Maisey Yates - The Spaniard's Stolen Bride

Truly, the entire house had been chosen for her. The entire island.

There was something classic about it. Classic, and yet wild. He had appreciated it from the moment he’d set eyes on it last week. From the moment he had decided on his course of action.

The chamber that he had selected for her, had had furnished and decorated and filled with beautiful clothes, had been chosen specifically with her in mind. He had imagined how she might react to it. Had imagined the delight she might take in the way the soft mattress molded itself around her body, in the way the soft fabrics felt against her skin.

Instead, when she saw the room, her expression was blank.

“Is it not to your liking?”

“As jail cells go, I imagine it’s quite a beautiful one.”

“There is a library,” he bit out. “Just through that door.”

“Do you think this is a movie? And that you can buy away my ire with books?”

“You told me you liked books,” he said.

“Books and freedom. Perhaps I should have added that last part.”

“Sadly, in this instance, you may have one, but not the other.”

He began to walk away, his heart thundering hard, rage he did not quite understand beginning to spike in his system.

“How do you expect that you’ll force me to marry you?” she asked. “I can’t do anything about the fact that you have me in this house, but you cannot make me say vows.”

He paused, bone-deep satisfaction rolling through him. “I already told you, tesoro . I have thought of absolutely everything.”

“What have you thought of?”

“You told me that you live for other people. For your father. Well, I know things about Michael Hart that would destroy your girlish fantasies of the man you call father. I can ruin him, Liliana. His reputation, his fortune. I can reduce it all to dust.”

“How? My father is a good man.”

“Your father is a criminal, who has made the same mistake a great many idiotic criminals make. He has built his power upon legitimacy. For my part? I am a criminal who would lose nothing if the world were to find out.”

“You could be arrested for kidnapping me.”

“Could I? Do you suppose I am not prepared to bribe officials in Spain and in the United States to make sure that is not so? You mistake me for a man with limits.”

“The man that I knew back at my father’s home... He was not a monster.”

“Yes,” Diego said, advancing toward her. “He was. The monster is always there, Liliana, and make no mistake.” He reached out, grabbing hold of her hand and forcing it down onto his chest, over his heart. “Understand this. No matter how civil I may seem, the monster is always there. When I’m smiling at you, the monster is there. Right there,” he said, pounding her hand against him now. “Do not ever forget it.”

Her eyes went wide, and for a moment he thought he might have succeeded in terrifying her. Then her face relaxed, a clear decision having taken place inside her.

“As seduction bids go,” she said, her voice wobbly, “this is not a good one.”

She was tough, was Liliana. Never as fragile as she appeared.

“At what point did you begin to believe this was a seduction? If I had wanted to seduce you, I would have done so back at your father’s home. I could have. We both know. The moment you told me you were to marry my brother I could have had you on the floor. I can sense how badly you want me. But it’s not enough. It’s not permanent enough for my purposes. And that’s why I didn’t. I wanted insurance. And I found it. Your father has been scamming those who invest in his company. And I have the proof. Not only that, there are rafts of harassment allegations from a great many female employees. All buried. Covered up by his money. But the only person who possesses the power to pay more than he does is me. I have my finger poised on the kill button, Liliana, and he would be a fool to think I won’t press it.”

“He... He couldn’t have.”

“Oh, but he could have. And did.”

“If you draw attention to yourself...”

“My reputation as a gambler, womanizer and reprobate will be compromised?”

She shrank in on herself, clearly realizing that she was defeated.

“I recommend that you get a good night’s sleep. For we are to be married as quickly as possible.”

“How?”

“I have already begun the paperwork for a license. It requires only your signature and then it is poised to be processed. After which I have arranged for an officiant to come and speak our vows to us. I am a traditionalist at heart. I could have simply had us married over the computer, but I find technology so cold.”

“I don’t think it’s technology. I rather think it’s your heart.”

He laughed. “No, darling. I don’t have a heart.”

“I just felt it beating.”

“You just felt the monster. Trying to escape.”

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