“I know.”
Rio stepped inside without being invited. His suit was Savile Row, his watch a Patek Philippe, and his presence filled her cramped flat like a tidal wave. “Your father owed me more than you know. And now you owe me.” lynne graham books
The silence was absolute.
Rio’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Then I sell everything tomorrow. Your employees — your elderly manager, Mabel, who needs hip surgery — will be on the street. Your grandmother’s rose garden, the one you’ve kept alive since you were twelve, becomes a parking lot.” “I know
“Six months,” she said hoarsely. “No… no intimacy clause.” And now you owe me
Then his real father had appeared. The old man had shown Lily photos of Rio’s real fiancée — a shipping heiress. “Step aside, little flower,” the tycoon had sneered. “Or he loses everything.”
