Dim must have been shocked by the animosity between his sister and his brother. In drafting that poor will, her brother apparently wanted her to tell Jacob who she was. Unaware of their real relationship, Jacob assumes she is Dim's mistress. What role could he assign her? So why didn't she tell him the truth? Mira kept her mouth shut.In her mind, Jacob had been the enemy long before she met him, and Dim's death only added to her pain. She resents the fact that Jacob grew up safe in her brother's love and affection. Why not admit it? Losing her parents in the same year and being taken care of by the local authorities— God, is she really that unreasonable? Mira is frustrated by her growing awareness of her own injustice and immaturity.***Two people, a woman and a man, in dark suits, were waiting in the hotel lobby. They looked tense when Jacob appeared, then jumped forward, emphatically expressing relief. A series of whispered conversations. The young man strode ahead of them into
"Despite its age, the ring does not have much economic value. This stone has flaws."Mira flinched, nausea pressing like lead in her oversensitive stomach. "There must be some other way to work out the will." "Do you really think I would be here asking you to perform such a ceremony with me in secret, if ever?" This question made Mira blush.No, Jacob had no choice. His presence told her that. Nor could she see how deeply and painfully he felt the necessity of being compelled to seek her cooperation. "But Clara seems to like me," she said awkwardly. "She already thought we were engaged. "Do you think she would like you if she knew who you really were?" Jacob gasped sternly. "She'll be angry. As for the engagement—I'll tell her that it's an impulse I'll soon regret. She doesn't have to know about us getting married. I don't want you to see her again." Mira's eyes uneasily move away from him. She might not be Dim's mistress, but even as his sister, she couldn't be a more welcome pr
"This isn't a guessing game," Jacob growled under his breath. "We are about to perform a legal and binding ceremony." Just then, a clerk approached them and invited them into the room where the civil marriage ceremony will take place. Mira froze. "I don't like this at all," she whispered frantically. "I hope I didn't agree." impatient long brown fingers took hers, urging her to move on. "You're going to go through it all for Clara."Mira's face paled with cruel reminders of her brother's fragile widow. It was a cover-up, she reminded herself, an unpleasant but necessary tactic to allow Jacob to carry on Dimitri's legacy without challenging his wishes. She focused on a rather weary flower arrangement on a nearby table, and a few minutes later, from somewhere beyond her, she watched in helpless amazement as Jacob raised her icy hand and moved a slender gold ring that was worn on her ring finger.***"I believe you drove here by yourself," Jacob whispered on the sidewalk outside. "Giv
Mira took her tongue off the roof of her mouth. She was shaking. "You have such a rich imagination!" Jacob opened his elegant brown hands in a gesture of blatant sarcasm. "But how can you try to deny what we both know? When you first met me, you felt the temperature rise between us. I felt it too. Raw sex attraction, there's nothing like that It's more complicated."Mira forced a smile, her throat hurt. "Your ego is unbelievable. ""Never challenge a man unless you're ready to fight back," Jacob said slowly. "But maybe that's what you want—?" The atmosphere was so tense, her heart was beating hard, and those black eyes were full of challenging inquiries on her. There was a brisk knock on the door, which startled her. Klaude came in. Mira's legs trembled violently and she retreated to the sofa.Goosebumps appeared on her skin, and she was very aware of the dull ache in her breasts and the painful tightness of her nipples. Just standing there, just looking at her like that, talking
Mira walked to the bedroom door on wobbly legs. "Can you type?" Jacob asked without warning as if the previous conversation had never happened. "T-type?" Mira stammered helplessly. "Dictation?" he asked impatiently. "The fewer people involved in this arrangement the better but it's too inconvenient not to have my personal staff around." "I don't type and I don't dictate," Mira breathed through her pursed lips.Jacob scanned her thin, rigid figure with stern, unsurprised eyes. "But I bet if you could climb cutely into the lap of any middle-aged employer, you'd have an exhilarating success." ***An hour later, Bea lifted an embarrassing, nondescript plastic tote bag sent to the bedroom, Mira turned away from her disbelieving inspection, and Sheldon packed her bag, and immediately picked up the phone."Is what's in this bag a joke, Sheldon?" Mira asked, fingers angrily running through sheer nightdresses, silky cherry slips, and sheer leggings. Lace-up velvet shoes with two-inch hee
Jacob's fine bone structure belied the mask of rage as he stared at Mira, his eyes as hard as molten gold, as diamonds. "I didn't know you left the suite. You got back there immediately." He growled under his breath, with raw menace. There was something about Jacob, that outrageously bossy attitude that brought out the worst in Mira, even if that same attitude might send an undeniable current of fear running through her veins."Or what? I'll get seventy lashes before midnight? I'll just sit here and have a quiet drink—" "Upstairs now," Jacob said through gritted teeth, pale with rage under his olive skin. "You're Spider-Man, I'm Mary Jane? Expect me to follow you?" Mira lit the flames with a warning smile. "I don't think so." "We made a deal," Jacob growled in a subdued low voice that shook like sand on silk along her tense spine. "And you're behaving in an inappropriate way."Mira threw her head back, her long fiery hair shining as brightly as her eyes. "Frankly, I think I’m actin
Jacob lowered his haughty black head and smiled lazy and sexy. Mira was stunned. His mouth occupied hers, and the effect was shocking. Excitement exploded inside her like a rapacious, uncontrolled flame, overwhelming her with ravenous passion. She kissed him back in a fit of wild hunger, moaning softly in her throat at the tingle of his tongue, the vicious erotic intrusion.He leaned fluidly against her, making her yearn for closer contact, desperation screaming at every nerve ending. He raised his head, looked at her shocked face, and pulled her out of the elevator. Falling from the suffocating heights of unbearable excitement to the simple movement, Mira greets the fall in an agony of disorientation. In the suite, he stretched out his confident hands to her again.The vitality emanating from him attracted her like a beauty trap. His dark golden eyes enveloped her, igniting an instinctive rush and reaction, making her tremble all over. "Tell me you like having sex over and over ag
Mira flinched, tears stung her eyes. "No, of course, you don't care. You can't get past your greed. Dimitri left you nothing in his will, and you resent that, don't you?" Jacob reprimanded with sharp disgust road. "No doubt you dream of great wealth. But a few weeks before his death, Dimitri took out a huge loan to buy a decaying island in Palawan. Emotionally driving him to fight this crazy purchase with everything he has, he is too proud to ask me for advice or help.""Palawan? Island?" Mira repeated erratically, her bright head lifted slowly."Castiglio Island, Castor's former home, with complete facilities, and a thousand pieces of a barren land covered with stubble, can only raise mountain cows," Jacob added in a low voice, saying to with such a move, his lingering suspicion was palpable. "The ruin was even banned from further development altogether, as it is located in an environmental protection area. That's pretty much worthless to anyone but Dimitri. The heir of the late mas