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Malachi turned and slowly, very slowly, smiled at her.

‘You see, that money didn’t come from King Industries. It came from me. From my personal bank account. And my terms are personal too.’

Addie swallowed—or tried to swallow, at least—past the lump in her throat. ‘What do you mean by personal?’ she croaked. Around her the air felt hot and leaden, and the room was growing darker. ‘What do you mean?’ she repeated, and the lump felt sharp and jagged now.

His voice was soft, just as it had been when he’d promised to love and honour and cherish her for ever. But the hard lines of his face were knife-sharp and harder than stone.

‘I’ve been very patient, but you owe me a honeymoon, sweetheart.’

‘I—I don’t understand.’

His gaze swept over her slowly. ‘Then let me explain. I want you to come away with me for a month. To be my mistress.’ His eyes locked on to hers, pinning her against the leather upholstery. ‘Do that and you can keep the money. And who knows? There might even be a little bonus in it for you.’