Alexei's Passionate Revenge

by Helen Bianchin

  An inexplicable action which compounded when she woke one morning feeling queasy and had to make a mad dash into the en suite bathroom. Something she ate became less likely when a second early morning bathroom dash occurred the following day, and the next. A positive pregnancy test had tipped her into a state of shock...they’d always used protection, so how?...until she recalled a night when need had obliterated common sense.

  A rapid calculation of pertinent dates had merely confirmed a distinct possibility, followed by a host of scattered emotions that briefly pitched her between delight and despair, and the inevitable...this can’t be happening. Except a further three pregnancy tests over several days had eliminated any vestige of doubt.

  Vivid images swirled unbidden through her mind of times shared, long nights together, the joy of love and quietly spoken plans for their future...then nothing, no word as to why Alexei had seemed to disappear like smoke in the wind.

  The energy she expended attempting to track him down without success. Details of staff employed by Montgomery Electronics revealed Alexei’s file had been deleted—but she had no idea who by or why.

  It appeared he’d intentionally slipped off the radar...but for what possible reason?

  She’d lain awake for nights searching for an answer...any answer. Only to come up with a few scenarios, none of which seemed to fit the man she thought she’d known so well.

  Was she that desperate to locate the father of her unborn child, when he’d presumably taken steps to disappear? And what if she did manage to make contact? Would he be someone with whom she’d want to do battle over shared custody?

  Seeking medical confirmation was a given, providing the reality of early pregnancy, closely followed by her determination to carry the child to full term. The only person in whom she’d confide was her mother...except she needed the right words, the chosen moment.

  Only to have the decision taken out of her hands when she’d suffered a miscarriage just six weeks into the pregnancy.

  A tiny foetus not meant to develop and take life’s first breath.

  There was little solace in medical opinion a second pregnancy would need to be carefully monitored with ongoing blood tests during the initial three months of pregnancy. Facts which didn’t begin to equate with Natalya’s emotional distress, until Ivana took action by booking flights and accommodation for a ten-day vacation on Queensland’s Hamilton Island.

  On reflection, they’d shared a lovely apartment with views over tropical waters, restaurants, time to relax and enjoy what the resort had to offer, indulging in facials, body massage, treatments at the Island’s Resort Spa.

  Sunshine, soft warm breezes, an idyllic beach. A healing period which strengthened their mother-daughter bond.

  ‘Love you, darling,’ Ivana had offered quietly as they exchanged hugs while the cab driver transferred Natalya’s travel bag from the vehicle’s boot. ‘Are you sure you don’t want me to come in with you?’

  ‘I’m fine. Really,’ Natalya assured her, aware once she settled into her apartment and resumed work as her father’s PA life would assume its normal pattern...or as close to a facsimile of it.

  And it had, over time.

  All of which now flashed painfully through Natalya’s mind, and served to heighten her anger as she rose to her feet, choosing to icily indicate the destroyed paperwork lying on the carpeted floor of Alexei’s office.

  ‘Not even a million-dollar salary would convince me to work for you.’

  There was nothing she could gain from his expression, or his demeanour, then one eyebrow lifted to form a slight arch as he queried silkily,

  ‘Are you done?’

  Courage...she owned it in spades, Alexei acknowledged. Together with a flash of temper, which showed for a brief instant before she visibly gathered it in.

  ‘Yes.’ Succinct, and final.

  Natalya turned to leave, and he waited until she reached the door before relaying with drawled intent, ‘I strongly suggest you change your mind.’

  He watched her shoulders stiffen, their slight lift as she took a calming breath before she swung back to face him.

  With determined effort she took in his sculptured facial features accented by scrupulously groomed designer stubble...impossibly sexy, highlighting a raw edgy quality she found disturbing.

  Dark eyes...not warm as she remembered, but cool, analytical. The faint groove bracketing each cheek seemed a little deeper, and the mouth which had caressed her own, devoured and taken, was now set in firm lines.

  His shoulders...had they been so broad? His hair, so silky she’d exulted in ruffling it into disorder. Matching the dark promise in his eyes, a soft throaty chuckle an instant before he claimed her mouth, her heart...her soul.

