Page 66 of Stolen Vows

I blow out the breath trapped in my lungs.

“You scared me,” I accuse.

He lifts a brow, lowers his gaze to the tray in his hands, then pierces me with mischievous golden irises.

“I guess I’ll enjoy this by myself, then,” he threatens.

My mouth waters.I almost drool.

Coffee, pastries, eggs, bacon, and other delicious food fills the tray.

My empty stomach gurgles as though on cue.

Deciding to wield the truth instead of my knife, I press a hand to my stomach and meet his eyes.

“I’m hungry,” I tell him with as little coyness as I can manage.

He chuckles and strides into the room.

After sharing breakfast in bed and washing up in the restroom, I hook my hand into the crook of his arm and let him lead me to the office.

He settles me on the upholstered chair and takes a manilla envelope from the safe.

“In case the worst happens, everything I have is yours,” he says as he places it on my lap.

I blink down at it and shake my head.

“I have nothing to give you,” I whisper.

He squats in front of me and wraps his long fingers around the armrest, caging me in without touching me.

“You’ve already given me more than I deserve.Open the envelope and sign the documents,amore mio,” he says.

The certainty in his rich amber orbs infects my limbs, and I follow his command with no doubts plaguing me.I open the envelope, slip out the papers, and fight a wave of disbelief.

This isn’tjust in casepaperwork.

He’s transferring half his portfolio to me, naming me as joint owner of his business, and giving me three houses.

I look up from the stack of papers and shake my head.

“You’re crazy,” I breathe.

He hums a noncommittal note and rises.

“Wait, it gets better,” he chuckles.

I shake my head harder when he plops an even bigger stack of papers on my lap.

“No, Mario.Just no.I’m not signing—”

“Those should have been yours from the beginning.Think of them as your father’s parting gift to you,sì?”he says with a smirk.

His words make no sense.I shake my head again even though pain throbs through my temples.

“What do you mean?”I ask.

“He used you.You were his spokesperson.Without you, none of his endeavors would’ve found success.”