Wedding Vow of Revenge. Lucy Monroe

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      Angelo turned back, his patrician features creased with a frown of disbelief. “That doesn’t make any sense. She said no and apparently meant it.”

      “Right. It makes one wonder how long Baron Randall expected his marriage to last in the first place. When he married, his wife’s father had been recently diagnosed with an inoperable heart condition.”

      “But good living and exercise have given him a clean bill of health, or at least a new lease on life.”

      Hawk smiled cynically. “Much to Randall’s dismay no doubt. The marriage has never been a happy one.”

      For which Angelo could take some credit.

      Tara wasn’t the only woman Randall had propositioned for the role of his mistress. Others had accepted and thanks to some judicious behind the scenes handling on both Hawk and Angelo’s part, the young Mrs. Randall knew it.

      “According to my sources, she will be filing for divorce within the month.”

      Angelo inclined his head in acknowledgment of information that would not have come as a surprise. “You think he wants to take up where he left off when he’s free?”

      “I can see no other explanation for his behavior. Miss Peters is the only long-term relationship Baron Randall has had in more than a decade that did not profit him business wise. He cheated on her only when he was away from her. For an amoral womanizer like him, that is bloody significant.”

      Hawk had never before seen Angelo Gordon wearing that particular expression. “You think he loves her?”

      “Love?” Hawk flicked his hand in a dismissive gesture. “Not bloody likely, but I do think he’s obsessed by her. From what information I can gather, she is unique, if only in her ability to walk away from him. My instincts tell me it’s more than that, though. She was very career minded as a model. He was her first serious boyfriend.”

      “You think she was a virgin when they met? How old is she?”

      “Twenty-four and yes, I think Randall’s the only lover she’s ever had.”

      “That does make her unique, especially in Randall’s jaded world.”

      “There’s more.”

      “What?”

      “You aren’t going to believe this.” Hawk had had a hard time believing it himself. “It is simply too damn perfect.”

      “And it is?”

      “She graduated with her degree in business six months ago and has been in Primo Tech’s management training program for the past four of those months.”

      Angelo had bought the hi-tech company in Portland, Oregon, three years ago. Just like all the other companies he bought and resuscitated, it was becoming a lead player in its industry. However, the success of his company was no doubt not nearly as interesting to him in that moment as the fact Tara Peters was employed there.

      “It’s fate.”

      Hawk’s laugh was every bit as skeptical as Angelo’s. “That is one way of looking at it.”

      Angelo sat at his desk after Hawk left, perusing the file on Tara Peters. Hawk had included still shots from several of her fashion shows. They showed a woman of ethereal beauty, shrouded by innocence, but wearing clothing that would tempt a saint to sin. On her tall, model slim body, that nevertheless had curves in all the right places, they were more than a temptation…they were downright provocation.

      Her dark brown eyes in the perfectly proportioned oval face, surrounded by a cascade of silky chestnut hair intrigued him…even knowing she had once been Baron Randall’s.

      He flipped through the photos until he came to those included with the tabloid articles that had sensationalized her breakup with Randall. The difference between the two sets of pictures wrenched at something inside Angelo he thought long dead. Those same chocolate-dark eyes now reflected the pain of betrayal and lost innocence.

      Just like his mother’s had.

      He needed to assimilate this piece of information and decide how best to act on it. He didn’t have much time, either. If for no other reason than that Baron Randall would go looking for Tara Peters the minute his wife filed the divorce petition.

      That gave Angelo a month, maybe less to act on his newfound knowledge of Randall’s unexpected weakness.

      The man who had stolen his company and destroyed his mother deserved to be ruined on every level and Angelo was going to make damn sure that happened.

      Tara Peters laughed at the other junior execs around her, at least the female ones. They were primping for the arrival of Angelo Gordon like he was a rock star or something.

      “Aren’t you even going to put on lipstick?” Danette Michaels demanded with her usual forthrightness after glossing her own lips and putting her compact mirror away in her desk drawer. “He’s supposed to do a tour of this floor sometime today.”

      “No lipstick.” Tara had spent years wearing just the right makeup, dressing with flair, and flaunting the assets that had made her a top model at the age of twenty.

      They had also brought her to the notice of Baron Randall and for that alone, she would spend the rest of her life devoid of makeup and dressing in conservative business attire.

      Never again.

      She straightened the papers on her desk. “My only interest in impressing Mr. Gordon is with my work and I don’t need lipstick to do it.”

      Danette rolled her eyes. “You are such an all work and no play kind of girl. Did you ever hear that makes you boring and can give you ulcers before you’re thirty?”

      Coming from a woman who had her first serious boyfriend at the age of twenty-one, that was pretty funny.

      “My twenty-four-year-old stomach is just fine, thank you and better boring than stomped on I always say.”

      “Not every man in the world is like that jerk, Baron Randall.”

      Like most people, Danette had read the tabloid accounts of Tara getting dumped by Baron so he could marry his oil heiress. However, unlike most people, the younger woman had not let the stories color her view of Tara. She thought Baron was a world class pig and that her friend was better off without him.

      Tara agreed. Now.

      But two years ago, she’d felt like she would die from the pain and humiliation of the all too public breakup.

      “Of course they aren’t,” she said, trying to stave off another lecture about getting back on the horse so she wouldn’t forget how to ride. Between Danette and her mother, she’d heard it about a thousand times too many. “But right now I’m not interested in finding out. I don’t have time for a man in my life and honestly, I don’t see how you can, either.”

      Danette shrugged, her amber cat eyes twinkling.

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