Modern Romance Books September Books 5-8. Annie West
Читать онлайн.| Название | Modern Romance Books September Books 5-8 |
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| Автор произведения | Annie West |
| Жанр | Короткие любовные романы |
| Серия | Mills & Boon Series Collections |
| Издательство | Короткие любовные романы |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9781474097017 |
Shock Marriage for the Powerful Spaniard
Cathy Williams
Today she’s a nanny...
Tomorrow the billionaire will make her his bride!
Tycoon Rafael Almirez heads to Argentina with one aim—to find Sofia Suarez, the woman due to inherit the company he’s poised to take over. When he meets the spirited but innocent nanny, Rafael is astounded. As is Sofia when he reveals that she’s an heiress! Rafael confidently proposes a mutually beneficial marriage—it’s a practical business solution! But this Spaniard’s potent need for Sofia is unexpected—and changes everything...
Enjoy the drama of this surprise wedding!
‘BUT...ANYWAY... I’M glad you’ve come, Rafael. I wasn’t sure whether you would have the time, with this deal you’re working on. The newspapers are full of it. It’s nice that you still can find a window for a dying old man.’
Rafael raised both eyebrows and looked at his godfather wryly.
David Dunmore might look the very soul of benevolence, with his round spectacles and his tufting grey hair and his jolly, might-almost-be-related-to-Father-Christmas appearance, but Rafael knew very well that behind that façade there beat the heart of someone as sharp as a tack and not averse to a little emotional blackmail.
He also knew that his godfather would never have requested his presence if it hadn’t been something urgent. The more convoluted the road he took to get there, the more significant the request would be and right now, after an hour of going round the houses, the size of the favour had increased exponentially.
Rafael relaxed back in his chair, drink in his hand, and braced himself for the long haul.
He hadn’t been to his godfather’s house in a while. At least a couple of months and not since the old man had been confined to bed and climbing the four walls. When they met, they generally met at the old-fashioned gentleman’s club David was a member of where, as he was fond of saying, a chap could hear himself think over a decent whisky and food that hadn’t been tampered with by a celebrity chef. ‘Cabbage and cottage pie—who needs it?’ Rafael would routinely retort, both comfortable in a relationship in which easy familiarity was the offspring of mutual respect and great love.
Rafael had almost forgotten how exquisite this house in Belgravia was, with its graceful proportions and expensive clutter that harked back to a time before minimalism had become the fashion. Soft Persian rugs covered the rich, wooden floor and artefacts from trips abroad jostled with priceless works of art and dainty sculptures.
‘I thought you’d stopped playing the “dying” card,’ he said mildly. ‘After