The Andreou Marriage Arrangement

by Helen Bianchin

  “Yes or no, Alesha.” His expression was unreadable, his eyes dark and unwavering as they regarded her.

  It had to be yes. “I have no choice but to agree, subject to certain conditions.”

  There was a strength apparent in her demeanor, a determination he could only admire given she’d taken a king-sized hit about the true state of her father’s corporation.

  “Name them.” His voice held a silkiness she chose to ignore.

  “I retain my position in Karsouli.”

  Loukas inclined his head in agreement. “Naturally.”

  Now for the cruncher. “A separate suite of rooms in whatever home we share.”

  His gaze narrowed. “Your reason being?”

  “A personal preference.”

  He regarded her in silence for several timeless seconds. “The same bedroom, separate beds.” He waited a beat. “Until you feel comfortable sharing mine.”

  All about the author…

  Helen Bianchin

  HELEN BIANCHIN grew up in New Zealand, an only child possessed by a vivid imagination and a love for reading. After four years of legal secretarial work, Helen embarked on a working holiday in Australia where she met her Italian-born husband, a tobacco sharefarmer in far north Queensland. His command of English was pitiful, and her command of Italian was nil. Fun? Oh yes! So, too, was being flung into cooking for workers immediately after marriage, stringing tobacco and living in primitive conditions.

  It was a few years later when Helen, her husband and their daughter returned to New Zealand, settled in Auckland and added two sons to their family. Encouraged by friends to recount anecdotes of her years as a tobacco sharefarmer’s wife living in an Italian community, Helen began setting words on paper and her first novel was published in 1975.

  Creating interesting characters and telling their stories remain as passionate a challenge for Helen now as it did in the beginning of her writing career.

  Spending time with family, reading and watching movies are high on Helen’s list of pleasures. An animal lover, Helen says her maltese terrier and two Birman cats regard her study as much theirs as hers.

  Helen Bianchin

  THE ANDREOU MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT

  THE ANDREOU MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT

  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  EPILOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  ALESHA sat in stunned silence as the lawyer finished reading her late father’s will.

  Surprise didn’t even begin to cut it.

  What had Dimitri Karsouli been thinking in selling a twenty-five-per-cent share in the Karsouli Corporation to Loukas Andreou?

  Worse…gifting Loukas a further twenty-five-per-cent share. Representing several hundred million dollars on today’s market.

  Subject to marriage.

  The breath caught in her throat as realization hit. Dear heaven. Her father had bought her a husband?

  It was beyond comprehension.

  Yet she was all too aware how her father’s mind worked; it didn’t take much to do the maths.

  A year ago Alesha’s disastrous short-lived marriage had formally ended in divorce from a man who had professed to love her…only for her to discover to her cost that Seth Armitage’s main goal had been a stake in her father’s fortune and a free ride on the gravy train. It had devastated her and angered her father…more than she had known.

  Dimitri, out of a sense of parental devotion, had clearly conspired to arrange what he perceived to be a fail-safe liaison for his daughter via marriage to a man who had his total approval. A man of integrity, trust, possessed of astute business nous, and a worthy companion.

  Loukas Andreou, the inflexible omnipotent head of the Athens branch of the Andreou Corporation, whose financial interests included shipping and considerable ancillary assets worldwide.

  Loukas, whose father Constantine had been Dimitri’s lifelong friend and associate…a man whose powerful image sprang so readily to Alesha’s mind, it was almost as if his presence became a tangible entity in the room.

  In his late thirties, attractive, if one admired masculine warrior features, with the height, breadth of shoulder and facial bone structure that comprised angles and planes. Loukas had brilliant dark eyes and a mouth that promised much.

  Sophisticated apparel did little to diminish an innate ruthlessness resting beneath the surface of his control.

  It was utterly devastating for Alesha to even begin to imagine what had possessed Dimitri to revise his will to include a clause stipulating his bequest of the remaining fifty-per-cent share in the Karsouli Corporation to his only child, Alesha Eleni Karsouli. This bequest was conditional on a marriage taking place to Loukas Andreou within a month of Dimitri’s demise, thus ensuring a one-hundred-per-cent joint family ownership, thereby securing the corporation and ensuring it would continue into another generation.

  ‘A court of law could rule the marriage stipulation as invalid,’ Alesha voiced.

  The lawyer regarded her thoughtfully. ‘While there would be a degree of sympathy regarding that specific clause, your father’s instructions were very clearly defined. I counselled him to reconsider, but he was adamant that clause should stand.’

  Alesha stifled a startled curse beneath her breath.

  Dimitri had known how much Karsouli meant to her, how she’d lived and breathed it for as long as she could remember. Absorbing every aspect, studying for degrees at university to ensure she acquired the relevant knowledge, the edge…aware the word nepotism didn’t exist in her father’s vocabulary.

  He knew too the pride she’d taken in working her way from the ground up to her current position of authority.

  It had been a foregone conclusion his only child would assume control upon Dimitri’s demise.

