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Chapter 19
She said: To wed a Greek billionaire is to live a life free of doubt.
He said: Are you saying you believe in me completely?
She said: Oh yes!
He said: Do you believe me when I tell you I am going to have you naked and moaning my name in ten seconds?
(Editor’s Note: It was actually just seven. I can run fast if I have to.)
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APAIR OF OVERSIZEDaviator glasses became Mairi’s shield as she placed her hand in Damen’s and allowed him to help her out of the car. Mairi had been okay with taking a cab, but Damen had insisted they use the car Stavros had loaned to them. He did not want to risk having his pregnant wife stranded if ever any kind of tussle erupted at the courtroom.
Knowing that every little thing mattered in today’s battle, Mairi had made sure that she dressed strategically for the occasion. Her dress, with its high neckline, three-fourth sleeves, and slightly loose fit ensured that she was the picture of propriety. She did not want anyone in the court to ever remember that she had once been branded as the most infamous mistress in Europe, a modern-day Mata Hari who had ensnared every Greek billionaire in the globe.
“Your hand’s too cold,” Damen noted tightly with a frown.
“It’s because I’m nervous, not dying,” she murmured under her breath as they went past the revolving doors, preceded by Drake’s intimidating-looking security team while the ex-sniper walked a few steps behind them.
When they reached the courtroom assigned to their hearing, Damen slowed to a stop before the doors.
She looked up at Damen, confused. “What is it?”
“Tell me you believe me.”
She didn’t hesitate. “I do.”
He inhaled deeply, the words giving him more strength than he expected. “I promise you, I’ll fight for our future, sweetheart. I’ll do everything I can to take back our child’s legacy.” He stopped, and as the silence lengthened between them, Damen realized that he wanted to hear Mairi say that she wouldn’t leave him...no matter what.
Words so foolish she couldn’t bear to think of them tried to rush out of her throat, but Mairi determinedly forced them down. She wanted so badly to touch Damen’s face, to tell him that she would be his strength, his shield, his everything. But she could no longer be that. She now had her baby to think of, and it was for their baby’s sake that she had to kill this love for him once and for all.
“I believe in you, Damen.” The whispered words were all she could afford. They were the truth, too, even if it also meant she was weak and silly. Stupid Mairi, never ever learning, never ever losing her faith in Damen no matter how many times he had hurt her.
Even if the absence of love in her words made Damen feel physically sick, he clung to the hope that came with Mairi’s avowal of trust.Something, he reminded himself doggedly,was always better than nothing. Something meant he could hope that one day Mairi would not need Drake Morrison to stop Damen from ever reaching her heart.
Damen opened the door and waited for Mairi to follow him.
“Damen?”
He turned.
“Do you trust me, too?”
His answer was unequivocal. “With my life.”
A tremulous smile formed on her lips. “Then will you trust me when I tell you that there’s something I have to do out here? I won’t be of much help for you inside, but here...”
Damen’s gaze flew to the swarm of reporters and photographers behind Mairi. “The media?”