smiling.
Sabrina stormed out of the office and retrieved
her purse. After she delivered the report she’d been working on to Jonas’s
secretary, she followed her husband to the elevator.
A chauffeured limousine waited for them in
front of the building. Even though Renaldo had a car, he liked to make use of a
driver. The convenience allowed him to get work done while in transit. She’d
grown accustomed to it, too—one of the benefits of being married to a wealthy
man—but she’d had to take taxis ever since their split.
She slid all the way across the seat to the
other side and crossed her arms, staring blindly out the window. They rode in
silence for a while.
“How long have you known where I work?” she
asked.
“Since we signed the contracts.”
Sabrina turned to look at him. “How? I used my
maiden name.”
“It was very easy,” Renaldo explained,
reclining against the soft leather. “I told you I’d keep an eye on you, didn’t
I?”
Sabrina unfolded her arms as understanding
dawned. Surely he wouldn’t stoop so low. “Are you having me followed ?”
Chapter Seven
Renaldo raised an eyebrow. “Of course
I’m having you followed. Do you think I would make the mistake of trusting you
again?”
Sabrina shook with anger. “How dare you!
You have no right.”
“I have every right. I told you I would
keep an eye on you, and I meant it.”
“I didn’t know you meant hiring someone
to watch my every move.”
“I won’t have this deal fall apart
because of your loose morals. If it means keeping an eye on you twenty-four
hours a day, then so be it.”
“Do you intend to throw it in my face
every chance you get? I won’t let you do this to me.”
“It’s already done,” he said with
finality.
“That’s not part of the deal.” Sabrina’s
nerves were stretched taut. The thought of having someone shadow her day in and
day out was nerve-wracking.
“You should have added that stipulation
before you signed.”
“As if I knew you’d do something
so…despicable.” Her voice was getting louder and she was glad for the soundproof
glass that separated them from the driver. “Call them off.”
“Who do you think you are?” Renaldo
asked. “You are in no position to make demands.”
Sabrina stared him down, squaring her
shoulders. “Yes, I am. I know how important this deal is to you. It’s just as
important to you as it is to me.”
With a derisive chuckle, he crossed his
legs. “Is that what you think? That we’re on equal footing?”
Her confidence wavered under his self-confidence.
“Call them off.” She had to stand up to him. If she didn’t, he’d walk all over
her.
“Tell me, Sabrina, what will you do if I
don’t? Renege on the contract you’ve already signed? Not a good idea, meu coração. I will sue you for breach of contract, and I will destroy you.
You’ll have nothing left when I get through.” Her confidence wavered yet again
with that damn sideways smile of his. “Yes, think about it. Long and hard.”
“You’re too concerned about your own
reputation to sue me.”
“Do you wish to try me?”
He was speaking to her in such a cold,
detached voice, she felt like they were strangers. “I don’t even know you
anymore.”
“Seems we’re in the same situation.”
Sabrina fell silent, her mind racing. He’d been
in her bank account, and now he was having someone monitor her movements. There
was no escape from his influence. “Why are you doing this?”
“You know why.”
“Because you don’t trust me and because you—you
hate me.”
He didn’t respond, his face an impassive mask,
and the words remained between them like a brutal, ugly thing. The fact that he
didn’t deny it crushed Sabrina, and she turned to stare out of the window
again.
She refused to feel sorry for herself. She
would get through it because she’d seen far worse in her life, was strong, and
would fight his control. “I wanted to leave Midas on my own
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