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The Wealthy Greek's Contract Wife(9)

By:Penny Jordan

       
           



       
‘To behave as though I'm in love with you?' Lizzie supplied lightly,   determined not to let him see how humiliated she felt. The thought of   having to act as though she loved him filled her with an immediate and   self-defensive need to refuse.

It was bad enough that he was humiliating her by offering her money,   without her own painful awareness of her fear that the physical longing   he aroused in her so easily might overwhelm her.

A truly brave person did not turn and flee from their own fear and   danger, Lizzie reminded herself. A truly brave person stood their ground   and fought to overcome it, to make themselves even stronger. And   besides, how could she turn down the money he was prepared to offer her   when she knew what it would mean at home. It would clear the mortgage,   for one thing, and leave nearly ten thousand pounds' much needed ‘rainy   day money'.

It meant that she would be quite literally selling herself to him-a man   she already knew affected her as no man ever had. But she had to accept   his offer for the sake of her family. How could she live with herself  if  she didn't, knowing the huge difference it would make to their  lives?

‘To behave as though our relationship is genuine and desired by both of   us,' Ilios told her. ‘Very, well, then.' he continued, when Lizzie   remained silent. ‘If you prefer to have your family stripped of the roof   over their heads-'

What kind of fool was she to dare to try and refuse him? What was she   expecting? That he would turn into some kind of white knight in shining   armour? Some kind of saviour who would generously let her off any kind   of payment? It was time she grew up and learned as he had had to learn   that saviours didn't exist. The only way to escape from the burdens  life  presented you with was to dig your own way out from under  them-with  your bare hands, if necessary, as he had. No doubt she  expected him to  feel sorry for her, with her tale of how her family had  suffered and how  she believed it was her duty to protect them. Why  should he? Who had  ever protected him when he had needed protection? No  one. Hardship made a  person stronger, unless they were so weak in the  first place that they  went to the wall. She must know that herself,  since she had strength.

Ilios frowned. When and how had he decided, without knowing more about   her, that Lizzie Wareham had strength? Strength was something he admired   and respected, after all. Especially when that strength was hardwon.

‘No, of course I don't,' Lizzie told Ilios fiercely, immediately   tormented by the horrific images his callous words had conjured up. ‘I   just don't understand why you should want to marry me.'

It was the wrong thing to have said.

‘I don't,' Ilios assured her, and the look he gave her sliced her pride   to the bone. ‘It is my lawyers who believe that the best way for me to   protect what is rightfully mine from my cousin's greedy machinations is   for me to marry. Tino needs money. He thinks he can blackmail me into   giving him that money by threatening to challenge my right of   inheritance under our grandfather's will. He knows that I will never   give up what is in effect a sacred charge on me, a duty to both the   history of our name and its future, so he thinks I will give in to him.   But I shall not. He claims that the fact that I am known to have sworn   never to marry and do not have a wife means I have broken an unwritten   article of faith-namely that Villa Manos must be passed down through  the  male line of our family. Villa Manos and its lands are a sacred  trust.  They have been in our family for over five hundred years. They  are the  essence of what we are. Manos blood, my father's blood, was  sacrificed  for them. There is nothing I will not do to hold my duty and  to meet it.  Nothing!'

His fury, and the pride that went with it, filled the air around her so   that she could almost feel and taste them, Lizzie recognized.

‘Tino believes that he has backed me into a corner,' he continued   angrily. ‘That I will be prepared to buy him off in order to keep Villa   Manos. My solicitors advise me that the best and only guaranteed way to   block Tino's plans is for me to marry. After all, with blackmail one   payment is never the end, it is merely the beginning. If I were to give   in to him now-which I have no intention of doing-Tino would think that   he has me in his power.'

Privately Lizzie found it impossible to imagine that anyone, male or   female, would be foolish enough to think they could control a man like   Ilios Manos.

‘Why don't you simply find someone you genuinely want to marry?' she suggested. ‘After all, a man with your-'                       
       
           



       

‘With my what?' Ilios stopped her. ‘With my wealth? That is exactly why I   am not married and why I never intend to marry. Only a fool  voluntarily  puts himself in a position where a woman can enjoy a rich  man's money  both in marriage and then out of it, after they both  discover that they  no longer want one another. The curse of wealth is  that it has the same  attraction for sharks as fresh blood. My marriage  to you will be  different. You will already have been paid to wear my  name and my ring.  My cousin does not have the temperament for a long  fight. Once he sees  that I am married he will lose interest and the  marriage can be  annulled.'

Lizzie shivered as she heard the implacable merciless coldness in   Ilios's voice. It reminded her all too well of what the reality of her   situation was.

Once, before their parents' death, she might have been an impulsive   eager young woman who believed that one day the sensuality of her nature   would find joyous fulfilment with a man who was her soul mate. But  that  had been a long time ago. Since then she had believed that  sensuality  and its satisfaction were things she had put to one side  without regret.  Now, though-albeit against her will-she suspected that  Ilios Manos had  reignited her female desire. That made her vulnerable  to him in a way  that could not be countenanced.

For her own sake she should protect herself by returning to England and   never thinking about him or seeing him again. For her own sake. But  what  about her family? For them, for their sake to protect them, she  needed  to stay here and accept the terms that Ilios was forcing on her.  How  could she possibly put herself first?

As though he had access to her private thoughts, Ilios told her   unkindly, ‘You have two choices. Either you agree to marry me, and in   doing so give your sisters the financial protection you claim is   all-important to you, or you refuse and face the consequences. Because I   will pursue you for repayment of your debt to me, with all the power  at  my command. And I warn you-do not make the mistake of thinking I do  not  mean what I say or that I will not carry out my retribution.'

Two choices? He was wrong about that, Lizzie admitted bleakly to herself. She had no choice at all.

Even so, she managed to keep her head held high as she told him, ‘Very   well, then. I shall marry you-although there seems to be something you   have overlooked in your calculations,' she couldn't resist adding.

‘Which is?' he demanded.

‘You said that Villa Manos and its lands must be passed from father to son,' Lizzie pointed out to him.

‘And so it shall be,' Ilios agreed. ‘We are living in the twenty-first   century now,' he told her matter-of-factly. ‘A child can be created   without its parents having to meet, never mind get married.'

‘But what about love?' Lizzie couldn't stop herself from asking. ‘You may fall in love, and then-'

‘That will never happen. I don't believe in what you call "love", and I   don't want to. I would never trust any woman to have my children and  not  at some stage use them as pawns for her own benefit.'

The harshness in his voice warned Lizzie that this was a dangerous   subject, one which raised strong emotions in him, even though she   suspected that Ilios himself would refuse to accept that. But not to   believe in love-of any kind … Lizzie shivered at the thought of such a   cold and barren existence. Love could hurt the human heart-badly-but   surely it was also woven into the weft and warp of human life in a way   that made it as essential as air and water.