Wedding Night Reunion In Greece. Annie West

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СКАЧАТЬ to be. Just as well there was no chance of him turning around and trying to persuade her he loved her. Even now she dreaded to think how effective he might be, given how he’d conned her the first time.

      ‘I’m not getting into an academic discussion about marriage. I’m sorry for your niece...’ in more ways than one ‘...but she’s your responsibility. Take care of her yourself.’

      Again, Emma felt that pang of sympathy for the little girl with no one but Christo to care for her. But he had money with which to bring in the best nannies. Once they were divorced, he’d find another wife. He’d proved how easy that was.

      ‘Either agree to a divorce or leave. I have business to attend to.’

      ‘Business?’ His eyebrows shot up and for the first time she felt she’d truly surprised him.

      ‘I have arrangements to make. A future to plan. A future without you.’

      Stormy eyes surveyed her and she felt the force of his disapproval. No, more than disapproval. Sheer fury, if she read the thickening atmosphere correctly.

      Once she would have hurried to placate, or at least redirect, that anger. Years living with Papou had made her adept at averting storms, finding ways of making him change his mind over time.

      Today Emma stood her ground and rode the wave of displeasure crashing around her. If anything it buoyed her higher, knowing Christo could fume to no avail.

      ‘These arrangements, do they require capital?’ he asked finally.

      ‘That’s none of your concern.’ He was stringing this out, hoping to undermine her confidence. Clearly he’d swallowed Papou’s line about her needing to be looked after and guided.

      As if part of her degree hadn’t been in business management! Clearly Christo had missed that part of their conversation, probably distracted by planning how to tie her to his niece’s nursery.

      ‘On the contrary, it is my concern, if you’re hoping to use your grandfather’s property as capital.’

      Something dropped hard through Emma’s middle, like a stone plunging into a pool of arctic water. Chill splinters pricked her body.

      She didn’t like the triumph in Christo’s eyes. As if he knew something she didn’t.

      But that was impossible. She already knew control of the valuable real estate in Athens had been handed to Christo on her behalf. Emma intended to change that, along with her married status.

      ‘It’s not my grandfather’s property now. It’s mine.’ Her gaze swept the gracious room. This place, so full of precious memories, was her solace now, her home.

      And more. It was her future. Her one asset, given her savings after years studying and looking after Papou were negligible. She’d get a loan using the property as collateral and invest it in the business she’d establish.

      ‘If only that were true.’ A deep voice cut through her thoughts.

      She swung her head round to face him.

      Either Christo had the best poker face in the world or he really did have bad news for her. Emma had a horrible feeling he was about to pull the rug out from under her feet...again.

      She hiked her chin up, ignoring her stomach’s uneasy roiling. ‘If you have something to say, say it. I’ve had enough games.’

      That sharp gaze held hers an instant longer then he shrugged. ‘It seems your grandfather didn’t tell you everything.’

      That did it. Emma’s stomach was now in freefall. She shifted her feet wider, bracing herself for the axe she sensed was about to drop, curling her hands into each other behind her back where Christo couldn’t see.

      ‘Go on.’

      ‘He believed you needed a guiding hand. Which is why he left me in charge of the Athens property.’

      ‘And?’ Was he dragging this out to torment her?

      ‘And your other inheritance, the estate here, is yours with the proviso that for the next five years any decision to sell or develop it, or take a loan against it, is subject to my approval. I have the right to veto any change of use if I don’t believe it’s in your long-term best interests.’

      He smiled, a baring of white teeth that looked carnivorous rather than reassuring. ‘Look on me as your business partner.’

      Emma had been prepared for something but not this.

      The blow struck at her knees, making them shake and threaten to collapse. Frantically she redistributed her weight, standing taller and hauling her shoulders back to glare at the man surveying her with that smug hint of a smile on his too-handsome face.

      ‘I’ll fight it. I’ll challenge it in court.’

      ‘Of course you will.’ If she didn’t know better, she’d almost have believed that soothing tone. ‘But do you know how long that will take, or how much it will cost? How it will eat into your inheritance?’ He paused, letting her digest that. ‘You could lose everything.’

      Main force alone kept Emma where she was. If she thought she had a hope of doing it, she’d have slammed a fist straight into Christo’s smirking mouth.

      She was still reeling, her brain whirring fruitlessly because, outrageous as it sounded, it was just the sort of thing her old-fashioned Papou might have done. Especially as he’d known his grandson-in-law-to-be was a commercial wunderkind.

      He’d wanted to protect Emma. Instead he’d tied her to a man who wasn’t fit to enter this house.

      Belatedly she realised she should have insisted on reading every line of every legal document herself. More fool her!

      ‘I’ll still fight it.’ Her voice was strained, her vocal cords pulled too tight.

      ‘That’s your prerogative.’ Christo paused, that searing gaze stripping her bare. ‘But there’s an alternative.’

      ‘What is it?’ She didn’t dare hope but she had to know.

      ‘Simple. Meet my terms and you can do as you like with this place.’ His mouth lifted at one corner in a hint of a smile but Emma knew in her very bones this would be anything but simple. ‘I’ll sign your inheritance into your control. All you have to do is fulfil your vows and live as my wife for a year.’

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