âYou are due to receive your monthly allowance tomorrow.â
Although he had not bothered to identify himself, there was no mistakng the deep, commanding tones of Leiandrosâs voice.
It was a voice that haunted her dreams, erotic dreams that woke her in the middle of the night, sweating and shaking.
âI wonât be sanctioning that deposit, or any other, until you come to Greece.â No explanation, just an ultimatum.
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âTHE coldhearted bitch.â
Flinching as the words flew venomously from her sister-in-lawâs lips, Savannah Marie Kiriakis forced her gaze to remain fixed on the emerald-green grass in front of her.
The traditional Greek Orthodox graveside service was over and everyone had paid their final respects, everyone but her. Poised on the edge of the grave, a single white rose in her hand, she tried coming to terms with thisâthe final end to her marriage.
Relief warred with guilt inside her, forcing out the pain of Ionaâs verbal attack.
Relief that her own torment was over. No one would ever again threaten to take her children. And guilt that this should be her reaction to the death of another human being, particularly Dionâa man she had married in good faith and youthful stupidity six years ago.
âWhat right has she to be here?â Iona continued when her first insult was not only ignored by Savannah, but also by the other mourners.
Dionâs younger sister had a flair for the dramatic.
Unbidden, Savannahâs gaze sought the reaction of Leiandros Kiriakis to his cousinâs outburst. His dark eyes were not set on Iona, but focused on Savannah with a look of such contempt if sheâd been a weaker person, she would have been tempted to jump into the grave with her dead husband.
She could not turn away, though her heart and emotions were screaming inside for her to do just that. Leiandrosâs contempt might be justified, but it hurt in a way that Dionâs frequent infidelities and bouts of violent temper had not.
The smell of fresh earth mixed with the floral offerings covering the now closed casket assailed her nostrils and she managed to shift her gaze to her husbandâs grave.
âIâm sorry,â she whispered soundlessly before dropping the rose she carried onto the casket and stepping back.
âA touching gesture, if an empty one.â More words meant to wound, but these delivered directly to her with the sharp precision of a stiletto aimed at her heart.
It took every bit of Savannahâs inner fortitude to turn and face Leiandros after the way he had looked at her a moment ago. âIs it an empty gesture for a wife to say her final goodbye?â she asked as she lifted her head to make eye contact.
And wished she hadnât. Eyes so dark, they were almost black, blazed with a scorn she knew she had earned, but nevertheless grieved. Of all the Kiriakis clan, this man was the only one with legitimate reason to despise her. Because he had firsthand knowledge of the fact she had not loved Dion, not passionately and with her whole heart as a man like her husband had needed to be loved.
âYes empty. You said goodbye to Dion three years ago.â
She shook her head in instinctive denial. Leiandros was mistaken. She would never have risked saying goodbye to Dion before fleeing Greece with her two small daughters in tow. Her only hope of escape had been to board the international flight for America before Dion realized she was gone.
By the time he had tracked her down, she had filed for a legal separation, thus preventing him from spiriting their children from the country. She had also filed a restraining order, citing her healing bruises and cracked ribs as evidence that she was not safe in Dionâs company.
The Kiriakis clan knew nothing of this. Even Leiandros, head of the Kiriakis Empire and thus the family, was ignorant of the reasons for the final break in Dion and Savannahâs marriage.
Leiandrosâs sculpted face hardened. âThatâs right. You never did say a final goodbye. You wouldnât give Dion his freedom and you wouldnât live with him. You were the kind of wife nightmares are made of.â