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  He’s waited patiently for payback.

  It arrives on his wedding day.

  Gage Campbell has Fallon Stewart right where he wants her. Ever since his mother was fired for Fallon’s teen antics, Gage has held a grudge. Now the roles are reversed. Gage got rich, and Fallon is desperate to save her family’s company. He’ll gladly step up. But Fallon must become his bride. The danger? Losing himself in the woman...and forgetting the revenge!

  “The marriage must be in name only.”

  Gage laughed. “Do you really think that’s possible, Fallon, after the way you were crawling all over me last night?”

  “I—I...” Fallon started, but then stopped. It appeared as if she was regrouping. “I don’t want to muddy the waters and complicate what is essentially a business arrangement. You must see that.”

  “No, I don’t.” Gage plopped his beer on the nearby cocktail table, causing some to spill over. “What I see is a woman afraid of taking what she wants. You and I know that this isn’t just about business, Fallon. It never was.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “What is it?”

  “It’s a reckoning. Between you and me. About what we both wanted but didn’t happen that night. Don’t you think it’s time we find it?”

  * * *

  His Marriage Demand is the second book in

  The Stewart Heirs series from Yahrah St. John.

  Dear Reader,

  His Marriage Demand is the second book in The Stewart Heirs series. My inspiration for the series was the ’80s soap opera Dynasty. I loved the name Fallon and used it for my heroine.

  Fallon Stewart is in need of a bailout for her family’s company, Stewart Technologies. The former housekeeper’s son, Gage Campbell, has become a wealthy financier despite Fallon’s past lies, which caused his mother to lose her job with the Stewarts. Gage demands marriage in exchange for his help, but he has a secret agenda. I love that both Fallon and Gage are flawed. Hope you cheer them on, as I did, as they let go of the past to find happiness.

  For information on Dane Stewart’s story—the final book in the trilogy—or to find my backlist titles, visit my website and sign up for my newsletter at www.yahrahstjohn.com, or write me at [email protected].

  Best wishes,

  Yahrah St. John

  Yahrah St. John

  His Marriage Demand

  Yahrah St. John is the author of thirty books. When she’s not at home crafting one of her spicy romances featuring compelling heroes and feisty heroines with a dash of family drama, she is gourmet cooking or traveling the globe seeking out her next adventure. St. John is a member of Romance Writers of America. Visit www.yahrahstjohn.com for more info.

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  Contents

  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

  Epilogue

  Excerpt of From Riches to Redemption by Andrea Laurence

  Prologue

  Fallon’s hands trembled with anger as she placed the phone receiver in its cradle. Rising from her chair, she strode across her stylishly appointed corner office and stared out the window overlooking downtown Austin. Although she understood why her older brother, Ayden, wasn’t returning her calls, she was still annoyed he’d gone to Jamaica while she was in such a desperate state.

  Stewart Technologies was on the brink of bankruptcy. As CEO, Fallon had done her best to keep the company afloat, working sixty-and eighty-hour work weeks, but she was bailing water from a sinking ship. The last few weeks she’d been unsuccessful in her attempts to secure a bank loan.

  She’d gone to Ayden, the black sheep in the Stewart family, for assistance nearly a month ago. Ayden had rejected her assertion that he help the “family business.” The more Fallon thought about it, why should Ayden rescue the company started by a father who would never claim him as his son? Ayden owed no allegiance to her or any other Stewart for that matter.

  Was it any wonder he’d ignored her calls?

  Although she’d acquired personal wealth of her own through sound investments, Fallon wasn’t in a position to bail out the company. Her baby brother, Dane, certainly wasn’t about to, either. He, like Ayden, wanted nothing to do with Stewart Technologies. Dane was happiest in front of a camera being someone else, and it served him well. He was an A-list actor and got paid millions of dollars. Fallon doubted he’d put up his hard-won earnings to save a company he’d never wanted any part of in the first place.

  What was she going to do?

  * * *

  “Perhaps you should let it fail,” Shana said when they met up for drinks at their favorite martini bar across town an hour later. Shana Wilson was one of Fallon’s favorite cousins on her mother’s side. Nora hated them spending time together because she tried to disassociate herself from her back-country roots. But Fallon didn’t care. Shana was loud and opinionated but down-to-earth.

  Fallon stared at Shana incredulously. After all the hard work she’d put into Stewart Technologies, interning in the summer while home from Texas A&M University, learning the business from the ground up and climbing the ladder to finally sit in the CEO chair, she was supposed to give it all up? “Have you lost your mind?”

  Shana chuckled. “Don’t have a coronary. It was just a suggestion. I hate seeing you stressed out.”

  An audible sigh escaped Fallon’s lips. “I’m sorry, Shana. I know I haven’t been a joy to hang with lately.”

