’d met Jewell in that cold, rat-infested building last year, McKenzie had thought she’d been saving the young woman.

  Had she known at the time that Jewell was so innocent — a virgin in fact, and an idealistic one — she never would have brought her to Relinquish Control. Luckily, it had all turned out well, for Jewell at least, since she was now married to a wonderful man — well, a recently changed and now wonderful man. Plus, Jewell was now three months pregnant, and McKenzie had never seen her happier.

  Not only didn’t McKenzie get into girl bonding in the usual way, but she’d never been a baby type of gal, either. She’d never wanted to hold them, had never felt her biological clock ticking, and had never wanted a white picket fence, kids, pets, and the whole American Dream. Some said that made her abnormal. She chose to believe that it made her focused on what really mattered.

  But she couldn’t deny that she was excited at the thought of meeting Jewell and Blake’s first child. He or she was surely going to be as beautiful as the two of them were. McKenzie had even found herself shopping with Jewell for baby clothes the week before.

  They had run into Byron.

  That memory sent a shudder through her just as she pulled up to a red light. She hit her brake pedal a little too hard, locking her seatbelt against her and making her unable to move for a moment.

  “Byron Knight,” she growled.

  That man had been running through her brain constantly for the past three months — hell, he’d taken up shop there — ever since the night he’d shown up at her door, accused her of ruining his brother’s life, kissed her senseless, and then disappeared as quickly as he’d come in.

  She’d been furious when the whole disaster began, and she’d even lifted up her phone to call the police. When he started kissing her, her first impulse was to claw his eyes out. Then, after a few seconds, she’d melted against him. When he pulled back, the cocky look in his eyes — the arrogant bastard! — had made her claws come out again. But before she could strike, he was gone.

  She hadn’t seen him again until last week, and the look in his eyes when their gazes collided had sent strange sensations traveling up and down her spine. Absurd. Why was this man even a blip on her radar, let alone at the controls of what she felt? And what were these feelings?

  No, she wasn’t a fool. She knew that people enjoyed sex. Some of her “ladies” had even told her that they didn’t always have to fake their orgasms when they were on the job. But for McKenzie, her one and only sexual partner had been…horrific. She shuddered even thinking about it.

  But why was she thinking of Byron Knight and sex in the same sentence? Just because his kiss had heated her blood didn’t mean a thing. She’d been around overconfident men for years, and they did nothing for her.

  Byron Knight made no difference in her life, and he never would. Though she might be a friend of the intolerable man’s sister-in-law, McKenzie would run into him only rarely. Certainly not at her new accounting business, which would open its doors on Monday.

  He wouldn’t know where those offices were, and a man in his income range would have no need for an accountant like her. Big boys like him swam in another pool altogether. With any luck she’d never see him again. So what if she was attracted to the man — where had that come from? She hated herself for feeling that way.

  Out of sight, out of mind. That was her philosophy. If she didn’t see him, didn’t think about him, didn’t talk about him, then she would soon forget about him. It wasn’t as if he were hanging out with Jewell — he rarely showed up at Jewell and Blake’s place. So McKenzie was just fine.

  The stoplight changed to green — finally — and she made it to her street, pulled into the driveway, and walked inside her home. It didn’t matter how many times she shut and locked her front door. When she turned and looked at her modest living room, peace washed through her.

  It was her house, a house that she’d paid for completely. No bank could come and take it away like they had her mother’s home.

  Yes, McKenzie’s life had been difficult, but the baptism by fire — okay, baptisms in the plural — had made her stronger. She was who she was because nothing had been handed to her. She was strong and independent and there wasn’t anything she couldn’t do.

  It was time to put the finishing touches on her business plan. Next week, her life would change forever.

  Chapter Two

  I think we’re officially in the black.”

  McKenzie took a break from staring at her computer screen
and looked up at the smiling face of her business partner, Zach Sinclair. It really was too bad that she wasn’t attracted to the man. He was intelligent — one of the most intelligent men she knew, actually — and he could make her laugh. On top of that, he was single.

  Didn’t matter. She felt nothing but friendship for the fellow. Maybe she was broken. She was twenty-nine years old, hadn’t been in a serious relationship for ten years, and hadn’t been interested in being in one, either.

  There were plenty of men who had asked her out, but she turned them away. Her ex, whose very name still turned her stomach, had left quite a mark on her. She didn’t need a psychoanalyst to tell her that, and knowing when and how she’d been messed up couldn’t change how she felt.

  Oh, yes. They were in the black. “Did you ever doubt we would be?” she asked.

  “No. But most businesses don’t make a profit in the first two months. It usually takes years,” he replied as he propped himself on the edge of her desk. Their doors had been open officially for two months this coming Friday, and business was good — or better than she had pictured at this point.

  “That’s why we save for the rainy days, Zach. But we still bust our asses so we don’t have to rely on those savings.”

  “Well, don’t get too excited, sweetheart. We’re only in the black by a very small margin. We need to land more clients pronto.”

  “We’re new. It will take time for big clients to trust us, and to feel that we are not only competent, but better than all the other accounting firms. Until then, we have a lot to smile about, though, because we already have ten full-time employees and six part-timers. We’re doing better than most.”

  “Yes, that’s true. And I have meetings with potential clients every day this week.”

  “I was afraid to take on a partner, Zach — you know that. But you’ve given me reason to hope that some of you men are actually worth trusting.”

  “Ah, coming from you, that’s a real compliment,” he replied. “And we meshed well when I was your teacher in college. I knew three years ago that you were going places. I’m glad you took me up on the offer to open this place. We’re going to be the finest accounting firm in all of Seattle.”