Bound to the Greek Tycoon

sidian hull shimmered under the waning sun, a floating palace of cold perfec

nd marble and control. Jus

led her dark loose curls. The white linen of her dress danced aro

en since the the

he hadn't sp

gs. Ordered the captain to set sail. Offered her a cabin

swallow the islands, while her husband–her husband... hid behind wha

't know

an who looked at her as if she wer

ix this. She

the lower deck, shirt sleeves rolled up, sipping something dark

t he knew. Of course he knew. Alexander Mar

to trap you," s

was ice. "

alk away. Any self-respect

l her life because her sister was prettier, thinner, more social. The girl who'

rly. "what exactly do

ifted. "just my freed

lming. Power in the way he stood. Rage in the stillness of his hands.

ed," she said, her voic

ply, walking away. "You don't understand what you married into.Yo

d him. "The

lain myself. I didn't want you. I wanted Mira

n the salt wind. "Being silent and p

it, chest heavin

ed between th

away, his voice lower now. Rougher. "I wanted a marriage that made sense. A contract. No feelings. Someon

allowe

she said quietl

dn't

her back to him, watching t

ant. I can't smile for the cameras and pretend it doesn't

aid, voice ti

't be treated like a mistake just because I'm fat, I have curves and I feel things. Ju

ere was something in his ey

ot beautiful?" he a

dn't a

she could feel the tension vib

d. That softness is a flaw? You have no idea wh

eath h

ing her. But sh

ce cracking. "Someone who wouldn't make..

o

fa

ke he was afr

g in the tears. "Then wh

tions, Valencia. And so

e stre

him. Not soft. Not be

l his back hit the

andle you ? I grew up watching people treat me like a second-best v

her hand ov

use I decided to be

him. "What do you want? Money? Tw

don't want your money, Alex," she said, her voice low but

something in his face

an a billionaire parades in front of the world. I'm not thin and sculpted and– God, I have

ook at you. The ones who orbit you like moths. Perfect. Poised. Photogenic. A

u are not too much." gods she

d. "Then why don

flicker of something hungry. Something

your curves, they're not something you should apologize for.

r. Her heart gallopin

y won't you

the air like thunde

away-ten

d hoarsely. "Transactional. A name. A signature.

live like husband and wife. If I demand too much from you, to much that you can't give me, You get your divorce, and y

g her, his children could at least have one loving parent. A mother than would fight for and protect h

eated. "Give me a chanc

ropped to

sed. She wasn't touching him, but she could. One more step and she'd be in

ack. Not far

" he said roughly. "Y

the shadows of the corridor, leav