The Forgotten Gallo Bride. Natalie Anderson
little...’ He lunged for her through the open car door but Tomas stepped in front of her like an avenging angel.
‘She’s my wife.’ Tomas bit the words out. ‘And you’ll leave her alone.’
‘Your wife? She’s worse than useless. She won’t be—’
‘I neither want nor expect anything from her,’ Tomas interrupted, still ice-cold. ‘She’s not a commodity to me.’
He jerked his head at Jasper and the lawyer closed the car door, sealing her away from the ugliness and the threats. But she could still hear their conversation.
‘Try to contact her again and I will destroy the little you have left of a life.’
She shivered at the ruthless promise.
Her uncle fell back a step. ‘You can’t destroy me. I’ll go to the media—’
‘And tell them you sold your niece to a total stranger? The same girl who bears the bruises from your fist?’ Tomas coolly goaded. ‘You’re a gambling man. You know it’s time to cut your losses and leave.’
Tomas got back into the car and drove them away. The last time she saw her uncle he was red-faced, sweaty and defeated.
Tomas’s mouth was held firm and she didn’t dare speak a word as he drove them away from her uncle and towards the hotel he was staying in. She could feel the cold rage rolling off him. Jasper, sitting in the back seat, was utterly mute.
Tomas glanced at her and suddenly broke the silence. ‘Don’t be frightened. He won’t bother you again.’
She was still afraid. She had no idea what she was going to do.
‘You’ll fly to London in the morning,’ Tomas continued, turning his attention back to the road. ‘I have your passport from your uncle as we needed it for the wedding. Jasper will ensure the marriage is annulled in the next few days. I will gift you a one-off payment. You never have to return here and you never have to see him again. Or me, for that matter. You’re free to do as you wish.’
Her fears melted away. She bit her lip. She didn’t know how to thank this man. She couldn’t even look him in the eyes; he was so gorgeous, and now he’d done this?
‘Your uncle is a greedy gambler and poor businessman. He thought our marriage would mean I’d committed to his company. He didn’t bother asking me to draw up any binding documents in regards to any investment. He thought he’d won the lottery and showed just what he was capable of.’ He shook his head regretfully. ‘He thought he could sell you.’ He pulled up outside the hotel and sent her a small smile. ‘But we got him, didn’t we?’
He was so handsome and, in that moment, almost mischievous...
* * *
On a whim she’d probably never fully understand, he’d offered her an escape and she’d sold herself to him that very afternoon.
But he’d never actually wanted her. He was too much the maverick for that. It was his distaste for her uncle that had forced him to act. In less than forty-eight hours Tomas had gotten her out of there and then disappeared from her life.
She lifted the tray and made herself lift her chin. She did owe him. And now it seemed she was going to owe him for yet more—a night’s accommodation to wait out the storm.
As she walked back along the corridor and headed up the wide staircase, she realised his wing of the house was warm. The luxurious thick carpet was plush and intricate. It truly was a stately home with its antique furniture and polished wood. On the first floor she glanced at the walls, expecting gilt-edged frames of the family portrait gallery.
That was when she paused in amazement. There were pictures, but they weren’t in frames. Slowly she progressed along the gallery towards the lit room at the end that she assumed was his office. But she was unable to look away from the pages and pages pinned to the wall. Pictures of people with notes written underneath all of them—dates, times, messages about meetings, details about the individuals pictured.
Her heart pounded. It was like the case room in some FBI movie. Was she in a house with a total psychopath or was he some kind of overachieving stalker?
Of course he wasn’t. She knew that about him. She knew he was ruthless, yes. But he was also kind. And he was ferociously good at his job.
She looked again and saw there was a rough timeline to the wall. It covered almost a decade. There were pictures of Tomas as well and hand-scrawled notes in pencil beneath. Press clippings about himself as if he were a total narcissist? It just didn’t make sense.
A horrible feeling sank into her bones. All these people pictured were people connected to him, mostly through business. They were people he knew.
Or had known.
She replayed that conversation they’d had only minutes ago on his doorstep—remembering his abruptness, his defensiveness. And when he’d asked that question—‘Do I know you?’
He hadn’t looked angered as much as guarded. He hadn’t wanted to ask her that question. What had he been wary of? Her answering yes?
Why would that have been a problem? Because he hadn’t remembered her?
If he’d asked ‘have we met?’ she wouldn’t have lied. But she’d hidden behind semantics. Now she registered that there was more than an arrogant aloofness to him, there was a barrier. He was locked away. She remembered Jasper’s agitation and insistence that Tomas was still suffering since that accident. Her own hurt pride had blinded her to the obvious.
She knew Tomas had carried Jasper to safety seconds before the car had exploded—that had been well documented in the press. It had been reported that Tomas had been thrown to the ground with his leg shredded. And his head?
He didn’t welcome guests, didn’t want intrusion. Why? Because he didn’t want to talk about anyone, or himself?
She feared there was a very good reason for that and she was furious with Jasper for not telling her the truth. What else hadn’t he told her?
‘What are you doing in here?’
She jumped at the furious demand and almost dropped the tray she was carrying. Turning, she saw Tomas had come up behind her. The iciness in his eyes was impenetrable. He was livid.
Her blood quickened. ‘Looking for you.’
But the plush carpet had masked his footfall.
‘You do not come up here. Ever,’ he snapped.
Zara’s anger flared—a mixture of guilt and outrage. He was rude and arrogant and she didn’t care how much of a hard time he’d had, there was no need to be so vile to someone. She’d been spoken to like that too many times in her life and she no longer stood for it. Ever. ‘No wonder you can’t keep staff when you speak to them like that.’
He visibly recoiled and then blinked. ‘The Kilpatricks have been loyal to me all this last year. They’re only away this weekend to attend a family celebration.’
She gaped at him for a second. ‘That wasn’t what I was told.’
‘And what were you told exactly?’ He stepped forward and grasped her shoulders. ‘And by whom?’
‘I told you. Jasper. He said you’d been left without any staff. That you needed someone for a week or so.’
‘How do you know him?’
‘I told you that already too. He helped me out a while back.’
‘Helped you out?’
She threw him a look as she heard the insinuation in his tone. ‘He’s old enough to be my father.’
‘That doesn’t stop many women. He’s very wealthy—’
‘You just can’t stop insulting me, can you?’ She glared