Three Brothers

But it mattered to him. Of course it did. And it mattered to Celia. She could feel her tears spilling over silently.

Lucas, her beautiful, brilliant, witty love, the father of her babies and the most incredible person she'd ever met, was the product of a rape.

He'd had to silently carry the grief of his birth for years.

No wonder the previous viscount had never shown him any fatherly affection. Lucas had been nothing but a reminder of how weak he'd been in the face of temptation.

And no wonder Lucas had always spoken bitterly about Tobin being King Aron's special only boy. Celia had always thought it was merely because he resented how the old king had dismissed Antony over the years.

But it was far more complicated than that.

Lucas had known he was Aron's son too. No matter how hard he worked or how able he proved himself, he'd known his real father would always ignore him.

And ignore him in favour of a less than mediocre youth.