  Then.

  Not now...and it rankled more than she would ever admit to how much the admission had the power to hurt.

  She was over him. Way over.

  Alexei Delandros belonged in a previous chapter of her life. One she had absolutely no intention of revisiting. Only a degree of stubborn pride ensured she remained facing him...when every cell in her body urged she should simply turn and leave. So why didn’t she?

  Because it was the easy way out. And she didn’t do easy.

  Like she’d even consider working for the man who had ruthlessly set out to destroy her father’s business empire?

  Natalya lifted her chin and threw him a fulminating glare. ‘As far as I’m concerned, you can take your employment contract and shove it.’

  She was either a very good actress, Alexei conceded, or she genuinely had no inkling of the verbal bombshell he was about to deliver.

  ‘You might consider leaving your options open.’

  Her eyes never left his own. Dignity and sarcasm didn’t mesh, but she really didn’t care. ‘Please don’t hesitate to enlighten me as to why?’

  Family values had been her strong point. One he’d admired...until he’d dug deep into her father’s business and private affairs and uncovered a number of discrepancies revealing the antithesis of the man Roman Montgomery managed to portray.

  Had Natalya been aware of her father’s transgressions? Possibly not, given Roman’s penchant for subterfuge.

  There was no point in sugar-coating the facts, nor did he feel inclined to soften his words.

  ‘My accounting team have uncovered an elaborate scheme involving several bogus offshore accounts created by your father for the illegal transfer of Montgomery company funds.’

  Alexei watched her eyes sharpen with disbelief. ‘There’s no way my father would commit fraud.’

  It was a gut reaction and, on the surface, genuine, he perceived. Although she’d managed to fool him in the past.

  ‘You’re so sure of that?’

  ‘I’d stake my life on it,’ Natalya voiced emphatically, ignoring the folder Alexei extended towards her.

  ‘I suggest you examine the paperwork.’

  ‘And if I choose not to?’

  He studied her features as she ran a pale lacquered nail over the folder’s seam, noted the soft pink colouring of her cheeks, the defensive spark in the depths of her eyes, and for a brief moment he almost felt sorry for her.

  Almost.

  ‘The report details dates, account numbers, the series of complicated layers deliberately created to prevent detection.’

  Natalya cast him a withering look, only to witness it had no effect whatsoever, and she tossed the report, unread, onto his desk.

  ‘You can’t be serious.’

  The silence became an almost palpable entity as she refused to shift her gaze. Difficult, when a host of conflicting thoughts swirled through her mind.

  If...and in her opinion it was a vastly improbable if...the report held a grain of accuracy, the question had to be what Alexei intended
to do with it.

  At best the details would reveal any fraud had occurred without her father’s knowledge.

  At worst...she wasn’t prepared to give that thought any credibility.

  ‘Read the report.’

  Only a fool would fail to recognise the steely intent beneath his silky drawl, and she shot him a baleful glare as she picked up the proffered folder and flipped aside the covering page.

  The first thing she noted was the name of the firm who’d compiled the data...and recognised it as one of the foremost sources well known worldwide for its excellent reputation.

  Why did she have the instinctive feeling the goal posts had suddenly undergone a subtle shift, when it was she who’d determined to maintain control during this brief...very brief encounter?

  A small ball of tension manifested itself in the region of her mid-section, and she took a calming breath before she began skimming the range of figures, dates, only to slow down as growing alarm escalated with each turn of the page. Detailed entries tracking each amount as it passed through an elaborate tracery of accounts.

  A trail initiated by direct instructions from Roman Montgomery.

  Amounting to millions of dollars.

  Natalya felt as if she needed to sit down, and she froze for a few heart-stopping seconds as reality hit home.

  If the report was brought to the notice of relevant authorities, her father would face restitution, penalties incurred for tax evasion, and probable jail time.

  It was beyond belief.

  She lifted her head and looked at Alexei with undisguised incredulity for a few unguarded seconds, before reassembling her features into a taut mask as realisation hit.

  ‘There’s more.’

  Natalya’s eyes flashed dark fire as they fixed on his own. ‘How can there be more?’

