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Greek Millionaire, Unruly Wife
SUN CHARA A division of HarperCollinsPublishers HarperImpulse an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF First published in Great Britain by HarperImpulse 2017 Copyright © Sun Chara 2017 Cover images © Shutterstock.com Cover layout design by HarperCollinsPublishers Cover design by Alex Allden Sun Chara asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins. Ebook Edition ©April 2017 ISBN:9780008105747 Version 2017-01-16
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Table of Contents
“I’ll take that one.” “The green gown, Monsieur Leonadis?” “No, the model.” The man chuckled. “The model’s not for sale, monsieur.” “You wanna bet?” Michalis Leonadis loosened his tie, lifted an arrogant eyebrow at the sales manager of the Haute Couture show in Paris, and geared up for battle…not with the manager but…with her. Tracking the model every step with his slitted gaze, he slipped a hand inside the pocket of his jacket and extracted a card, then a pen. Julia, strutting down the runway and steaming up the ballroom in the Hôtel de Crillon had cost him a marriage, and a billion dollars in a Tokyo deal gone belly-up. As if that hadn’t been enough, his head of security informed him she’d recently given— Applause broke out, splintering his thoughts, and spiking his fury…his passion. For revenge. She’d ripped his heart out. Shredded his pride. Cost him. Her untimely exit had rocked his sphere and his bank account. She nearly bankrupted him. He’d put everything
