His Ring Is Not Enough. Maisey Yates

deafening in the empty sitting room of her family estate.

      “What do you mean she isn’t coming?” he asked, his voice soft, a vein of granite running through it.

      “It’s just... She texted me. She... Here.” She handed the phone to Ajax, nearly dropping it when his fingers brushed hers. “It says she wants to be with Alex, whoever that is, and that she can’t marry you. Not now. She’s sorry.”

      “I can read, Leah, but thank you.” He handed the phone back to her, and she curled her fingers around it, holding it down at her side. He looked to her father. “Did you know?”

      Joseph shook his head. “Did I know what? That she was having second thoughts? Not at all. I never pressured her to do this, Ajax. You know I wouldn’t have. I was under the impression she was completely on board with this.”

      Ajax nodded once, then looked at Leah. “Did you know?”

      “No.” If she’d known, she would never have let things go this far. She would never have let Rachel leave Ajax like this, without warning. With the world watching.

      “Alex who?” he asked, his tone sharp. “What other information is there?”

      “I...” Leah scrolled back through her phone’s messages. The look on Ajax’s face was fierce, feral, like nothing she’d ever seen before. Usually he was so controlled, so unruffled. But now he was frightening. A different man entirely. “She doesn’t say.”

      “Text her. Now.”

      “Ajax, if she needs space...” Her father spoke tentatively.

      “I’m not overly concerned about that,” Ajax bit out.

      Leah texted as quickly as she could, her fingers shaking. Alex who? Anyone I know?

      

      

      You don’t know him. Alex Christofides. Unexpected. And I’m sorry.

      

      

      “Alex Christofides.”

      Ajax and her father shared a look that said volumes. The hair on the back of her neck prickled, goose bumps rising on her skin as she realized the full implication of the name.

      “Alexios,” Leah said slowly. “Alexios Christofides.”

      “That would be the one,” Ajax said. “Not content with attempts to destroy my business, the bastard has to destroy my wedding, as well. And make a grab for Holt, I imagine.”

      “Why, Ajax? Why does he have it in for you like this?”

      A shadow passed over Ajax’s face. “I don’t know. Just business, I suppose.”

      “But she... Does she know that? Does she know who he is?”

      “She wouldn’t,” Ajax said. “This isn’t her world.”

      No. But it was hers. She knew about Alexios Christofides and his attempts to bump Ajax’s retail and manufacturing conglomerate off the map, via covert stock purchases and reporting of illegal activities that hadn’t even existed, much less been provable. Alexios had been a headache for Ajax in an increasingly alarming way over the past five years.

      “And you never mentioned him to her?”

      “As I said,” he replied, teeth clenched, “it is not her world.”

      Leah sent another text to Rachel, while her father and Ajax continued talking.

      

      

      He’s an enemy of Ajax’s. Didn’t you know that? What if he’s using you?

      

      

      It’s too late, L. Can’t marry Jax now. I need to be with Alex.

      

      

      The day of your wedding?

      

      

      I’m sorry. Trust me. There isn’t another way.

      

      

      “If Rachel has chosen him,” her father broke in, “then she’s chosen him.”

      “Even if he’s out to hurt Ajax? And what about the company? My business is rolled into this. I am going to get steamrolled by his heavy machinery tactics.”

      “You’re making the assumption that he doesn’t care for Rachel. And that Rachel is a fool. I don’t believe that, Leah,” her father said.

      No. Of course not. Rachel would never be so foolish. At least, that’s what everyone would think. Sparkling, poised Rachel, who did so well in every social situation, would never be seduced away from the man she was meant to marry through lies and deceit. She was too savvy.

      Leah didn’t buy it. Her sister was wonderful. And as such had been coddled by the media. Rachel didn’t see the ugly things in life. And the idea that a man, Alexios, might be lying to her, using her, made Leah’s stomach churn.

      “Sign it over to me,” Ajax said, his attention on Joseph. “Revise the agreement.”

      “I would,” Joseph said. “But the company is something that was promised to my daughters. To the husband of the first to be married.”

      “It was always meant to be me,” Ajax said. “You made the offer with me in mind.”

      “Yes. Naturally, I assumed it would be you. But what can I do? I gave my word, and I would not have Rachel feel I was holding the company hostage to make her marry the man I wanted her to. And if this is her choice, it’s her right to have the company in this matter if she chooses. She knows the agreement, too.”

      Leah knew the agreement, the promise, had only ever been intended for Ajax and Rachel. Joseph loved Ajax like the son he’d never had, and he and Rachel had seemed like a logical and clear match from moment one. As though Ajax was always meant to be a part of their family.

      But now everything was falling apart. And Leah’s stores, her business, her entire life, were all wrapped up in the package that might now be delivered into the hands of Ajax’s enemy.

      If Alex was making a grab for Holt, intent on wrapping his hand around it and crushing it for vengeance against Ajax, then he was going to crush Leah’s dreams along with it.

      She wasn’t the media darling. She wasn’t the beautiful one. She wasn’t the one who attracted men. She had Leah’s Lollies. Her business was on the upswing, building and becoming a sort of trend. Candy from one of her stores was fast becoming one of the most popular gift items in the world. Tiffany Blue might be iconic, but Leah Pink was starting to gain momentum.

      She wouldn’t lose it. She couldn’t. It was who she was.

      “I need to talk to Ajax alone,” she said, before she could fully process her request. “Please,” she said to her father.

      He nodded once. “If you must.” He looked at Ajax. “I am sorry, my son. But I cannot force her down the aisle. No matter that I wouldn’t have had her leave you today, I won’t force her. And if she has chosen Alex, no matter who he is to you, if she is intent on him, I won’t stop that, either.”

      “I would never ask that of you,” Ajax said, his voice hard.

      Her father turned and walked out of the room, and Leah fought the urge to follow him. To try to reason with him. It would be easier than dealing with Ajax. But her father wouldn’t bend on this. He had given his word, and in Joseph Holt’s world, one where men had honor, one where men didn’t stoop so low as to use a woman as part of a business firefight, your word was all that was needed.

      But