Just Rewards

BARBARA TAYLOR BRADFORD

Just Rewards

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Dedication

For Bob, with my love

THE THREE CLANS

The Hartes shown in line of descent

Emma Harte: Matriarch: Founder of the dynasty and business empire

HER CHILDREN

Edwina: Dowager Countess of Dunvale. Emma’s daughter by Edwin Fairley (illegitimate). First-born

Christopher ‘Kit’ Lowther: Emma’s son by her first husband Joe Lowther. Second-born

Robin Ainsley: Emma’s son by her second husband Arthur Ainsley. Third-born

Elizabeth Ainsley Deboyne: Emma’s daughter by her second husband Arthur Ainsley. Robin’s twin. Third-born

Daisy Ainsley: Emma’s daughter by Paul McGill (illegitimate). Fourth-born

HER GRANDCHILDREN

Shown in line of descent

Anthony Standish: Earl of Dunvale. Son of Edwina and Jeremy Standish, Earl and Countess of Dunvale

Sarah Lowther Pascal: Daughter of Kit and June Lowther

Owen Hughes: Son of Robin Ainsley and Glynnis Hughes(illegitimate)

Jonathan Ainsley: Son of Robin and Valerie Ainsley

Paula McGill Harte Amory Fairley O’Neill: Daughter of Daisy and David Amory

Philip McGill Harte Amory: Son of Daisy and David Amory. Brother of Paula

Alexander Barkstone: Son of Elizabeth Ainsley and Tony Barkstone. Brother of Emily, Amanda and Francesca. (Deceased)

Emily Barkstone Harte: Daughter of Elizabeth Ainsley and Tony Barkstone. Half-sister of Amanda and Francesca

Amanda Linde: Daughter of Elizabeth and her second husband Derek Linde. Twin of Francesca, half-sister of Emily

Francesca Linde Weston: Daughter of Elizabeth and her second husband, Derek Linde. Twin of Amanda, half-sister of Emily

EMMA’S GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN

Tessa Fairley Longden: Daughter of Paula and Jim Fairley (Paula’s first husband)

Lorne Fairley: Son of Paula and Jim Fairley. Twin of Tessa

Lord Jeremy Standish: Son of Anthony and Sally Standish, Earl and Countess of Dunvale. Brother of Giles and India

Toby Harte: Son of Emily and Winston Harte II. Brother of Gideon and Natalie

Gideon Harte: Son of Emily and Winston Harte II. Brother of Toby and Natalie

Natalie Harte: Daughter of Emily and Winston Harte II. Sister of Toby and Gideon

Hon. Giles Standish: Son of Anthony and Sally Standish, Earl and Countess of Dunvale. Brother of Jeremy and India

Lady India Standish: Daughter of Anthony Standish and Sally Harte, Earl and Countess of Dunvale. Sister of Jeremy and Giles

Patrick O’Neill: Son of Paula and Shane O’Neill (Paula’s second husband). Brother of Linnet, Emsie and Desmond. (Deceased)

Linnet O’Neill: Daughter of Paula and Shane O’Neill. (Paula’s second husband). Half-sister of Tessa and Lorne. Sister of Emsie and Desmond

Chloe Pascal: Daughter of Sarah Lowther Pascal and Yves Pascal

Fiona McGill Amory: Daughter of Philip McGill Amory and the late Madelana O’Shea Amory

Emsie O’Neill: Daughter of Paula and Shane O’Neill. Sister of Linnet and Desmond. Half-sister of Tessa and Lorne

Desmond O’Neill: Son of Paula and Shane O’Neill. Brother of Linnet and Emsie. Half-brother of Tessa and Lorne

Evan Hughes: Daughter of Owen and Marietta Hughes

THE HARTES continued

Winston Harte: Emma’s older brother and business partner

Randolph Harte: Son of Winston and Charlotte Harte

Winston Harte II: Son of Randolph and Georgina Harte

Sally Harte Standish: Countess of Dunvale. Daughter of Randolph and Georgina Harte. Sister of Winston II and Vivienne

Vivienne Harte Leslie: Daughter of Randolph and Georgina. Sister of Winston Harte II and Sally Harte Standish

Toby Harte: Son of Winston Harte II and Emily Harte. Brother of Gideon and Natalie

Gideon Harte: Son of Winston Harte II and Emily Harte. Brother of Toby and Natalie

Natalie Harte: Daughter of Winston Harte II and Emily Harte. Sister of Toby and Gideon

