The Heiress Bride
"SOONER or later, you will surely choose to marry someone," Sander Christoulakis pointed out, his emphasis of that last word reluctant. "Why not Ione Gakis?"
Alexio made no response. On one level, he could not believe that this peculiar conversation was actually taking place. Once he would have laughed in his father's face at the very idea of an arranged marriage. But, for almost two years, Alexio had been living in a hell of grief from which he only escaped when he buried himself in work. In a desperate attempt to obliterate the yawning emptiness inside him, he had flung himself into a series of wild affairs but no miracle recovery had followed. Indeed, if anything, those shallow sexual entanglements had left him with a sour taste in his mouth.
"It is an honour that Minos Gakis should have approached our family with the offer of his daughter," Sander continued with quiet persistence, watching his volatile son with hopeful measuring eyes for his reaction. "He has a very high regard for your business acumen and his health has been troubling him. He needs a son-in-law whom he can trust."
Alexio was grimly amused by that clever speech, which s ... read full excerpt from: The Heiress Bride ebook
