LOVE IS ENOUGH

‘God… Some things never change,’ Dea told herself. She flashed a friendly smile at one of the older Kralidis women. But, as expected, the old crow dressed in unrelieved black didn’t reciprocate as she drew the lovely heiress she just talked to earlier, away from the crowd, to the other side of the garden. Well… once a black sheep, always a black sheep. It was as if the Kralidis family believed she could corrupt the young woman with just her mere presence. So narrow-minded, so unbelievably quick to judge. Dea strolled along the garden, sipping from her water glass as if she didn’t feel all eyes on her. As if she didn’t feel the skin on her back burning. She was being paranoid, she knew that. Many of the relatives had been indifferent to her when she had lived in Athens. Yet no one seemed content that she had returned. And, somehow, she knew the reason of their reaction… She sensed a strange undercurrent that hung in the late summer breez

“Aundrea, dear, would you care for some more coffee?” Demitra Kralidis asked.“No, Demitra, thank you very much,” Dea replied as she studied her father and stepmother from across the breakfast table. What should have been an intimate meal was more of an exhausting, unnecessary interview. Well, it wasn’t like she didn’t expect that. After her awful encounter with Theo, she had been prepared for this one too. Dea wished she could spend some time with her father in private but getting him alone was proving extremely difficult. But she was determined to succeed. She was, however, making some small progress, since she was back in the Kralidis ‘fortress’, the Greek family house. She was absolutely stunned by that. Andrea had never considered it a possibility. Yet, two days after she had been invited to Alexis’s housewarming party, she was eating a late breakfast with her father and stepmother while a maid was unpacking her suitcases. How about that?!

‘She’s good… She’s very good…’ Theo thought later that night. He had underestimated his stepsister. Theo considered what he had seen at the family dinner a few moments ago and scowled. Not only had Dea gained her father’s attention with the mention of an expensive gift for his upcoming birthday, but she had also excelled in the area that had consistently been her downfall. During that dinner, she had been the quintessential companion, delighting the grumpiest of his uncles and making fast friends with the younger wives and fiancées. Reluctantly, Theo kept an eye on her the entire evening, admiring Dea’s strategy. She had approached the outer circle of his family and was slowly gaining allies. But that wasn’t okay with him. He couldn’t have this. Theo leaned against the marble newel post as he watched Dea descend the staircase like she was a queen, born and raised. She had reapplied her bright red lipstick after dinner and some

“You can’t do that!” Dea exclaimed and looked around. The scent of the briny ocean and the promise of rain were suddenly overwhelming. Her head began to spin as she took deep gulps of air.“I didn’t agree to this. My father is expecting me at this wedding. It will embarrass him if I unexpectedly don’t show up.”“You have no choice in the matter. I suggest you get inside before the storm hits.” She waved her hands in the air as she spluttered with outrage.“Do you honestly believe that I will just follow you? Only because you say so?” Dea reached inside her purse and grabbed her phone.“You forget that I’m not a Kralidis...”“Put that away,” Theo replied. “There is no internet or phone connection on this island.” She refused to believe him. A man as important and powerful as Theo Kralidis would have all of the latest technology. But as she held up her phone, Dea saw he was telling the truth.“People are going to worry if we don’t show up.”

          The next morning, Theo stood by the windows as he gripped the satellite phone in his hand. He watched the storm with a sense of resignation as he considered his options.          And the truth was… there were no options... He had been caught in his own net.          He was being punished for what he had done. Pain throbbed in his head and his eyes felt gritty. It had been so long since he had a hangover and it had been reckless to dull his senses around her.          ‘Nice one, Theo Kralidis,’ he scolded himself. ‘Getting drunk and kissing her… Well played…’          Theo tensed when he heard the wheels of Dea’s suitcase drag along the stone floor. He was ready to deal wit