Frank Harte: Emma’s younger brother

Rosamunde Harte: Daughter of Frank and Natalie Harte

Simon Harte: Son of Frank and Natalie Harte. Brother of Rosamunde

THE O’NEILLS

Shane Patrick Desmond ‘Blackie’ O’Neill: Founding father of the dynasty and business empire

Bryan O’Neill: Son of Blackie and Laura Spencer O’Neill

Shane O’Neill: Son of Bryan and Geraldine O’Neill

Miranda O’Neill James: Daughter of Bryan and Geraldine O’Neill. Sister of Shane and Laura

Laura O’Neill Nettleton: Daughter of Bryan and Geraldine O’Neill. Sister of Shane and Miranda

Patrick O’Neill: Son of Shane and Paula O’Neill. Brother of Linnet, Emsie and Desmond. (Deceased)

Linnet O’Neill: Daughter of Shane and Paula O’Neill. Sister of Emsie and Desmond

Emsie O’Neill: Daughter of Shane and Paula O’Neill. Sister of Desmond and Linnet

Desmond O’Neill: Son of Shane and Paula O’Neill. Brother of Linnet and Emsie

THE KALLINSKIS

David Kallinski: Founding father of the dynasty and business empire

Sir Ronald Kallinski: Son of David and Rebecca Kallinski

Michael Kallinski: Son of Ronald and Helen ‘Posy’ Kallinski

Mark Kallinski: Son of Ronald and Helen ‘Posy’ Kallinski. Brother of Michael

Julian Kallinski: Son of Michael Kallinski and his former wife, Valentine Kallinski

Arielle Kallinski: Daughter of Michael Kallinski and his former wife, Valentine Kallinski. Sister of Julian

Jessica Kallinski: Daughter of Michael Kallinski and his former wife, Valentine Kallinski. Sister of Julian and Arielle

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

The Three Clans

PROLOGUE

London: 2000

PART ONE

Quartet

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

PART TWO

Trio

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

PART THREE

Duo

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

PART FOUR

Solo

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

EPILOGUE

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PROLOGUE

London: 2000

The man stood in the doorway of the shop, huddled in a corner, sheltering from the icy wind. It was freezing on this bitter January morning, and he felt tempted to hurry off to the nearby Hyde Park Hotel for a cooked English breakfast.

Yet he was unable to tear himself away from this doorway, where he had always had a perfect view of the building opposite, one which he had for so long coveted as his own.

Leaning forward, he stared at the grand and impressive edifice across the road. It had been standing there for over eighty years, but it was unscathed, untouched by the passage of time and impregnable. He thought of it as a bastion of prestige, privilege and wealth.

And it should have been his.

Tragically, he had been cheated. It had fallen into the hands of Paula O’Neill, who now thought of it as her own, when in reality it was his by rights.

In the mid-1980s he had almost wrested the flagship Knightsbridge emporium and the provincial Harte stores away from her, when she had made a series of mistakes in a deal related to the stores. So flawed was her judgement that she had played right into his waiting hands.

Unfortunately, just as he reached out, had the stores almost in his grasp, he had been betrayed. As a consequence of this unwarranted and unexpected betrayal, Paula O’Neill had managed to outwit him.

She had been his nemesis for years, but it was from this precise moment that he had become her sworn enemy, had vowed to wreak his revenge on her. And soon he would do that; he would finally triumph over her.

Abruptly, the man stepped forward, moving out of the doorway, his attention on two young women who had hurried out of the store and were studying the windows fronting onto Knightsbridge.

One of them was a redhead, and he knew her at once. She was Linnet O’Neill, Paula’s daughter; however, she was now a Kallinski, after marrying the Kallinski heir last month. His thoughts settled on the little church in Pennistone village where they had been married. How easily it would have burned to the ground, killing everyone in it, and his problems with the Hartes would have been solved for ever more.

He cursed Mark Longden under his breath for losing his nerve. What a weak-kneed hypocrite he had turned out to be; he had been exiled to Australia by Paula O’Neill, and good riddance to bad rubbish.

For a moment the man was baffled, unable to pinpoint the other woman’s identity. She was bundled up in a loden cape and long scarf, and her face was obscured. But then she turned and he instantly recognized the distinctive chiselled profile.

