Greek's Baby Of Redemption
He needs an heir She’ll give him so much more… Scarred tycoon Alex Santos’s Greek island estate is a fortress—protecting those outside from the darkness within him. When he needs a wife to secure his business, his discreet, compassionate housekeeper Milly agrees to his proposal. But their wedding night sparks an unexpected fire, and the consequences force Alex to face his painful past… Could Milly—and his unborn child—be the key to Alex’s redemption?
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He needs an heir.
She’ll give him so much more...
Scarred tycoon Alex Santos’s Greek island estate is a fortress—protecting those outside from the darkness within him. When he needs a wife to secure his business, his discreet, compassionate housekeeper, Milly, agrees to his proposal. But their wedding night sparks an unexpected fire, and the consequences force Alex to face his painful past... Could Milly—and his unborn child—be the key to Alex’s redemption?
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After spending three years as a die-hard New Yorker, KATE HEWITT now lives in a small village in the English Lake District, with her husband, their five children and a golden retriever. In addition to writing intensely emotional stories, she loves reading, baking and playing chess with her son—she has yet to win against him, but she continues to try. Learn more about Kate at kate-hewitt.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08781-0
GREEK’S BABY OF REDEMPTION
© 2019 Kate Hewitt
Published in Great Britain 2019
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Contents
‘STAY.’
Milly James stilled, shock racing through her at the sound of that single word, uttered in a husky voice by a man she’d never actually seen in person. Her employer.
‘Pardon...?’ She turned around slowly, blinking into the dim gloom of the wood-panelled study, the curtains drawn against the Aegean’s azure sky, the tiniest sliver of lemony sunlight peeking through the heavy material. It was a beautiful summer’s day, but in the gloomy shroud of the study it could have been the depths of a dark winter’s night, the thick stone walls of the villa keeping out the island’s baking heat.
‘Stay.’
It was clearly a command, uttered with brusque authority, and so slowly she closed the door, the final-sounding click echoing in through the room.
She hadn’t even realised he was in the study when she’d opened the door to do her usual dusting, only to stumble back at the sight of him sitting in the shadows, barely visible.
Alexandro Santos’ instructions had been clear—he was not to be disturbed. Ever. And now she’d unwittingly done just that, because she’d heard the car motor starting and she’d thought he’d gone out. Her heart climbed its way to her throat as she tried to make him out through the gloom. Was he angry? How could she have been so careless? ‘I’m sorry, Kyrie Santos. I didn’t realise you were here. Is...is there something you need?’ she asked in as steady a voice as she could.
In the nearly six months since she’d been hired as housekeeper by Alexandro Santos, she’d never spoken to him, save for the first, rather abrupt conversation on the telephone when he’d offered her employment. This was the first time he’d been back to his luxurious retreat on the Greek island of Naxos since she’d started work, and she’d been tiptoeing around the villa for the last two days, trying to avoid him since he’d made it so clear he didn’t want to be bothered. At
