The Greek's Virgin Bride. Julia James

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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

      EPILOGUE

      PROLOGUE

      ‘YOU want me to do what?’ Nikos Vassilis stared at the old man seated at the desk.

      Yiorgos Coustakis looked back with a level gaze. At seventy-eight he was still a formidable figure of a man. His eyes were still as piercing as they had been when he was young. They were the eyes of a man who knew the price of everything.

      Especially human souls.

      ‘You heard me.’ His voice was unemotional. ‘Marry my granddaughter and you can go ahead with the merger.’

      ‘Maybe,’ replied the younger man slowly. ‘I just didn’t believe you.’

      A twisted smile pulled at Yiorgos Coustakis’s mouth. ‘You should,’ he advised. ‘It’s the only deal on the table. And a deal, after all,’ he said, ‘is what you’ve flown four thousand miles for, ne?’

      His visitor kept his hard, handsome face expressionless. Revealing anything in front of Old Man Coustakis was a major error in any kind of negotiation with him. Certainly he did not reveal the exasperation he had felt when the head of the Coustakis empire had phoned him at three a.m. in his Manhattan apartment the night before last to tell him that if he wanted a deal he’d better be in Athens this morning to sign it.

      If it had been any one else phoning him Nikos would have given him short shrift. He’d had Esme Vandersee with him in bed, and sleeping was not what they’d been doing. But Yiorgos Coustakis had attractions that even the spectacular Esme, queen of the catwalk, could not compete with.

      The Coustakis empire was a prize worth forgoing any woman for.

      But was it a prize worth marrying a woman for? Giving up his freedom? For a woman he’d never met? Never laid eyes on?

      Nikos shifted his gaze past the penetrating dark eyes and out through the plate-glass window. Athens lay below—crowded, polluted, unique. One of the most ancient cities of Europe, the cradle of western civilisation. Nikos knew it as a child knew its parent—he had been raised on its streets, toughened in its alleyways, tempered in its unforgiving crucible.

      He’d clawed his way up off the streets, fighting tooth and nail, pushing poverty behind him deal by nerve-racking deal, until now, at thirty-four, it was as if he had never been that unwanted, fatherless boy running wild in the alleyways.

      The journey had been long, and tough, but he had made it—and the fruits of his triumph were sweet indeed.

      Now he stood poised on the edge of his greatest triumph—getting hold of the mighty Coustakis Industries.

      ‘I was thinking,’ he said, keeping his face blank, ‘of a share-swap.’

      He had it all planned. He would reverse Vassilis Inc into the far larger Coustakis empire, and take the СКАЧАТЬ