Manhattan Millionaire’s Cinderella. Sun Chara

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СКАЧАТЬ them, even though it was August, and in Florence, Italy, that came with a heat wave. He must be having this effect on her. Good. He felt a jab to his conscience, but he ignored the warning.

      “What do you want?” she demanded.

      “Now there’s a loaded question.”

      Her eyes flashed blue flame. “I’m not going to play your game.” She took a step to walk by him, and he sidestepped her, blocking her path.

      “Nor I yours, madam.”

      “Don’t call me that,” she snapped. “I married you and—”

      Church bells rang from the campanile of the Duomo in the heart of the city, slightly off cue, but filled the air with a sweet sound.

      “And?”

      “And nothing,” she murmured.

      “Exactly.”

      A sigh struggled from deep inside her. “What is it you want, Cade?”

      “You.”

      She started, and her hand fluttered to her throat. “No.” Shaking her head, she stepped away from him, and that only goaded him more.

      “Yes.” He advanced a step closer, and a wayward gust sent her subtle perfume his way. He balled his other hand behind his back and allowed the sensual feel to wash over him. Long ago, he promised himself to never let a woman, any woman get under his skin, and he’d done just fine until Ms. Straitlaced here landed in his life. A mirthless snort sounded from him. “And the loot you pilfered from under my nose.”

      Her betrayal had hit a raw nerve…it nicked him more than he realized. He hadn’t tried to analyze why, but she’d done exactly what his mother had done, hadn’t she?

      Ditched him.

      At first, he had debated whether to write her Nina as a bad business investment and cut his losses, or pursue to recover all. But when an unidentified source hinted his espoused might be connected in some way with his business losses, it had him crunching nails between his molars. He was getting close to nabbing the perpetrator, but first, he had to know the truth about her.

      The speed of the marriage had left a prenup in limbo, and she’d used it to her advantage. He pursed his mouth, shaking his head. When she had skipped out with the cash the day after their wedding, she cut him right in the jugular of his company’s financial hemorrhage.

      Betrayal.

      Even now it was still painful to think about.

      “You will return every penny.” Ahh, revenge was sweet. “Plus interest.”

      Nobody made a fool of Cade Sloan and got away with it. And certainly not one lil’ Nina McLowsky…Sloan. He’d had to do some quick talking when he hadn’t produced the bride, but the marriage license had given him a grace period to unveil her to the backer. Having just grazed by from the financial cyclone that had nearly whipped him into the dust, he was pumped to get the guy, but first he’d deal with her. Would she inadvertently lead him to the hacker?

      “I don’t have that kind of money.”

      “Too bad.” His words were chips of ice.

      “I-I-I sunk it all in my business and—”

      “Yes?”

      “Nothing.”

      “I’m not an unreasonable man—”

      She snorted, but somehow on her it came out sexy. Something that only aggravated him more.

      “I suggest you think of an ulterior payment plan then.”

      Her head snapped up, her eyes wide, suspicious. “Or?”

      He shrugged, nonchalant. “You must’ve heard that this block adjacent to the Piazzale Michelangelo is due for demolition—”

      “I was just on my way to the city—” Then, it dawned on her, and she paled. “You’re the one gouging this historic…”

      “Condo development, rezoning, modern trends in architecture—”

      “All for a buck—”

      “Something you like plenty of.”

      She glared at him, her lashes fluttering and betraying her inner angst.

      “You care nothing about destroying people’s lives, livelihoods, landmarks--”

      The Vasari Corridor connecting the Palazzo Medici to the Palazzo Vecchio, the shops on stilts along the Ponte Vecchio, the Uffizi & Academia museums boasting Michelangelos, Leonardo Di Vincis and Botticelli’s masterpieces flashed through her mind. “You’re an insensitive boor.”

      Her dart zinged his heart, but he toughened his jaw, appearing exactly as she coined him. “If I don’t do it, someone else will.”

      “And that makes it alright?

      “Right?” he bit out. “You’re talking to me about what’s right and wrong?”

      “I won’t let you do it.”

      He chuckled. “I don’t see how you’re going to stop me.” A telling pause. “Unless—”

      Nina squirmed, feeling like she’d been blasted back a year…back into the clutches of one Cade Sloan, the playboy of Manhattan. Except this was Florence, Italy, her turf; but even with her Italian designer shoes and haute couture armor, he still rattled her.

      A sigh shot from deep inside her, and for a moment she got lost in her thoughts. In the year she’d been here, the city had welcomed her and in no time, she felt at home and part of the community. She’d been enchanted by the city and its people, their culture and their history.

      The palazzos, basilicas, museums—a smile quivered on her lips—and the famous Florentine Café Giubbe Rossi in the Piazza della Repubblica where she strolled to get her mocha cappuccino, viewing the luxury brands of fashion, footwear, handbags, fragrances of Salvatore Ferragamo, Gucci, Prada, Chanel—all an inspiration to

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