Julia James - His Wedding Ring Of Revenge

Then she turned. Her face was totally blank.

‘May you rot in hell, Vito Farneste!’

She swung back, yanking open the double doors, and walked out. She just made it inside the lift before her legs all but buckled beneath her, and she had to sag against the bronzed wall for support.

As the lift plunged downwards, so did her heart.

She had blown it. Totally blown it. Her wild, stupid, insane idea had failed utterly, miserably.

Despair filled her, and in its wake the floodgates to grief opened yet again, drowning her.

In his office, Vito stood for one long, last moment, his face rigid. Fury so overwhelming he thought it would burst through tore at him, but he leashed it tight, with rigid control.

How dared she come here! Stroll into his office and coolly, insolently, lay down conditions for the return of his own property?

And such conditions…

His eyes narrowed with cold, disbelieving rage.

Had she really imagined that he would pay the slightest consideration to what she demanded? Could she really be that insane? Walking in, out of the blue, three years after he’d finally torn Arlene Graham’s grasping claws from the Farneste coffers, and thinking that he might actually consider, let alone accept paying such a price for the purloined Farneste emeralds?

Out of what sordid hole had she crawled, anyway? And why now? Were times hard for the pair of them these days? He’d made sure Arlene Graham had taken the minimum of booty with her when he’d despatched her after his father had died, but a woman like her would have squirrelled away funds for years. Other than sending his useless pack of lawyers to try and extract the one trophy she had managed to carry off, he’d let Arlene Graham rot, glad that he’d finally got her out of Italy. Where she’d gone he neither knew nor cared. If she’d taken another protector he’d have been surprised—her youth had gone and her market rate was all but zero.

Another thought seared across his mind.

Had she turned her daughter to the same trade? Leeching off rich men in exchange for sleeping with them? She was certainly dressed as if a rich man had paid for her appearance…

Even at the thought something stabbed at him. So brief that he dismissed it. Instead he found himself jabbing at the intercom to his PA.

‘The woman who left my office just now. Have her followed.’

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