Mediterranean Mavericks: Greeks. Кейт Хьюит

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      Letty was right. He was a liar. And he’d lied to himself worst of all.

      The truth was, deep in his heart, there had always been only one person Darius truly blamed for his father’s death, and it had been too painful for him to face till now.

      Himself.

      He closed his eyes as a memory that he’d pushed away for over a decade pummeled him. But today, he could no longer resist the waves of guilt and shame as he remembered.

      Eugenios had called Darius in the middle of the day.

      “I’ve lost everything, son.” His Greek father, usually so distant and gruff, had sounded lost, bewildered. “I just got a certified letter. It says all my life savings—everything I invested with Mr. Spencer—it’s all gone.”

      Darius had been busy working in his first rented office, a windowless Manhattan basement. He’d only gotten three hours of sleep the night before. It was the first time the two men had talked in months, since Letty had dumped him and caused Eugenios to be fired and tossed from Fairholme. Just hearing his voice that day had reminded Darius of everything he was trying so hard to forget. A lifetime of resentment had exploded.

      “I guess that pays you back for all your loyalty to Spencer, huh, Dad? All those years when you put him first, even over your own family.”

      Darius had been so young, so self-righteous. It made him feel sick now to remember it.

      “That was my job.” His father’s voice had trembled. “I wanted to make sure I never lost a job again. Never felt again like I did that awful day we found you on the doorstep…”

      The awful day they found him? Darius’s hurt and anger blocked out the rest of his father’s words as Eugenios continued feebly, “I had no money. No job. I couldn’t let my family starve. You don’t know what that does to a man, to have nothing…”

      It was the most his father had ever spoken to him. And Darius’s cold reply had haunted him ever since.

      “So you had nothing then, huh, Dad? Well, guess what? You have nothing now. You ignored me my whole childhood for nothing. You have nothing. You are nothing.”

      He’d hung up the phone.

      An hour later, his father had quietly died of a heart attack in his Queens apartment, sinking to his kitchen floor, where he was found later by a neighbor.

      Darius’s hands tightened to fists against the window.

      His father had never been demonstrative. In Darius’s childhood, there had been no hugs and very little praise. Even the attention of criticism was rare.

      But Darius and his grandmother hadn’t starved. Eugenios had provided for them. He’d taught his work ethic by example. He’d worked hard, trying to give his son a better life.

      And after all his years of stoically supporting them, after he’d lost his job and money, Darius had scorned him.

      Remembering it now, he felt agonizing shame.

      He hadn’t wanted to remember the last words he’d spoken to his proud Greek father. So instead he’d sought vengeance on Howard Spencer, carefully blaming him alone.

      Darius had thought if he never loved anyone, he’d never feel pain; and if he was rich, he’d be happy.

      Look at me now, he thought bitterly, surveying the elegant penthouse. Surrounded by money. And never more alone.

      He missed Letty.

      Craved her desperately.

      He loved her.

      Darius looked up in shock.

      He’d never stopped loving her.

      All these years, he’d tried to pretend he didn’t. Tried to control her, to possess her, to pretend he didn’t care. He’d hidden his love away like a coward, afraid of the pain and shame of possible loss, while Letty let her love shine for all the world to see.

      He’d thought Letty weak? He took a shuddering breath. She was the strongest person he knew. She’d offered him loyalty, kindness, self-sacrifice. She’d offered him every bit of her heart and soul. And in return, he’d offered her money.

      Darius clawed back his hair. She was right. He’d tried to buy her. But money didn’t make the man.

      Love did.

      Darius loved her. He was completely, wildly in love with Letty. He wanted to be her husband. To live with her. To raise their baby. To be happy. To be home.

      His eyes narrowed.

      But how? How could he show her he had more to offer? How could he convince her to forgive him?

      Forgiveness. His lips twisted with the bitter irony. The very thing he’d refused to give her all these months, he would now be begging for…

      But for her, he’d do anything. He set his jaw. With the same total focus he’d built his empire, he would win back his wife.

      Over the next month, he tried everything.

      He respected her demand that he stay away from her, even after his friend Velazquez sent him a link to a birth announcement, and he saw his son had been safely born, weighing seven pounds and fourteen ounces. Both mother and baby were doing well.

      Darius had jumped up, overwhelmed with the need to go see them in the hospital, to hold them in his arms.

      But he knew bursting into her room against her express wishes would have only made things worse, not better. So he restrained himself, though it took all his self-control. He cleaned out a flower shop and sent all the flowers and toys and gifts to her maternity suite at the hospital. Anonymously.

      Then he’d waited hopefully.

      He’d found out later that she’d immediately forwarded all the flowers, toys and gifts straight to the sick children’s ward.

      Well played, he’d thought with a sigh. But he wasn’t done. He’d contacted Mildred and she’d sent him via courier the jewelry bag he’d left in his office. He’d sent it to Fairholme, again anonymously.

      A few days later he received a thank-you card from Mrs. Pollifax, stating that the earrings had been sold and the money donated to the housekeeper’s favorite charity, an animal shelter on Long Island.

      He’d ground his teeth, but doggedly kept trying. Over the next week, he sent gifts addressed to Letty. He sent a card congratulating her on the baby. On Thanksgiving, he even had ten pies from her favorite bakery delivered to her at Fairholme.

      Pies she immediately forwarded to a homeless shelter.

      As the rain of November changed to the snows of December, Darius’s confidence started to wane. Once, in a moment of weakness, he drove by Fairholme late at night, past the closed gate.

      But she was right. He couldn’t even see the house.

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