‘How on earth do you still have all that money?’
‘What would I have spent it on?’ I countered, which was not quite the truth.
‘Seriously, Daisy…’
‘I invested it,’ I told him. ‘And the profits will allow me to repay you and keep some for myself.’
He shook his head slowly, as if he couldn’t believe I was clever enough to have done such a thing, or courageous enough to ask him for an annulment. But I was both, and I was proud of it.
His jaw hardened and he folded his arms. ‘I don’t wish to have an annulment.’
‘That’s too bad for you, then, isn’t it?’
His eyes flashed dangerously. I knew I shouldn’t have provoked him like that, but I wasn’t having this high-handed manner now.
‘Our agreement was clear, Matteo. I could have the marriage annulled at any time, as long as I gave the money back. You just never thought I would.’
His lips tightened. ‘It is exceedingly inconvenient for me to have our marriage annulled.’
‘Oh, dear,’ I mocked. ‘I’m so sorry.’
‘Don’t, Daisy.’
‘How about you don’t—don’t stand in my way? I’m the one abiding by our agreement, Matteo, not you.’
Matteo shook his head slowly from side to side, as if trying to clear it. Then he shook it more forcefully.
‘This is ridiculous. What on earth are you going to do once our marriage is annulled? Where will you go?’
‘Actually, I intend to stay on Amanos.’
‘What?’ He stared at me in scathing disbelief. ‘Not in my house.’
‘No, of course not. I’ll rent a place in the village.’ I’d already seen one—a small, whitewashed one-bedroom cottage that was reasonable.
‘Why, if you intend to stay on Amanos, can’t you stay married to me?’
I didn’t reply, and Matteo’s eyes narrowed.
‘Have you met someone else? Are you having an affair?’
‘That’s rich, coming from you.’
Matteo’s affairs were plastered all over the tabloids, which was the whole reason I was meant to be invisible.
‘Are you, Daisy?’
He looked furious, which was entirely unfair.
‘As it happens, no, I am not.’
Something in my tone must have given me away because understanding flashed in his eyes like lightning.
‘But you wish to?’
‘No, actually. I have no desire to have seedy, sordid affairs the way you do,’ I retorted.
‘What, then?’
I shook my head, regretting having said anything about it. ‘Let’s focus on the annulment.’
‘I need to know why.’
‘No, you don’t.’
‘Yes, I do.’
I threw up my hands, exasperated. ‘Matteo, you don’t—’
‘Not an affair…’ he mused out loud. ‘But something else. What could it be?’
Was he really so dense? Had the concept of true love really never occurred to him? Was it so off his radar that he couldn’t imagine me or anyone else wanting it? Or was it that I was so unappealing to him he couldn’t imagine anyone wanting me?
I shook my head, deciding to end his misery. ‘I’m twenty-six years old, Matteo. I want a real marriage one day. A real family.’
I heard the ache of longing in my voice, and I knew he heard it too. A baby…that was what I really wanted. A family of my own—something I’d never had. I’d take the husband too, of course, but his image was a lot hazier.
‘A family?’ He looked surprised. ‘You want children?’
‘Yes—children, a husband, the lot. Most people do. Don’t you?’
He was silent for a moment. ‘I will need an heir eventually,’ he said at last.
I spread my hands. ‘There you go. We both need something other than a convenient marriage in name only. So this annulment works for both of us.’
‘I already told you it doesn’t for me.’
‘Because of your grandfather?’
‘Yes, because of him. As long as he is alive I must stay married—which you know.’
‘You said it would no longer be an issue after two years.’
‘Because I thought he would be dead.’
I flinched at that, because it sounded so horribly cold. Matteo swore under his breath and then whirled around on his heel, driving one hand through his ink-dark hair, making it ruffled in a way that would have been cute—except nothing about Matteo Dias was cute. He was dark, deadly, powerful, and incredibly charismatic. I felt drawn to him like a moth to dangerous flame, and unlike that hapless insect I knew I’d get burned.
Which was one of the reasons I wanted an annulment. Without Matteo Dias even on the periphery of my life there was far less danger of being singed. I’d already spent too much time poring over those magazine articles, wondering about the man I’d married and wishing he’d show a little interest in me. But I should have known someone as potently male, as powerful and autocratic as Matteo Dias, would balk at the idea of an annulment. He was a man who called the shots, who needed to be in control. And here I was, trying to take the reins.
Matteo turned around to face me, and that rush of incredulous rage had been replaced by something icily composed, leaving the angles of his beautiful face hard and unforgiving.
‘I am not giving you an annulment.’
‘You don’t have any choice,’ I shot back.
But inside I quailed. Matteo Dias had a lot more money and power than I did. Giving back his money was going to have me living on pennies, no matter what I’d told him. But I had to be free. I had to have a chance to pursue my dream of love and family—otherwise what point was there in anything?
But of course Matteo didn’t understand that, and I had no desire to spell it out for him.
Looking at him now, I saw a new hardness in his eyes, felt the unrelenting iron in his soul, and I wondered what had caused him to be so ruthlessly unyielding. It reminded me that I knew nothing about this man beyond what I’d read in the tabloids and what he’d chosen to tell me when we’d first met.
I’d been at my lowest point then: six months in the city, out of cash and—in the last few seconds before we met—out of a job for slapping a man’s hand away when he tried to grope me. But more than that, I’d been out of hope—and that was what had led me to consider Matteo’s outrageous offer even for a second and then to accept it.
‘I have a deal for you.’
Those were his first words to me. I was standing on the street in the lashing rain, hugging my bag to my chest and waiting for the bus, when he came out of the diner from where I’d just been fired and walked straight towards me.
I glanced at him uncertainly, because he wasn’t the sort of customer the rundown diner catered to. He was a dark beacon of privilege there on the grimy street, standing tall and proud and determined. I had no idea what he was doing there, much less what he wanted with me.
‘A deal?’ I eyed him warily, pretty sure that any deal he offered would