The Forgotten Gallo Bride. Natalie Anderson

uncle. Flushing with mortification, she’d made to push past Tomas but he’d grabbed her arm again. She’d been forced to meet his gaze. There she’d read the steel and the concern, the sympathy and—to her shock—empathy.

      It was as if he’d understood, because he’d been there himself.

      But that had to have been her own projection. She’d wanted out for so long, but she’d become so trapped by imposed gratitude, felt so beholden and been so downtrodden, she hadn’t known which way to turn or how to get herself out of it. She’d had no money, no chance to study, or to work. She’d been made to feel as if she owed Uncle Charles everything.

      * * *

      ‘Do you want out?’ Tomas asked bluntly.

      ‘Out?’ She blinked uncomprehendingly. ‘You mean do I want to leave?’

      ‘Yes. Do you want me to help you?’

      His question was brusque and unexpected. She instinctively knew he wasn’t going to wait for her to um and ah. He wasn’t going to cajole or try to convince her. This was a single offer and she had a single second to decide.

      She nodded.

      ‘Follow my lead.’ He let her go and turned towards the stairs. ‘No matter what.’

      Back up on deck Jasper was standing with his briefcase in hand. Her uncle was attempting to hide his anger and disappointment by talking incessantly about the tourism boom. Zara stood terrified at a distance, knowing her uncle would be even angrier that she’d returned to the deck.

      ‘Sit back down, Jasper,’ Tomas said with deceptive softness. ‘I’ve had some time to think about things some more while freshening up.’

      ‘You have?’ The glow of bitterness in her uncle’s eyes morphed to avaricious excitement. ‘Go fetch more drinks, Zara. Now.’

      ‘No, I want her to stay,’ Tomas overruled him firmly. ‘She’s a crucial detail to this possible deal.’

      Cold sweat slid down Zara’s spine. Surely he wouldn’t call her uncle out for hitting her? She sent Tomas a desperate look, but he wasn’t looking at her at all.

      ‘I want your niece,’ Tomas said bluntly. ‘I’ll invest in your casino operations, but only if I have Zara.’

      Zara’s heart stopped. She couldn’t have heard right.

      ‘You want Zara?’ Her uncle narrowed his eyes. ‘You can’t want—’

      ‘Those are my terms.’ Tomas didn’t let her uncle continue. ‘Without Zara there will be no investment.’

      ‘You want...’ Her uncle just stared at him in shock. ‘How do I know you’re serious?’

      ‘I’ll marry her,’ Tomas answered bluntly. ‘How soon can we arrange that, Jasper?’

      It took five seconds for Charles to collect himself and shut his dropped jaw.

      Terrified, she stared from Tomas to Charles to Jasper. The lawyer’s face was utterly impassive while he checked data on his tablet, as if his boss made outrageous queries every day. He’d said to follow his lead, but this was almost barbaric.

      ‘It seems...er...that you can marry today if you really want to,’ Jasper said, sending his boss a covert look. ‘There’s no notice or stand-down period required. Just the fee, two witnesses and passports.’

      ‘Good,’ Tomas said, ignoring that warning plea in the tone from his lawyer. ‘So we can leave now.’

      Zara stared at her uncle, trying to read his reaction. Surely he’d say no to such a preposterous suggestion? Surely he’d have some compunction?

      But a greedy light entered his eye. ‘You’ll be my nephew-in-law.’

      ‘That’s right.’ Tomas nodded. ‘We’ll be family.’

      A prickle ran down Zara’s spine at something in Tomas’s tone. There was something so very cold when he said that word.

      Uncle Charles smiled. ‘She can cook.’ He nodded, as if suddenly approving of her skills. ‘She’s a virgin too, you know.’ His proud smile made her skin crawl. ‘She’s been very sheltered.’

      She closed her eyes, engulfed in scalding shame and mortification. He was talking about her as if she were a thing to be traded. And as if her sexual experience were anything that mattered?

      ‘Then it’s decided. Zara, go pack your bag.’ Tomas issued the order without even looking at her.

      Sickened to her soul, she knew she had no choice. If she stayed she’d be her uncle’s skivvy and, increasingly, his punchbag, for the foreseeable future. His temper would only worsen the more his business failed. And now she knew how he really saw her. How he’d trade her for some stupid business deal.

      ‘Wait.’ A suspicious twist tightened her uncle’s mouth. ‘I’ll come with you to the register office.’

      ‘Of course,’ Tomas said unblinkingly, staring her uncle down. ‘You’ll want to witness the wedding. Go and pack now, Zara.’

      Her uncle hadn’t even bothered to ask her how she felt about it. He was acting as if he owned her. But then, that was how he’d always acted. She meant absolutely nothing to him. She’d been a source of money—and when that had gone, she’d become little more than another of his staff. Only he hadn’t had to pay her.

      She left the room without a word. And then she ran.

      * * *

      Zara poured steaming-hot chocolate into two mugs and blinked back the tears at the recollection of how little her uncle had cared for her. But she was away from him now—and so much stronger.

      She sprinkled a hint of cinnamon on the top of each. She found a half-empty packet of biscuits at the back of the cupboard and added a few to a small plate and loaded the wooden tray she found in a cupboard.

      It had all happened so quickly it was almost a blur. Yet those moments were seared in her mind. There she’d stood in the council offices shivering in a cheap sundress and make-up covering the mark from where her uncle had hit her.

      The ceremony had been ridiculously brief. Uncle Charles had witnessed it. Jasper had been the other signatory and given Tomas a ring to slide onto her frozen finger. Heaven knew where he’d found it so quickly.

      She could have said no. She could have tried to tell the officials that it was all a farce and that her uncle was insisting she marry a stranger. But she didn’t. She’d just said yes.

      There’d been no photos. No glasses of champagne. No speeches. And no kiss. Tomas had given her a cool peck on her cheek when the official had given the corny ‘you may kiss the bride’ permission. She’d pushed away that fleeting feeling of disappointment, reminding herself it wasn’t real.

      Her uncle had stood practically rubbing his hands in glee as she married the wealthiest man either of them had ever met. But Tomas Gallo had flipped the tables on Uncle Charles completely. He’d waited until they returned her uncle to the marina before dropping the bomb. He’d told her to remain in the car, but she’d opened her door already and could hear every word between the two men now eyeballing each other.

      * * *

      ‘I’ve changed my mind about the deal,’ Tomas said coolly. ‘I’m not going to buy into your company.’

      ‘But you just—’

      ‘We signed nothing and there was no formal agreement,’ Tomas continued, ignoring the interruption. ‘Jasper, Zara and I are leaving now and you won’t see us again.’

      ‘You...you...’

      For the first time she saw her uncle lost for words. Suddenly he spun towards her, his face contorted with rage.

      ‘You manipulative little...’ He lunged