Launch a line from a top design house in the world? As his wife, she has nothing to complain about.His wife?He had to be joking; he had always liked making her miserable!"You cannot see that boy anymore, Kassandra."No more trips to New York...Romanos allows you far too much financial freedom, but not anymore.Kassandra met his gaze, and everything within her stilled.Darian Timandros didn’t give his word or make a promise easily. When he did,Fear struck her so hard that her knees shuddered under her.He instantly moved forward to catch her, but Kassandra jerked away from him. "Don’t come near me," she whispered.She grabbed the door to stop it from sliding to the floor in a puddle. She wanted to scream her denial, but what left her mouth was a soft gasp.He would never forgive her, or himself, for Rhode’s death; never even give her a chance. would punish them both for the rest of their lives.And to even contemplate being his wife in the true sense of the word...Perversely, she
She didn’t feel anything except a questionable warmth at seeing a familiar face.Why Darian of all men? Was she that much of a sucker for pain?"I can see that you’re—" Kal’s gaze swept over her, "—looking astonishingly well, so I’m not going to ask how you have been."Set against Darian’s lacerating contempt, there was a slumbering, almost comforting quality to Kal that had always put her at ease. Looking into the bottomless depths of Kal’s eyes now, she wondered how much of that warmth was a deceptive facade.Come, I’ll take you home. "Darian will thank me for stopping his precious wife from getting arrested for indecent exposure."Kassandra shivered, only barely stopping herself from covering her chest with her arms. Hearing herself referred to as Darian’s wife, even the mention of that bond that tied them together made her queasy inside, and Kal knew it.Straightening her shoulders and resolutely holding her arms down, she glared at him. "Then he shouldn’t have dumped me in that m
Having known how cunningly perceptive Kal was, Darian decided to leave. It had been a miracle in itself that Kal had—showing what Romanos would have called uncharacteristic wisdom—left Darian alone after Kassandra’s latest stunt.He didn’t want to discuss Kassandra with him, of all people.Kal’s jaw was already black and blue, and for once, Darian enjoyed the result of his loss of control. "Put some ice on it."Kal stopped him with a hand on his arm. "You’re pushing it too far, Darian.""Leave it alone, Kal." He knew exactly what his friend was talking about.Moving around him, Kal blocked his path. "You went above and beyond what Romanos asked of you. "Wash your hands off."Romanos, to whom he and Kal owed their entire world, had asked for only one thing in return after becoming their salvation when they had been nothing but uneducated thugs.And Darian had failed spectacularly at it. "Have you forgiven yourself for everything you have ever done? Or failed to do so?"All emotion seep
Kassandra dropped it with a gasp, her heart jamming in her throat. Perspiration condensed on her forehead as she stared down at the phone on the dull carpet.It pinged again, jolting her out of her haze. She swiped it open to the text.Come down to the café in ten minutes. I have an offer for you.An offer? Could she trust him? Had she finally gotten through to him?I will scream if I see your security guys.’She waited, her breath hanging in her throat.Enough drama, Kassandra. Come down or I will come upstairs.The thought of Darian invading her private space, as much of a jail as it was, sent her fingers flying over the phone.Fine, see you in a bit.She felt more hopeful than she’d been in months. She was about to step into the shower when it pinged again.Kassandra ' Dress appropriately.Leaning against the bathroom wall, she made an utterly juvenile face at the phone. The small space thundered with the boom of her heart.Darian was here because he had bought her bluff. It wouldn
Despite losing her father suddenly in a car accident and being thrust into an unfamiliar world that Romanos and he lived in, he had never seen her morose or down.That same selfishness that he abhorred also lent her a strange strength. It was as if she stood behind a veil that separated her emotions, her very self, from the people around her."So was all that food to please the waiter?""Where are your manners, Darian?""All my finer qualities disappear like a mist when it comes to you, Kassandra.""I was running this afternoon. So all that food is for me. "Darian nodded, understanding the toned lightness of her body. "What happened to walking out of the flat and the job? To let your little lawyer loose on me? "He saw her still for a second before she turned toward him. "I... Philip advised me to not do anything rash.""And you listened." which meant she trusted him, which meant Darian needed to know everything about him.The waiter brought the food, and she grabbed a fork. A satisf
His laughter clanged in the open café. It was a sound Kassandra had so rarely heard that she stared at him, her breath caught somewhere in her throat.That lean chest rumbled as if he couldn’t contain it. From the long column of his throat to the sharp grooves in his sliced cheeks, he was gorgeous to behold.It seemed the café froze around them to take in the sight.A woman at the next table stilled with her coffee cup halfway to her mouth, her gaze eating him up. Still laughing, he pushed back the thick lock of jet-black hair that fell onto his forehead.And the solid gold band on his finger glinted in the streetlight.The twinkle of the metal struck Kassandra in the chest as if it were an arrow.The wedding band... He was wearing his wedding band.The ring she had slipped onto his finger while tears had pooled in her eyes. The ring that had bound her to him in the holiest of bonds and yet was nothing but a shackle...Why did he wear the damned ring? Had he worn it that day aboard Ka
She had been Without a doubt.Darian didn’t know what more shocked him. The fact that she would tell such a white lie about something so trivial or the reality of her lifeless, joyless flatIt was as if she had intentionally designed herself a sterile prison cell and had punished herself.Everything inside him recoiled at the thought that she had lived like this for five years. Why? Why live as though she was punishing herself when she had argued with him so furiously that she wanted it to end?Had Rhode’s death scared her so much? Had it really changed her?There was not a single thing out of place in the living room, or the small kitchen, or in the glimpse he had caught of her bedroom. She had everything she required.The cupboards were full of silverware; a plasma television adorned the wall in the living room, yet was coated with five layers of dust.There were no decorative items, no knickknacks. Just the bare essentials wherever he looked. The walls were a pristine white exactly
"Answer me.""No, I don’t regret it. I would have done anything to save you from that drug-induced-drink-all-night-reckless-party life."No denial rushed out of her this time. Instead, she closed her eyes and bent her head to his chest. The raw intimacy of the gesture flayed him, reaching a part he didn’t know he possessed.Her shoulders pushing at his chest, the scent of her coating the air he breathed, her lithe form was so tempting. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, he wanted to bury his mouth in... Feeling like an iron anvil was sitting on his chest, he clasped her wrists to push her away.Instead, the pad of his thumb moved over the plump vein of its own will.Her breaths came in a slow rasp until, suddenly, she looked up. His lungs burned for air as her fingers laced around his, as a blunt nail raked the center of his palm, her molten brown gaze clung to his lips.Something so desperate and wanting flashed in her gaze that Darian dropped her hand.It was so unlike Kassandra