Sun Chara - Manhattan Millionaire’s Cinderella

“You will return every penny.” Ahh, revenge was sweet. “Plus interest.”

Nobody made a fool of Cade Sloan and got away with it. And certainly not one lil’ Nina McLowsky…Sloan. He’d had to do some quick talking when he hadn’t produced the bride, but the marriage license had given him a grace period to unveil her to the backer. Having just grazed by from the financial cyclone that had nearly whipped him into the dust, he was pumped to get the guy, but first he’d deal with her. Would she inadvertently lead him to the hacker?

“I don’t have that kind of money.”

“Too bad.” His words were chips of ice.

“I-I-I sunk it all in my business and—”

“Yes?”

“Nothing.”

“I’m not an unreasonable man—”

She snorted, but somehow on her it came out sexy. Something that only aggravated him more.

“I suggest you think of an ulterior payment plan then.”

Her head snapped up, her eyes wide, suspicious. “Or?”

He shrugged, nonchalant. “You must’ve heard that this block adjacent to the Piazzale Michelangelo is due for demolition—”

“I was just on my way to the city—” Then, it dawned on her, and she paled. “You’re the one gouging this historic…”

“Condo development, rezoning, modern trends in architecture—”

“All for a buck—”

“Something you like plenty of.”

She glared at him, her lashes fluttering and betraying her inner angst.

“You care nothing about destroying people’s lives, livelihoods, landmarks--”

The Vasari Corridor connecting the Palazzo Medici to the Palazzo Vecchio, the shops on stilts along the Ponte Vecchio, the Uffizi & Academia museums boasting Michelangelos, Leonardo Di Vincis and Botticelli’s masterpieces flashed through her mind. “You’re an insensitive boor.”

Her dart zinged his heart, but he toughened his jaw, appearing exactly as she coined him. “If I don’t do it, someone else will.”

“And that makes it alright?

“Right?” he bit out. “You’re talking to me about what’s right and wrong?”

“I won’t let you do it.”

He chuckled. “I don’t see how you’re going to stop me.” A telling pause. “Unless—”

Nina squirmed, feeling like she’d been blasted back a year…back into the clutches of one Cade Sloan, the playboy of Manhattan. Except this was Florence, Italy, her turf; but even with her Italian designer shoes and haute couture armor, he still rattled her.

A sigh shot from deep inside her, and for a moment she got lost in her thoughts. In the year she’d been here, the city had welcomed her and in no time, she felt at home and part of the community. She’d been enchanted by the city and its people, their culture and their history.

The palazzos, basilicas, museums—a smile quivered on her lips—and the famous Florentine Café Giubbe Rossi in the Piazza della Repubblica where she strolled to get her mocha cappuccino, viewing the luxury brands of fashion, footwear, handbags, fragrances of Salvatore Ferragamo, Gucci, Prada, Chanel—all an inspiration to

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