ログインThe cruelest thing about escaping your ex-husband is discovering he never let you go. For three years, Mireya loved a man who hated her for marrying him instead of her sister. When that sister finally wakes from her coma, Mireya walks away from the marriage that destroyed her—and swears she will never let another man have that kind of power over her again. Then she meets Nikolai Moreau. Their first encounter is disastrous. Their second comes with an impossible proposal: a fake marriage with a man who is far too possessive for pretending. It should be simple. No love. No attachment. No happily-ever-after. Except Nikolai doesn’t know how to keep his hands—or his obsession—off his wife. Then Malcolm returns. He needs something only Mireya can give him, but he doesn’t know the woman standing before him is the wife he once discarded. And suddenly, the past she escaped is closing in. A jealous woman wants Nikolai. Old betrayals are resurfacing. And secrets Mireya thought were buried are threatening to destroy everything she has rebuilt. She escaped her ex-husband. She never expected to fall for the man who might make escaping him impossible.
もっと見るMIREYA MOREAUI found Nikolai on the terrace, deep in conversation with an older man I didn't recognize.He looked up as I came closer. Whatever was on my face, he read it in one second. He said something to the man, shook his hand, and crossed the terrace to me in four long strides."What happened?" He asked, raising his hands to cup my face."Nothing." I whispered."You're lying."I crossed my arms. "Vivienne happened."His jaw tightened. "What did she say?""That I have no idea what it means to be your wife." I lifted my chin. "And that I should find out before it's too late."Nikolai didn't answer right away. He took the glass from my hand, because I'd been strangling it, and set it on a passing tray."She's trying to provoke you," he said."I gathered that." I watched his face. "Is there something I should know about you and her?""We've known each other for years. Our families were close.""And?""And nothing." His voice stayed leveled. "Whatever Vivienne thinks she knows about
MIREYA MOREAU August's estate looked like something straight out of a magazine. Lanterns lined the driveway, fairy lights tangled through the garden trees, and waiters slid between guests with trays of champagne.I should have been admiring it. Instead, I was counting how many people had already stared at me.Eleven."Stop counting," Nikolai said, his hand settling on the small of my back."I'm not counting.""Your lips are moving."I pressed them together and smoothed the front of my champagne silk dress. "There are a lot of people here, Nikolai.""They're relatives." He steered me around a fountain, his voice low. "They bite less than they look.""Is that supposed to comfort me?""It's supposed to be true." He glanced down at me. "Ready?""I've survived worse.""Have you?""I married you."His mouth twitched. He turned his face away before I could enjoy it."Careful, Mrs. Moreau," he murmured against my ear. "People are watching.""Good. Let them.""Then try not to look like you're
MIREYA MOREAUAfter she left, I sat very still while his breath warmed the collar I’d buttoned so carefully, right over the mark I was hiding. My pulse was hammering in that exact spot, and I was fairly sure he’d feel it if he woke up. I allowed myself one look at the lines around his eyes and the way his jaw had finally relaxed, then turned firmly to the window and pretended I couldn’t hear my own heart.He woke somewhere over the Atlantic, and I knew it because his breath caught and he went rigid.“I’m sorry,” he said, sitting up so fast I thought he’d crack his neck. “I didn’t mean to—how long—”“Two hours.”“You should have woken me.”“You looked tired.” I shrugged and by now his ears had gone red.“Your shoulder must be numb,” he said, to the seat in front of him.“It’s fine.” I rolled it once and winced and he watched me while flexing his jaw, with a concentrated calm that made me feel nervous.“Mireya. About last night.” He began and my heart climbed into my throat and set up
MIREYA MOREAU I woke to warmth, and for one blissful second I couldn’t remember why that mattered. Then I felt the arm around my waist and the chest against my back, and the whole night came crashing in: his mouth, his hands, the zipper, the phone.I went rigid, I had fallen asleep on the very edge of the mattress with a foot of cold sheet between us, and now there was no space between us , only Nikolai Moreau’s body fitted against mine as if we’d planned it.His breath moved the hair at my neck, slow and even, and I realized he was still asleep. I began easing out from under his arm one careful inch at a time, and he tightened his hold and pulled me back.“Don’t,” he mumbled into my hair and my heart stopped almost immediately. “Nikolai?” I called out but he didn’t answer, rather his breathing remained steady.I gently slid free and stood on the cold marble with my hand pressed to my chest, trying to keep my heart from beating its way out before walking toward the bathroom.I locke












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