The Greek Tycoon's Disobedient Bride
'The Metaxis family are waiting for me to die.' Feverish hatred burned in Gladys Stewart's embittered gaze. 'Vultures—that's what they are!'
'Well, whoever they are they'll have to wait a little longer,' the nurse informed the older woman cheerfully while she checked her blood pressure. 'You have great vitality.'
'You've got no business interrupting a private conversation!' her patient hissed in a tone of pure vitriol, her thin hands clenching on the bedclothes. 'I was addressing my granddaughter. Ophelia…where are you? Ophelia?'
A young woman with unusual pale blue eyes was engaged in piling up discarded bed linen. Directing an apologetic glance at the district nurse, she moved forward. Small in stature, she wore a loose sweater and trousers that only hinted at her hourglass figure. Hair the colour of ripe wheat was tied up with a piece of gardening twine. But nothing could hide her beauty.
'I'm here,' she told her grandmother.
As she studied her Gladys Stewart's narrow mouth compressed with furious resentment. 'If you made more effort, you'd have had a husband years ago!' she condemned bitterly. 'Your mother was ... read full excerpt from: The Greek Tycoon's Disobedient Bride ebook