His chest tightened, and a virulent anger surged through him as he gazed at Evan Hughes. She was his new nemesis, the American woman who had insinuated herself into the family and was about to become a Harte. He muttered an expletive … she was already a Harte, thanks in no small measure to his father’s long-ago lust. And now she threatened everybody by her very existence, especially himself. She, too, was now a target along with Paula and her redheaded brat.

A smile slid onto his handsome face; he stared hard at the two women for a very long moment before setting out in the direction of the hotel for breakfast.

That self-satisfied smile remained intact as he turned up the collar of his expensive and impeccably-tailored vicuna coat and increased his pace.

As he walked, he considered a plan he had recently formulated … one so devilishly clever it might have been devised by Prince Machiavelli himself. How ingenious it was and it would surely help to bring about the fall of the house of Harte. He was convinced of this outcome.

Jonathan Ainsley laughed out loud. They were going to get their just rewards. He would see to that.

PART ONE

Quartet

Envy slays itself by its own arrows.

Medieval saying: Anonymous

CHAPTER ONE

Flurries of silvery snowflakes were blowing in the wind, sticking to the plate-glass windows of Harte’s and on the faces of the two pretty young women gazing so intently into those windows.

Evan Hughes brought a gloved hand to her cheek and wiped the dampness away. Then she drew closer to Linnet O’Neill, shivering and hunching into her dark-green loden cape, feeling the sharp bite of the intense cold.

Instantly, Linnet glanced at Evan, and exclaimed, ‘I’m so thoughtless, dragging you outside to look at our windows on a day like this! You’re freezing. Come on, let’s go inside. We’ve seen enough.’

Linnet took hold of Evan’s arm and hurried her towards one of the double doors leading into Harte’s.

‘I’m all right, honestly,’ Evan protested as she was propelled across the floor of the cosmetics department, adding irately, ‘I’m not a cream puff, you know, I’m not going to melt away.’

‘You’ve got guts of steel, I’m very well aware of that!’ Linnet shot back. ‘It just became frightfully cold all of a sudden, and if you catch a cold, or get sick, Gideon will have my guts for garters.’

Evan burst out laughing, as usual amused by Linnet’s penchant for quaint, rather odd sayings; she was frequently startled by the other girl’s bluntness, as well as her pithiness, which could be quite stringent at times. Evan considered her recently-discovered cousin to be unique. She had never met anyone quite like her, and in this past year of working together they had become close, the very best of friends.

Moving through the eye-catching, glamorous displays of cosmetics and perfumes, Evan felt her icy limbs beginning to thaw in the warmth of the store, and she loosened her scarf, opened her cape. Smoothing her hand over her huge, bulging stomach, she confided, ‘I feel like an enormous beached whale, Linny. I can’t wait to give birth.’

Linnet’s expression was sympathetic. ‘I know. But just imagine, Evan, you’re about to have twins. TWINS! You’ve certainly given Tessa, India and me pause for thought. We forgot that twins run in this family, that they’re quite the norm. Grandy had twins, and so did Mummy the first time around, when she was married to Jim Fairley. It’s only just struck us that we also might be candidates, have the same fate as you.’ Linnet smiled engagingly. ‘What do you think?’

‘We share a lot of the same genes, I guess, so you’re probably right.’

‘Julian’s hoping so, and actually so am I. It makes life easier, having twins. Two children born together … an instant family and less time off work!’

‘Very well put,’ Evan responded softly, laughter filling her eyes. She couldn’t help thinking that Linnet’s inborn pragmatism inevitably came to the fore, but she admired her for being so down to earth.

By now the two women had arrived at a bank of elevators, and they stepped into one as soon as its doors slid open. Falling silent, they rode up to the management offices and hurried down the long corridor.

When they reached the alcove in the centre, where the famous portrait of Emma Harte hung, the two of them automatically came to a standstill, looked at each other, smiled, and then briskly saluted their great-grandmother and moved on. It had become something of a ritual with them of late, whether they were together or alone. It signified their pride in being her progeny and of working in the renowned store she had founded.

A few minutes later, settled comfortably in Evan’s office, Linnet said, ‘So, give me your opinion about the windows.’

‘I have to agree with you, they are a bit outdated. Oh, they’re beautiful, Linnet, of course. So well dressed. And they do evoke the kind of image we want for Harte’s, but they could be a bit … fresher.’

‘Not enough pizazz, perhaps?’ Linnet suggested.

‘Not pizazz, that’s not quite right for Harte’s, is it?’

