It had been one of the most talked about weddings of the decade. Carlo Bianca had chosen the American beauty, Diana Winston, to share his life and his millions. The guest list was comprised of four hundred of the world's most glamorous celebrities. Among those in attendance were political leaders, movie stars, members of the art world and business magnates.
The ceremony was held on Carlo's private island in the Mediterranean, with guests flown in on his private jet, landing on his private airstrip.
The festivities lasted for days. Never before were wedding guests so lavishly entertained. Caviar and champagne were abundant. Fresh seafood was delivered every day by boat, and a full staff of caterers had set up a complete facility in the Bianca kitchen.
Diana had not been a disappointment to any of the guests. Her classic Swedish looks were in sharp contrast to her husband's swarthy handsomeness. She looked radiantly happy standing with Carlo as the guests congratulated the new couple.
There were the expected rumors-many had speculated that Diana had married Carlo for his money. This was understandable considering the difference in their ages and her spectacular beauty. Some felt that he had been mesmerized by her beauty and tantalized by her flirtations.
But the fact was that Diana Winston was very much in love with her new husband. Despite the fact that he was forty-six and she was just twenty-one, she had been immediately attracted to him.
They had met the previous year at a mutual friend's New Year's Eve party in Gstaad. The physical attraction was immediate, but after months of seeing each other, their mutual respect and understanding grew and flourished into a deep and devoted love. Diana's parents were both deceased, and she yearned for a loving relationship and a family. When Carlo proposed to her, she didn't hesitate for a minute.
Not only was she yearning for the love and security that Carlo could offer, but she also had plans to have a child as soon as possible to complete their happiness. She thought of this as he joined her in their wedding bed.
Carlo, although he had waited a very long time to marry, had had a long procession of lovers. He made love to his new wife with tenderness, but with the touch of an experienced lover.
Long after Carlo had fallen asleep, Diana remained awake, remembering happily all of the details of her wedding day. Her only regret was that her mother and father had not lived to see this day. Her parents had been devoted to her. They were simple, down to earth people that would have been shocked by Carlo's pretentious show of wealth. They were well to do by American standards-he had been a highly publicized trial lawyer and she had been a respected artist, but they had lived simply, with one exception. They had indulged their only child.
Diana had always been given the finest. From her early years it had been obvious that she would become a beauty like her mother. She had the same golden blond hair and deep blue eyes. Her creamy skin was taut against amazingly high cheekbones. When she became a teenager, she was taken to New York twice each year to shop for her wardrobe and sent to the finest private schools.
She had been in Switzerland at school the summer she was to turn eighteen when the news came that her parents had both been killed in a plane crash while traveling to Europe to visit her. Her world was shattered. She had no one to turn to. She had no family and no close friends to speak of. The girls at school had always been somewhat in awe of her beauty and had felt uncomfortable with her.
That summer she decided she could never return to her parents' home. She told the lawyers in her father's firm to sell or dis