âTell me what I have to do.â
Stavros studied Leah for the longest time. Each falling second twisted her gut.
âLive with me for three months and prove that I can trust you.â
âNo.â The table rattled with the force of Leahâs movement.
âThis is the only way I will even consider your request.â
âWhat do you expect me to do for these three months?â
âConvince me that youâre serious about this fashion design careerâthat you wonât drain your inheritance on some trumped-up business.â
âThe vote of confidence in your tone is really inspiring.â
The hardness in his eyes didnât budge. âIâm giving you a real choice. If you fail, our marriage stands. Youâll be my wife in every senseâfor as long as one of us is alive.â
Greek Tycoons Tamed
When power and pride are undone by passion!
Stavros Sporades and Dmitri Karegas are renowned throughout the world as Greeceâs most powerful and determined tycoons!
But have these untouchable Greek tycoons finally met the women who can tame them?
Find out in â¦
Stavros and Leahâs story:
Claimed for His Duty
August 2015
The wife Stavros hasnât seen for nearly five years is back and demanding a divorce! But Stavros isnât about to let his errant wife escape from his grasp ⦠they have unfinished business!
Dmitri and Jasmineâs story:
Bought for Her Innocence
November 2015
Dmitri is known for the women who visit his bed as much as for the millions in his bank account.
So when a childhood friend auctions her innocence Dmitri intends to be the highest bidder!
CHAPTER ONE
LEAH HUNTINGTON COLLAPSED onto the plastic chair behind her small desk, her knees buckling out from under her. The red stamp spelling out âREJECTEDâ on the application form blurred in front of her eyes. Her heart squeezed painfully as she fingered the flat sketches on her drawing board, the possibility of seeing her creation take form now evaporating like a puff of smoke.
Sweat ran down her back, the slow whir of the ceiling fan scraping against her nerves. She ran cramped up fingers over her neck, feeling the muscles tighten with tension.
Mrs. DuPont, the buying manager for a retail store, had given Leah only two months to create her first collection and all Leah had now were flat sketches. And as she had to do everything herself instead of contacting a factory like she did for the fashion house, every minute was important.
The most important of it being the funds she required to source raw materials... There were a hundred things she needed and it was all sitting in that bank.
She dialed the number for the bank manager she had spoken to just two days ago.
Her heart hammered painfully, thudding faster and faster, an ominous pounding she couldnât breathe past. There could be only one man behind this. Her stomach twisted as the bank manager coughed on the other end of the phone. His answer was curt, immediate as though he had been rehearsing the explanation, waiting for Leah to call.
They couldnât use the trust fund as security to approve her loan becauseâLeah could hear the hushed reverence in the managerâs voice as he uttered the nameâthe trustee overseeing her fund had denied the use of the trust fund, her trust fund, as security.
Stavros.
Leah threw the handset across the room, every inch of her shaking. She kicked the chair aside, the impact of it jarring up her leg, every nerve cell in her humming with outrage.
How much more was he going to punish her? How long was she going to let him?
She picked up the phone again, her vision blurry now with unchecked tears. Her throat burned as she took a deep breath, her thumb hovering over the numbers on the handset.
She wanted to demand an explanation, she wanted to...
But what was the point? His secretary would politely tell her that he was not available. It was the same answer she had received over the last year every time she had tried to contact him. Even though they both lived in Athens, they might as well have been living on the opposite ends of the planet.
She bit her lower lip, her nails digging into her skin. A sob built inside her chest, fury rising through her like a storm that could swallow her in its clutches.
She had to put an end to this. She had to break free of the leash he bound her with, controlling her every step, every choice, while he enjoyed his life. She had let him do it for five years.