‘I suppose not,’ Linnet agreed, sitting back in the chair, her eyes on Evan, whose opinion she valued.

Evan bit her lip, then shook her head. ‘I think the word I’m looking for is … glamorous. I’m talking about the fashion windows per se, Linnet, and they ought to be just a tad more eye-catching and inviting. Listen, they should say something to the customer … they should say come in, try me on, buy me.’

Linnet nodded, her face lighting up. ‘That’s true. You’ve put your finger on it.’

Evan said, ‘You’ve only recently come back from New York, and you’ve seen the store windows there. I believe you’re now finding our windows somewhat flat.’ Evan’s grey eyes rested on Linnet thoughtfully. When Linnet made no response, she asked, ‘Am I not correct?’

‘I think you are … but I’m not sure Mummy would agree.’

‘Have you discussed the windows with Paula?’ Evan probed, sounding anxious.

‘No, I haven’t had a chance, and she and Dad are staying in Yorkshire this week, recovering from Christmas, the New Year and all of their entertaining. Anyway, they’re taking a week off from work, and they just want to stay put, potter around at Pennistone Royal. They enjoy being at home with each other, doing what they’ve always done since they were kids growing up together.’ Linnet shook her head. ‘Anyway, I’m not going to say a word until she’s back here at work. Actually, Evan, there are some other things I want to discuss with her, certain changes I believe we should make at the store.’

Evan sat up straighter but said nothing, merely raised a brow quizzically, her eyes full of questions.

‘You look surprised,’ Linnet exclaimed, eyeing her carefully.

‘I am. What kind of changes do you have in mind?’

‘I’ll get to those in a minute, just let me say this first. As you well know, the fashion retrospective was a big success last summer. We gained lots of new customers, and we did terrifically well, but eventually sales dipped. What we need to do is keep our customers coming in, and we need to garner those important new ones as well. I truly believe we’re in a new age of retailing. We have to make shopping a unique experience, and offer other services.’

‘Obviously you’ve studied this carefully, and come up with some fresh ideas,’ Evan ventured cautiously, wondering if Paula would permit any changes at the Knightsbridge store.

‘I have,’ Linnet asserted. ‘For example, Harte’s ought to have a day spa, a really beautiful spa offering every kind of treatment.’

‘That would be great!’ Evan was swift to agree, and then thought to ask, ‘But where would you put it?’

Linnet grinned, and explained, ‘I think one of those boring departments such as mattresses would have to go. But seriously, we could carve out space. I know this store inside out and we could do it.’

‘I guess it doesn’t have to be a huge spa, just unique.’

‘That’s it exactly. Evan, listen, don’t you think we ought to have more places to eat? Snack bars, for instance. Especially on the ground floor near the food halls. We could feature shellfish, pizza, hot dogs, deli sandwiches, and pastas. The kind of fast food that’s actually tasty. I’m sure they’d be successful, and they would appeal to people who work in Knightsbridge and the areas nearby, as well as our customers.’

‘That’s a great suggestion,’ Evan agreed, ‘and the bars would be popular. I can feel my mouth watering just at the thought. What I wouldn’t give for a plate of oysters right now.’

‘And ice cream on top, I’ve no doubt,’ Linnet said, grinning at her. ‘Isn’t that your favourite lunch these days?’

Evan shook her head. ‘Not quite, although I have had a few peculiar longings for some very strange food combinations.’

Linnet leaned forward, her expression intense. ‘I’d appreciate any ideas you might have, Evan, you’re always so creative, and I do think we really have to revamp the store. A little bit anyway.’

Evan nodded. ‘I agree …’ She paused, hesitating, and then confided, ‘I did have an idea a while back. A floor devoted to brides. Called … BRIDE. Naturally we would feature bridal gowns, bridesmaids’ dresses, page-boy suits, and all those things. But we could also sell bridal shoes, jewellery, gifts for the bridesmaids, and even bridal lingerie. And there’s another thing: in the States wedding-planners are very popular, and we could offer that kind of service as well. People would welcome it.’

‘Evan, I love it! What a brilliant idea. And what about the Evan Hughes Bridal Collection? You know you’d love to design bridal gowns. How about it?’

Evan considered Linnet’s words. ‘I think I’d enjoy that. I guess I’ve been itching to design again.’ Evan’s enthusiasm was apparent. ‘Actually, the store has had inquiries about your wedding gown. There were lots of photographs in the newspapers, and women seemed taken with it.’