  And he had, Alesha conceded, gifted her that…with strings attached. Conditions aimed to protect Karsouli, and her. Especially her.

  To attempt to force her into a marriage she didn’t want was the ultimate manipulative act, and in that moment she could almost hate him for it.

  Two days ago she’d weathered the funeral service at the chapel. Walked behind the hearse to the grave site. Stood in silent despair and grieved as the ritual played out.

  Aware of Loukas Andreou’s presence…imagining he’d flown in from Athens to attend Dimitri’s funeral as a mark of respect. And totally unaware of any subterfuge.

  She could walk away; ignore the marriage clause, resign from the Karsouli Corporation and seek a position in a rival firm.

  Except she was a Karsouli, born and bred, legally reverting to her maiden name after her failed marriage. Hadn’t her father groomed her to rise to her current position? Conditioning her to believe it didn’t matter she was female; women in the twenty-first century held positions of power, and he’d given her no reason to suppose otherwise.

  Dimitri Karsouli had ruled his life and his business interests with an iron fist in a velvet glove, earning him a corporation now worth a fortune.

  His father before him had come from humble beginnings in Athens, and, fostering an idea presented to the right person at the right time, initiated the founding office in Athens of the Karsouli Corporation. Dimitri, his only son, had followed in hallowed footsteps, living and breathing the business and injecting it with new ideas, broadening its scope and extending it onto a global market.

  Dimitri had married and moved to Sydney and had sought to
have his own son continue, except his marriage had gifted him a daughter, born in difficult circumstances that had rendered his wife unable to produce another child.

  A beloved daughter, Alesha, who had become her father’s pride and joy, especially when she proved she’d inherited his business acumen and sharp mind.

  Privately educated and exclusively schooled, Alesha had graduated from university with honours in a business degree, and had entered Karsouli in a lowly position, rising in the ranks through hard work and dedication.

  Her one error in judgement had been to marry in haste, against her father’s wishes, a man who, while playing a part to perfection during their brief courtship, had revealed his true persona within hours of leaving the wedding reception.

  A painful time, when divorce and a handsome pay-out had been the only option. Especially so, as it was compounded by her mother’s losing battle with a virulent form of cancer.

  Alesha’s adamant refusal to consider marriage at any future stage became a bone of contention between father and daughter. Now, by a conditional clause in his will, Dimitri was bent on manipulating her into matrimony with a man of whom he approved. A man of Greek descent. Someone who had his utmost trust…to take the reins of Karsouli and lead his daughter into the marriage bed.

  Dimitri had to be smiling in his grave, assured Alesha would never concede to losing what she loved most in life…the family firm.

  In that respect she’d inherited her father’s genes. His blood-line was so strong, the desire to achieve, to succeed, to prove her worth beyond doubt, irrespective of gender.

  ‘This…scheme has Loukas Andreou’s approval?’

  The lawyer spread his hands in a telling gesture. ‘I understand he has indicated his consent.’

  ‘It’s outrageous,’ Alesha uttered with considerable heat. ‘Impossible,’ she added for good measure. ‘I don’t want to marry anyone.’

  Loukas Andreou had been welcomed into her parents’ home on the few occasions he’d visited Sydney. She’d dined in his company, and met up with him in Athens on the occasional trip to Greece with her parents. Combining business with pleasure…or so she’d thought at the time.

  Now, she wasn’t so sure. Even then, had Dimitri sown the seeds of a possible future marriage?

  Loukas Andreou. The man was a force to be reckoned with in the business arena…and the bedroom, if rumour had any basis in fact.

  Old money. His great-grandfather, so the Andreou biographical details depicted on record revealed, had made his fortune in shipping. A fortune added to by each succeeding generation.

  The Andreou consortium owned two Greek Islands, property, residences in most European cities, and there was the private cruiser, the Lear jet, the expensive cars…the women.

  The media followed and tabled Loukas’ every move, embellishing the smallest fact with gossip.

  Tall, well-built frame, dark hair, ruggedly attractive facial features…he unsettled her. Almost as if he saw far more than she wanted anyone to see.

  There were some secrets she’d buried so deep, no one would uncover them. Ever.

  ‘How long has Loukas been aware of the contents of my father’s will?’

  ‘It’s something you’ll have to ask him.’

  She would…at the first opportunity!

  Alesha glimpsed the faint lift in the lawyer’s brow.

  ‘You have two clear options,’ he cautioned quietly. ‘Agree to the marriage…or disagree. I strongly advise you not to make a decision until you’ve spoken with Loukas Andreou.’

  She stood and indicated the consultation had reached a conclusion. The lawyer accompanied her into the lobby and pressed the call button to summon a lift.

  Alesha gritted her teeth together in a need to prevent the urge to scream as the lift transported her to ground. Why had her father conspired to do what he had?

  Except she knew precisely why.

  Hadn’t Dimitri’s own marriage to her mother been deemed a satisfactory liaison benefitting both families?

