Bound to the Greek Tycoon

ul day for a wed

ust beyond the promenade, calm and endless, while the gentle hum of distant waves was barely audible over the chime of church bells. Nestled atop the stone steps of an old chapel,

d flickering candlelights created a sense of quiet re

e doorway, her hand rest

ze ahead, her steps measured as she moved down the aisle, toward the man waiting at

a distant promise around men like Alex.She had money of her own.Her aunt had created a trust fund for her before she passe

eing the shadow of her perfect sister, of being the daughter who never quite meas

. This marriage, however unconventional, however cold, was her way out. Out of the expectations. Out of invisibility.

a ripple of doubt moved throug

dly in her ears she could barely hear the sof

tight across the ribs, the boning pressing into her with every breath. The silk clung too snugly to h

enough that only her father could he

hrough clenched teet

closer, desperation creeping into her voice.

tensed. "Keep y

earlier," she murmured.

is mouth and the glint of steel in his eyes. "That man signed a contract.

wal

. Like she wasn't trembling inside this too-tight gow

She couldn't. She had

e floor–and lifted her chin. Her hand trembled against her father's arm, but she

e bride stepped through the

hesitant, less polished. The posture, the rhythm of her steps, even the way she clutched her

n pooled in his gut. Kristopher ha

all p

and in his world, reputation meant everything. And yet here he stood, the c

betrayal. Kristopher Doukas had dared to swap daughters and parade him like a fool

felt the urge to turn and leave. To walk straight out of this chapel, out

tep back, shoulder

n–he he

d, so softly it barely re

topped h

atious. It was raw. Honest. There w

uiet r

de him. The trembling hands. The too-tight bodice. The girl tryi