was only reinforced a hundredfold when she found out the way her father had left his estate. 'I'm sure you worked my absence to your advantage,' she said, shooting him another embittered glare. 'I bet you sucked up to him every chance you could, all the while painting me as a silly little socialite with no sense of responsibility.'
'Your father didn't need me to point out how irresponsible you are,' he said with that annoying, trademark lip-curl. 'You do a fine job of that all by yourself. Your peccadilloes are splashed across the newspapers just about every week.'
Bella simmered with fury even though there was some truth in what he said. The press always targeted her, making her out to be a wild child with more money than sense. She only had to be in the wrong place at the wrong time for some ridiculous story to come out about her.
But things would be different soon.
Once she was married to Julian, the press would hopefully leave her alone. Her reputation would be spotless. 'I'd like to stay for a few days,' she said. 'I hope that won't inconvenience you?'
Those intriguing eyes glinted dangerously again. 'Are you asking me or telling me?'
Bella put on a beseeching expression, her hatred of him tightening her spine until she could feel every knob of her vertebrae. It was positively galling to have to ask for permission to stay at her childhood home. That was one of the reasons she had turned up unannounced. She'd figured he might not be able to turn her away with the household staff looking on. 'Please, Edoardo, may I stay for a few days?' she asked. 'I won't get in your way. I promise.'
'Do the press know where you are?' he asked.
'No one knows where I am,' she said. 'I don't want anyone to find me. That's why I came here. No one would ever dream of finding me here with you.'
His chiselled jaw was locked like a vice, a muscle on the left side moving in and out like a tiny heart beating under the skin. 'I've a good mind to send you on your way.'
Bella pushed her bottom lip out. 'It's about to snow again,' she said. 'What if I run off the road or something? My death would be on your hands.'
'You can't just turn up here and expect the red carpet to be rolled out for you,' he said with a look of stern disapproval. 'You could at least have called and asked if it was all right to stay. Why didn't you?'
'Because you would have said no,' Bella said. 'What's the problem with me staying a few days? I won't get in your way.'
The muscle tapped a little harder in his jaw. 'I don't want a bunch of voyeurs lurking about the place,' he said. 'As soon as the paparazzi turn up, you can pack your bags and leave. Got it?'
'Got it,' Bella said, inwardly seething at his overbearing manner. What did he think she was going to do - call a press conference? She wanted to escape all that and lie low until Julian came back. She didn't want any more scandals in her life.
'And nor will I tolerate you bringing friends here to party all hours of the day and night,' he said, drilling her with his diamond-hard gaze. 'Understood?'
Bella gave him her best 'I'll be good' face. 'No parties.'
'I mean it, Bella,' he said. 'I'm working on a big project just now. I don't want to be distracted.'
'All right, already. I get it,' she said, flashing an irritated gaze. 'So what's the big important project? Is she female? Is she currently sleeping over? I wouldn't want to cramp your style or anything.'
'I'm not going to discuss my private life with you,' he said. 'Before I know it, you'd be spilling all to the press.'
Bella wondered who his latest lover was, but there was no way she was going to ask. Asking would imply she was interested. She didn't want him thinking she spent any time at all musing over what he was doing and whom he was doing it with. He mostly kept his private life exactly that - private. His enigmatic, unknowable nature made him a target for the paparazzi but somehow he managed to keep his head below the parapet. Whereas Bella couldn't seem to step outside her house in Chelsea without attracting a camera flash from the lurking paparazzi, who always painted her as a professional party girl