The Brazilian's Blackmail Bargain
Dublin, six months later… "WE JUST have to meet with Mr Murphy and then it's all over." In the back of the car as they left the graveyard, Maggie took her mother's hand in hers, concerned by her ashen pallor.
Her mother drew in a shaky breath. "Love, I don't think I can sit through it…I really don't—"
Maggie tightened her hand in comfort as her mother's eyes filled and her mouth trembled.
She turned stricken eyes to her daughter. "I'm not sad… Is that terrible? I'm so relieved that he's finally gone; when I think of what I put you through all these years, how I could have—"
"Shh, Mum. Don't think about it now. It's over. He'll never harm either of us again. We're free."
Her heart ached at the desolation in her mother's eyes, the lines on her face, the lifeless hair scraped back. She had once been a beautiful, vibrant woman. The reason why Tom Holland had wanted her for himself after her father's untimely death. He'd been pathologically jealous of his cousin.
In those days, as a young widow in Ireland with nothing but the house left to her and a small child, Maggie's mother had been vulnerable. When Tom had promise ... read full excerpt from The Brazilian's Blackmail Bargain ebook