  Love? If it happened, well and good. If it didn’t, affection, family was enough to make a contented life.

  Surprisingly, her parents had shared a good marriage. A little volatile at times, she reflected, remembering Dimitri’s voice raised in anger over some relatively minor conflict with her mother. A woman who’d stood her own ground and given back as much in kind. Had they shared a grand passion? Perhaps. Great affection, certainly.

  Alesha had wanted the grand passion, the love generated by two souls in perfect accord. She’d thought she’d found it with Seth Armitage…only to discover he’d very cleverly played a cruel game, and her marriage was nothing more than a travesty. One she escaped from almost as soon as the ink had dried on their marriage certificate.

  Dimitri, to give him his due, hadn’t vented with I told you so. He’d been supportive, caring.

  Yet it hurt unbearably that behind the scenes he’d been conspiring to cement her future and the future of Karsouli. Worse, somehow, was Loukas Andreou’s complicity.

  To think she’d accepted his condolences, shared his presence during the funeral service, suffered his silent watchfulness…and he knew.

  Dear Lord in heaven.

  Was she the only one who’d been in ignorance?

  At this very moment, was Loukas Andreou already putting plans in motion to assume prime position within Karsouli?

  Or had he already done that, skilfully lining everything up to ensure any hiccups would be only minor? And if he had, how could she have missed seeing it? Surely there should have been something, even subtle, that would have alerted her attention?

  Yet even on brief reflection, she failed to pinpoint any one thing.

  The Sydney skyline was slightly hazy in the prelude to evening dusk, the harbour assuming a darker hue as ferries left a white churning tail as they transported some of the city’s workers to the northern suburb of Manly. Her apartment formed part of a large old double-storeyed home in fashionable Double Bay, whose interior had been completely restructured into four self-contained two-bedroom apartments. Modern state-of-the-art appliances blended beautifully with the deliberate styling of the previous century.

  It had given Alesha immense pleasure to add furnishings to complement the era…large comfortable sofas, antique furniture, exquisite lamps and beautiful Oriental rugs, large squares and runners providing an attractive foil for the stained wooden floors.

  Home, for the past two years. Hers, alone.

  Something completely different from the modern house gifted to her on her wedding day. A home she’d legally tussled over with Seth, along with his claim for a half share, together with a half share of the assets she’d brought to the marriage.

  A slight shudder scudded down the length of her spine as she garaged her car.

  Seth, the handsome charmer who’d played so skilfully into her hands…and who, once vows legalized their union, with his ring on her finger, had dropped the pretence he’d so carefully fostered.

  Even now with hindsight, she had trouble relating the charmer to the hard, calculating monster he became.

  It’s gone, done and dusted, Alesha dismissed as she entered the spacious foyer and trod the stairs to her apartment.

  She was whole again, mentally and physically. Dating wasn’t on her agenda…hadn’t been since she’d walked out on her marriage. She had friends…a trusted few whose company she valued.

  Life, until her father’s death a week ago, had become settled, predictable, comfortable.

  Now it was about to take a backwards flip into the uncertain, and instinct warned she’d need all her wits to cope with whatever lay ahead.

  Marriage to Loukas Andreou?

  If it happened, it would be on her terms.

  She entered the apartment, ditched her bag, laptop, toed off her stilettos, then padded into the kitchen and filched chilled water from the refrigerator.

  A leisurely shower, then she’d fix dinner…and plan her strategy.

 
Conditions, she elaborated as she shed her tailored suit, stripped to the skin and walked naked into the en suite.

  A paper marriage; separate bedrooms; separate private lives. They’d work together in harmony; confer and coordinate their social diaries in order to entertain and grace the requisite social functions.

  Alesha adjusted the water dial and stepped beneath the generous spray, collected delicately scented gardenia soap and attempted to match her marriage strategy to the man Dimitri had deliberately selected as her second husband.

  ‘Hell’s teeth,’ she muttered with unaccustomed ire. She didn’t want a husband!

  On the occasions she’d shared Loukas’ company, he’d been attentive, an interesting conversationalist, knowledgeable, intelligent, focused.

  Sexy, a silent imp added, in a leashed, almost primitive manner that hinted at much and promised more.

  Alesha closed her eyes, then slowly opened them again.

  Where had that come from?

  Oh, for heaven’s sake, admit it. There had been a time when she’d wondered what it would be like to have his mouth close over her own, and savour, taste…persuade. To lean in against his body and absorb his strength, and discover…what? Attraction, more?

  She’d caught a sense of it, become fascinated by him, even curious…aware he met with her parents’ approval. A man of independent wealth and substance. Attentive, watchful, almost waiting, she reflected. For what? For her to make the first move?

  Except she hadn’t. Instinctively aware if she did, there would be no going back.

  Perhaps, she allowed in retrospect, Dimitri had begun to hope, to plan…even then.

  Except Seth had already been on the scene, sweeping her off her feet with glib words and false promises. Words and promises she had believed to be genuine, in spite of her parents’ caution.