  Shana had come dressed for the evening. She was wearing a glittery sleeveless top, miniskirt, strappy heels and large gold-hoop earrings. Her curly weave hung in ringlets to her shoulders. Shana was on the prowl for more than a martini and usually Fallon didn’t mind playing wing woman, but she was in a sour mood.

  “No, you haven’t been,” Shana said, sipping her drink, “but that’s why I asked you to come out tonight. All you do is work and go home to that mausoleum. You are too uptight.” Shana looked around the room at the host of men milling around. “Maybe if you met a man and got some good loving, you’d loosen up a bit. I bet I know who could loosen you up while supplying you with the cash influx you need.”

  Fallon sat forward in her seat. Although she loved her cousin, she doubted Shana, who worked as a hair stylist at a trendy salon, knew much about finance. “Oh, yeah? And who might that be?”

  “Gage Campbell ring a bell?”

  Fallon’s heart plummeted at the sound of his name. “G-Gage?”

  “Yeah, you remember him? The guy you had the hots for, for over a decade?”

  How could Fallon forget? She’d thrown herself at him and inadvertently set in motion a course of events even she, at her tender age of sixteen, couldn’t have predicted. “Of course I remember. What about him?”

  “Word in the salon is he’s back in town,” Shana responded. “A couple of clients have come in talking about dating him. He owns a successful mutual fund business and has become quite the catch. Not to mention, he’s still as sexy as when we first saw him when we were eight years old.”

  Fallon would never forget that day. She’d been prancing around on her pony when Gage and his mother Grace toured the estate with Nora. Fallon had been showing off and the pony had become agitated and thrown her. If it hadn’t been for Gage’s quick reaction and his catching her before she landed, Fallon would surely have broken something. When he’d looked at her with his dazzling brandy-colored eyes, Fallon had fallen head-over-heels in love with the twelve-year-old boy.

  Fallon blinked and realized her cousin was still talking. “According to his current lady loves, he knows his way around the bedroom, if you catch my drift.”

  There was no mistaking Shana’s meaning and Fallon blushed.

  “Oh, lord.” Shana rolled her eyes upward. “We really do need to get you out if a little girl talk makes you blush. Perhaps Gage could help with Stewart Technologies? I hear he’s quite the financial wizard.”

  “That might be so, but Gage would never lift a hand to help me,” Fallon replied. Why would he? She’d ruined his life and she only had herself to blame.

  One

  Two weeks later

  “Stewart Technologies is in dire straits,” Fallon told her parents over Sunday dinner.

  Thinking about the past and what she’d done to Gage Campbell had weighed heavily on her mind ever since she’d had drinks with Shana a couple of weeks ago.

  Fallon had never been able to forget the hateful stare Gage had given her moments before her father had closed the cottage door all those years ago. She’d never learned what had happened to Gage and his mother after they’d left Stewart Manor. She hadn’t wanted to know because she’d been the cause of his mother losing her livelihood and the guilt had eaten her up. She’d felt so bad that she hadn’t balked when her parents had sent her to a finishing school her final year of high school to avoid her spending time with the “wrong crowd.”

  “Must you be so dramatic?” Nora Stewart said, glancing at her daughter from the opposite end of the table. Even though it was just the three of them at dinner, her mother had insisted on eating in the formal dining room when Fallon would rather be in the kitchen.

  Her mother was the epitome of sophistication, wearing cream slacks and a matching cardigan set. Her smooth chestnut-brown hair was stylishly cut in a chin-length bob while her makeup was perfection. Nora was well-preserved thanks to personal trainers and weekly visits to the salon and spa for massages and facials. Since marrying Henry Stewart and becoming pregnant with Fallon, Nora hadn’t worked. Why should she when she was lady of the manor?

  “I’m not being dramatic,” Fallon responded. “We’re bleeding money and it has to stop.”

  “And whose fault is that?” Henry inquired. “You’ve been CEO for two years now.”

  When she’d turned thirty Fallon thought she’d finally achieved the height of her career only to find out it had been built on quicksand. Stewart Technologies was leveraged to the hilt all because of her father’s poor judgment and her mother’s notorious spending habits. Every few years she was constantly redecorating Stewart manor to keep up with the latest fads and, as for fashion, there wasn’t a bag, shoe or piece of clothing in her mother’s closet that didn’t have a designer label.

  “Not mine,” Fallon said hotly. “Stewart Technologies was in trouble well before I became CEO.”

  “You’re the leader now and it’s up to you to fix things. It’s what you said you wanted, Fallon,” her father replied. “It’s time you show what you’re made of instead of running to me.”

  Fallon bristled at that. She’d come to level with her parents, but clearly they were beyond reason. They wanted to stick their heads in the sand and refuse to accept the inevitable: that they were running out of funds and wouldn’t be able to live in the style to which they were accustomed. “I have shown my commitment to the company over the last decade. But since it’s clear I don’t have your support, I’ll take my leave.” She rose from her seat and made for the door.

