Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“You don’t get to say that, Mykolas. You just don’t.” Everything inside her was crying out in pain at hearing him say the words, knowing that he could never be trusted again, no matter how much she wanted to.
“But it’s true,” he said fiercely. “It will always be true and even when I thought you betrayed me, I loved you and I knew I wouldn’t really stop.”
She could see that Mykolas believed he meant those words, but she also knew that she would be a fool to believe he did. “I’m sorry.” A look of utter devastation crossed his face, and God help her, it hurt her knowing that she was causing him pain. Even after everything, she just couldn’t bear the thought of him hurting.
And when he started to sink to his knees, when it was clear that he was about to beg her, she cried harder and reached out to him. “Stop.”
Mykolas stilled.
“Please stop. Please don’t do this. Please let’s just end this.” Each word was ripped out of her throat.
His face was gray by the time she had finished. “Just one more fucking chance, my love...”
“Mykolas, no...”
He swallowed. “Outside this bar, the whole world is waiting. I made an announcement earlier, told them I had news to share about our marriage.” Slowly, he took out the papers he had kept inside his back pocket. Unfolding it, he gave them to Velvet.
She took them with fingers shaking so much it was hard to keep the papers still enough for her to read them. And when she finally did, a silent gasp burst from her.
He had changed his name to Lambert.
Mykolas laid his heart out. “You’ve risked too many things for me, my love. And this was the only thing I could do to show you that I’m willing to take every goddamn risk to prove to you that I love you, and that if you just give me one...” His voice shook and became raw with emotions. “Just one chance, my love, and I will love you like no man can ever love you. I’m yours forever, no matter...no matter if you have me or not.”
Velvet closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see his face as she whispered, “Or not.”
And then she was turning her back on him, walking away, and he didn’t make even one sound. She wanted to look back but she forced herself not to, telling herself it was better this way. Blindly making her way to the back exit, she found herself stunned to see Mykolas’ manservant, Dodds, waiting for her.
“I was instructed to wait for you in the event that you went out through here, Mrs. Sallis. He believed you would be more comfortable with someone you know to drive you to your choice of destination.”
She allowed the older man to walk her to a waiting car, and a hysterical laugh started to bubble inside her when she saw that it was a limousine. Of course it had to be a limousine. Mykolas Sallis was a proud Greek billionaire. Only limousines were worthy enough for his butt. He was that proud – so proud he had changed his name to hers. For Velvet.
No, no, NO!
She was not going to think along those lines.
It was better this way.
Inside the car, Dodds had used his own set of controls to switch the TV open. She started to tell him that she wasn’t interested in watching it when she realized that the sneaky old man had chosen the channel where a live interview of Mykolas was being broadcasted.
Oh God.
She shouldn’t watch this. It would only complicate matters. She knew all these but she just couldn’t tear her gaze away the moment the camera focused on Mykolas’ face. He looked haunted, grief-stricken, and her heart squeezed hard.
“Is it true that you’ve changed your name to Lambert?”
“What does this mean? Should we call you Missus now since we know who’s wearing the pants in the family?”
“We heard your wife left you for another man and she got half of your fortune in a Swiss bank account. Anything to say about this?”
More questions were shot at him in rapid succession, all of them viler than the last. But throughout it, Mykolas remained stoic, as if he was punishing himself...
A strangled sob escaped her throat.
It was as if he was punishing himself, turning the tables around so he could feel how she felt when he had tried to hurt her that night, when he had tried to humiliate her and accused Velvet of so many things she didn’t understand because she hadn’t done anything wrong.
“What happened to the part of your vows about sticking together through thick or thin, better or worse, richer or poorer?” Another reporter jeered.
Someone laughingly answered, “Or not.”
The whole crowd laughed.
Except for Mykolas.
For those two words had broken him where all other insults had failed.