The Counterfeit Bride(62)

By: Liberty Blake

Upon Julia’s removal, Kelley looked at Costas, “She was not our daughter?”

“I did what I needed to do for my company. For my family.”

“Your company. Your family.” Kelley’s voice was deadly calm. He had heard that voice one night in the Scorpion’s Tail. He briefly wondered if he should warn Costas to beware of wooden objects.

“My daughter. The sweet little baby you made me give up, saying it would only be for a short time, until you could get a divorce from your wife. My daughter was here and you kept me from her again. You lied to me and made me call her a fraud.”

“It was for the best. I could see instantly that girl would not bend to my will easily.”

Theron would have to remember every word of this conversation for when he related it to Cassiopeia. She would get some satisfaction out of it. Plus she had a brother and sister who wanted to know her better. Perhaps even a mother.

“Bend to your will? You greedy monster. I should hope she wouldn’t bend to your will. I was stupid enough to do so, and what did it get me?”

“I have given you much. Jewels. Clothes. Money.”

“I have been your whore for almost thirty years. I gave up my daughter for you. Now you can go to hell.” Her voice had remained flat throughout the entire confrontation. “Kirios Christofides, could you please escort me back to my flat? And perhaps loan me some of your security team. I need them to keep the undesirable element away from me.”

“Your flat? I gave you those apartments!” Costas shouted.

“You gave me nothing, Costas. I earned them, the old-fashioned way. I am ashamed to admit it, but earn them I did.”

As they exited the building, Kelley Flynn looked at Theron with eyes almost as beautiful as her daughter’s. “Do you think she will ever forgive me?”

“Your daughter is a pyrotechnia mikros, but she is also very loving. She truly cares about people. Give her some time.” Theron hoped he was right and that Cassiopeia would forgive her mama. The woman needed to have hope in her heart.

Theron had arrived home anxious to tell his wife that the business deal was settled and the Jenkinses were out of their lives forever. He knew something was wrong as soon as he walked through the door. The vibrancy Cassidy brought with her was missing. He opened door after door. His feet moved faster with each step. By the time he reached the master bedroom door, he was running. Relief flooded his body as he threw open her closet doors and found her clothing still there.

She must be visiting Enzio, he thought.

Enzio wasn’t there and neither was Cassidy.

He went back to his room and searched for her passport. It wasn’t on his bureau where he had left it. He should have put everything in the safe last night, but he had been too intent on bedding his new wife.

Where could she be?


When he had entered his mother’s living room, her face said it all.

Lynda and Moose had glared at him balefully. His heart sank. His wife hadn’t turned to the people she thought of as parents.

“Theron, what have you done?”

He had been asking himself that same question for five whole, miserable months. He pushed his dinner away and walked out the kitchen door, heading for the barn. Maybe a good ride would put him to sleep. Maybe tonight his dreams would not be filled with images of Cassidy. He didn’t know which image haunted him more; the one where she glowed in his arms after making love, or the look of despair when she thought he had no faith in her.

He had seen it in her eyes, but he could not reassure her. He wanted her out of that house before any more words could be said to hurt her.

He should have read her look better that day in Costas’ office and sent Luca with her. He had thought she was safe with his driver and would be at home awaiting him when he completed his task.

Where the hell was his wife?

His investigators had tracked her as far as Sydney and then lost all trace of her. She had not returned to her ranch or her bar. When the Jenkinses had so foolishly returned to the Grandmother’s house, they were met by a gang of bikers who held them there until the police arrived with warrants for Jenkins’ arrest for the murder of Cassidy’s grandmother. But Cassidy had not been there with them.

The three Jenkinses, Patsy, Joe, and Julia, had been lucky to escape Greece without having to spend a great deal of time in a Greek prison. Only Kelley’s intervention had kept them free. She brokered a deal with Theron to save Dolmides’s face and the company.

He received weekly phone calls from Kelley inquiring about her daughter and grandson. He feared if Kelley found Cassidy first he would have to fight the woman to get his wife back.