  “Sit down, Fallon.” Her father trained his hazel-gray eyes on her, causing Fallon to pause and retrace her steps.

  “If you’re going to talk business—” Nora used her napkin to lightly tap the sides of her mouth “—I’m going to make myself scarce because it’s such a bore.”

  Fallon sucked in a deep breath and reminded herself to count to ten, which was more than enough time for her mother to depart. She loved Nora, but she found her exhausting.

  “Yes, Father?” Fallon turned and, for the first time, truly looked at her father. She saw more salt and pepper in his normally black hair and a few more lines were etched across his features, showing life wasn’t as easy as her mother portrayed.

  “I’m sorry if I was harsh before,” Henry said. “I know you’ve been doing your best.”

  “Which isn’t good enough,” Fallon stated. “Don’t you get it? We could lose everything.”

  “Surely it’s not as dire as you predict?” Henry countered.

  “It is. I’ve exhausted all options,” Fallon said. “I even asked Ayden for the money.”

  Her father’s eyes widened. “Why on earth would you do such a thing? He isn’t a member of this family. How much did you tell him of our circumstances? What did he say?”

  Fallon waited for her father to finish peppering her with questions before answering. Did he wonder if Ayden had told her about his infidelity with her mother? “I was desperate. But I didn’t get to explain because he told me he isn’t interested in bailing out our company because he’s not a part of this family.” She didn’t share that Ayden had had a change of heart and had come to her days ago.

  Henry sighed. “It’s just as well. We don’t need him. You can figure this out, Fallon. There’s a reason I let you become CEO.”

  “Let me?” Fallon repeated. “I worked hard to get where I am. I don’t recall Dane or even Ayden getting in line to step in your shoes.”

  “Listen here, young lady—” he began.

  “Don’t bother chastising me, Father,” Fallon interrupted. “I’m the only child you have who cares one iota about Stewart Technologies, so I suggest you stop fighting me and get Mother to understand we are just a few steps away from going broke.”

  Fallon shot to her feet and, without another word, left the room, her stunned father sitting with his mouth open at her insolence. She walked quickly to the door and headed for her cottage. Her haven. Her safe place.

  The cool night air hit her immediately when she exited. The leaves that had begun falling a few weeks ago crunched under her heels, signaling fall was in full swing. Once inside the cottage, Fallon turned on the lights and sagged against the door. Why was it she felt safe here? The one place that had once caused such misery to others.

  Her mother had long since renovated the cottage after the Campbells left. It now had an open concept with a stainless-steel kitchen, sitting area, master suite with en suite bath as well as guest bedroom and powder room. It was all Fallon needed while allowing her to be close to her horse, Lady.

  Kicking off her boots, Fallon plopped onto her plush leather sofa, leaned back a nd thought about the weekend. Once again, she’d scoured the books looking for ways to make cuts and keep the company afloat, but it was pointless. They were going under. And tonight was a complete bust. Her parents refused to accept their new reality: they were broke. The only bright spot had been on Friday evening when Ayden had shown up at her office. He’d looked drawn and tired, and there were lines under his eyes, but he’d wanted to talk. She’d been hard on him because he’d treated her like the enemy for years. She and Dane had been the chosen ones, the children Henry Stewart claimed while leaving Ayden to languish in poverty with his mother.

  Fallon understood she’d had the life denied him: the houses, cars, travel, fancy clothes and schools. He’d listened when she’d explained it hadn’t been easy for her, either, with a disinterested, self-absorbed mother and a demanding father who’d pushed her to excel. She was angry that Ayden blamed her when she’d only been a child. However, Ayden had told her he was sorry for ignoring her calls and for turning down her requests for a loan. He wanted to start over, to try to be a family, a brother to her and Dane.

  Fallon had been overjoyed. Then Ayden had held her hand and shockingly offered to give her—not the company—a personal loan. Fallon knew the sacrifice it had taken for him to make the offer. But, after everything he’d been through, her pride wouldn’t allow her to accept his money, knowing how their father treated him. He hadn’t supported Ayden as a child. Not to mention she’d had more advantages than Ayden had ever had. She couldn’t take his hard-earned money, money he might need one day for his future. He’d nodded and let her keep her pride. And they’d agreed to take baby steps and work on their sibling relationship. Fallon couldn’t wait to tell Dane. She hoped he would be as happy as she was to forge a bond with their big brother.

  * * *

  “Welcome back to Austin, old friend,” Theo Robinson said to Gage Campbell when they met up for lunch at the country club. They were sitting outside on the terrace by the fire pit, drinking brandy and reminiscing about the good old days.