Annie West - Wedding Night Reunion In Greece

‘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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