Wife By Contract, Mistress By Demand
Five years later, as she gazed across the lawyer's office at Rufus Gabriella knew that she still hated him!
"If I could get straight on to the terms of Mr Gresham's will—?" David Brewster prompted politely once they were seated.
"Go ahead," Rufus instructed tersely.
He didn't want her here, Gabriella knew. Or his cousin Toby, if the way the two men had greeted each other a few minutes ago was anything to go by. On that she could agree with him however, after what Toby had done.
But although she knew Rufus wouldn't believe her, she really wished she weren't here.
Given a choice, she would rather James hadn't died at all. She'd much rather he were still here giving her the fatherly advice and love that she had found so invaluable since her mother's death a year ago.
James had been devastated after Heather was killed in a car crash last year, and never really seemed to fully recover from the blow. He had suffered a heart attack six months later, and then another, fatal one, a month ago.
No, given a choice Gabriella would rather have had both James and Heather still alive than being summoned to this ... read full excerpt from Wife by Contract, Mistress by Demand ebook
