Bound to the Greek Tycoon

en he agreed to marry into the Doukas family. What he had wanted was Mira– elegant, poised, polished Mira. The eldest Doukas daughter had ambition in spades, and that was precisely what made he

wouldn't ask

circles. In fact, he'd chosen her because she was all those things. During their engagement, he hadn't questioned her globe-trotting lifestyle, her constant presence on red carpets, or her fondness for luxury.

hapel in Nafplio, pen in hand and jaw clenched, he was comin

ne no

him in a wedding dress that sud

tended to marry him. Maybe Kristopher had never meant to hand over his precious eldest daughter. Maybe this ha

rawled his name, his grip so tight the pen nearly

pulsing beneath every word, "who exactly h

aling a pale, anxious face and eyes that wouldn't meet his. Her las

s stomach twist

ame I heard during

ame– Eleni. But no one calls me

uld have walked out of the chapel in full view of the priest, the family, and whatever remaining dignity he ha

e pen. She accepted it silently, the flicker of a troub

"Did your family plan to switch sisters at the altar t

pink blooming acro

't take this the wrong wa

then, to his surprise, she gave a

trying to

upted, meeting his gaze with a

ength. She was clearly intelligent, candid, and not prone to hysteric

o forgives or for

ly, she recovered, her mouth quirking into a wry, almost defi

her name to the registry, her veil cascading over her shoulder like a waterfall of

ll have our cr

ng, something sharp and uninvited surged through him– an emotion he didn't recognize and certainly

de. It was just a soft brushing

s, and sweeping views of the turquoise Argolic Gulf, Valencia paced the bridal suite, her p

n't wa

t even l

uth was, she cou

ed–and she couldn't imagine him wanting to touch her now. Truthfully, she did want

strike her as a man w

e'd hidden away

e a necessity. Courage had propelled her through the ceremony. But

s of high-profile guests were waiting on the terrace below. They'd flown in from ar

t

spotlight beside him. They would laugh

These weren't her peo

s puffing around her, shoes pinching her feet

oor opened–wi

n thunderous. She shot to attentio

didn't

dn't

n them pulsed, thi

ething," she fi

re waiting,"

ipping champagne under candelabras, surrounded by white roses

the guests up

lease

refer I carr

quickly, barely

oldly. "It's a lit

agr

patience thin. "If you'

m n

ult. You made the decision." S

hide in her

t parties," she said qu

your own

be my wedding," she whisp