“Yes.” She nodded, standing up on tiptoes to meet his kiss. “A thousand times yes.”
And she would. A thousand times, without a beat of hesitation, because she was his, utterly and completely.
THE END
Following is an excerpt from Clare Connelly’s debut novel for Harlequin Presents BOUGHT FOR THE BILLIONAIRE’S REVENGE.
BOUGHT FOR THE BILLIONAIRE’S REVENGE
PROLOGUE
HIS CAR CHEWED up the miles easily, almost as though the Ferrari sensed his impatience.
He exited the M25, the call he’d received that morning heavy on his mind.
‘He’s broke, Nik. Not just personally, but his business, too. No more assets to mortgage. Banks are too cautious, anyway. The whole family fortune is going to go down the drain. He’s about to lose it all.’
Nikos should have felt overjoyed. There was something about chickens coming home to roost that ought to have brought him amusement. But it hadn’t.
Seeing Arthur Kenington suffer had never been his goal.
Using the man’s plight to avenge the past, though... That idea held infinite appeal.
For six years he’d carried the other man’s actions in his chest. Oh, Arthur Kenington wasn’t the first elitist snob Nikos had come up against. Being the poorest kid at a prestigious school—‘the scholarship boy’—had led to an ever-present sense of being an outsider.
But it had been so much worse with Arthur. After all, the man had paid him to get out of Marnie’s life, declaring that Nikos would never be good enough for his precious daughter. Worse, Marnie had listened to her father. She’d dropped him like a hot potato.
Marnie.
Or ‘Lady Heiress’, as she was known: the beautiful, enigmatic, softly spoken society princess who had, a long time ago, held his heart in her elegant hands. Held it, pummelled it, stabbed it and finally, at her father’s behest, rejected it. Thrown it away as though it were an inconsequential item of extremely limited value.
It had hurt like hell at the time, but Nikos had long ago credited it as the fuel that had driven his meteoric rise to the top of the finance world.
A dark smile curved his lips as he navigated the car effortlessly through London’s southern boroughs.
The tables had turned; the power was his and he would wield it over Marnie until she realised what a fool she’d been.
He had the power to help her father, to prove his own worth, and finally to hold her heart in his hands and see if he felt like being gentle...or repaying her in kind.
CHAPTER ONE
SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE COME.
The whole way into the city she’d told herself to turn around, go back. It wasn’t too late. But of course it was.
The second Marnie had heard from him the die had been cast. It had fallen into the water of her life, changing stillness to storm within seconds.
Nikos.
Nikos was back.
And he wanted to see her.
The elevator ascended inside the glass building, but it might as well have been plunging her into the depths of hell. A fine bead of perspiration had broken out on her top lip. Marnie didn’t wipe it. She hardly even noticed it.
Every cell of her body was focussed on the next half-hour of her life and how she’d get through it.
‘I need to see you. It’s important.’