  Alexei reached behind him, collected a second folder from his desk and handed it to her.

  Her reluctance to examine the contents was apparent, and he watched in silence as her shoulders stiffened before she turned her attention to the written details, the photographs, and caught the moment irrefutable proof led to the only possible conclusion.

  Roman Montgomery led a double life and had been doing so for many years.

  There was an apartment in Paris, occupied by a mistress. A London apartment in fashionable Notting Hill housed a second mistress. Each of whom were maintained by Roman, whose visits coincided over the years with so-called business trips to both cities.

  Deeds to both properties were buried beneath a list of subsidiary companies, ultimately tracing back to one man...her father.

  Disbelief, together with emotions she was loath to name, coalesced into anger she fought hard to control.

  The burning question had to be why had Alexei Delandros hired accredited investigators to delve deep into Roman Montgomery’s business affairs and his personal life?

  Why expend so much time, effort and money?

  To do what?

  Blackmail?

  Her father? Her?

  On the surface, such conjecture appeared unconscionable.

  It took considerable effort to remain relatively calm, when her overwhelming desire was to toss both folders onto Alexei’s desk and walk out, take the elevator down to basement car park level and exit with a squeal of tyre rubber.

  Not the best idea...but incredibly satisfying. Provided she maintained control and didn’t crash the car. Or worse, suffer an injury or three.

  Her eyes darkened as they fused with his own.

  ‘What do you intend to do with this information?’

  Alexei regarded her thoughtfully, noted the tension evident in the way she stood, the straight back, squared shoulders, her eyes fixed intently on his own.

  ‘That depends on you.’

  The only visible indication apparent was a slight narrowing of her eyes, followed seconds later by an increased pulse-beat at the base of her throat.

  A vivid reminder of past occasions when he’d touched his lips to that pulse, savoured it, before kissing it gently with his mouth. Her soft husky groan followed by a faint gasp as he used his teeth to tease and nibble a little.

  Almost as if his body remembered, he felt its damning response, and silently cursed as he shifted position, using the moment to transfer a slim document and pen from his desk and extend it towards her.

  Natalya’s eyes flashed with fine fury as she recognised it as a duplicate of the contract she’d just destroyed.

  ‘I have no intention of attaching my signature to a document representing any company involving your name.’

  ‘That’s your final decision?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘You might care to consider the fallout if I disclose the information I have on your father to the relevant authorities and the media.’

  He’d do that?

  The answer was clearly apparent in the chilling darkness in his gaze, and her mind reeled at the impact the exposure would have on her parents, their lives, her mother once Roman’s infidelity became known.

  Anger burned her throat. ‘You bastard.’

  ‘Language,’ Alexei chided mildly.

  For a brief moment she wanted to cause him physical harm, unaware how well he was able to read her.

  Silence filled the room...ominous, intrusive, threatening.

  ‘Decision time, Natalya.’

  The silky warning apparent in his voice acted as a reality check, and earned him a baleful glare.

  ‘I need to consider my options.’

  ‘There are two.’ His gaze seared her own. ‘You sign, or you don’t.’ He waited a beat, then added with irrefutable inflexibility, ‘It’s a simple no-brainer.’

  Her father’s indiscretions made public. Worse, much worse...her mother’s humiliation and heartbreak.

  The mere thought of the snide whispers, the disdain as the social elite tore her mother’s marriage, her very life to shreds...

  A silent curse rose and died in her throat. She couldn’t do that to a caring, loving woman who in no way deserved such denigration.

  Natalya subjected Alexei to a killing look which should have felled him on the spot, and gritted her teeth in sheer frustration when he displayed no reaction whatsoever.

  ‘Give me the damn paperwork.’

  Seconds later she tore it from his extended hand and began reading the various clauses. Carefully checking no word or phrase had been changed from the contract she’d initially signed.

  Every detail was clearly defined, stating as his PA she’d be on call twenty-four-seven when necessary, and available to accompany him on business trips within Australia and overseas. The contract would be valid for one year...renewable by mutual agreement.

  While a term of one year had seemed perfectly reasonable, now it stretched way too long. ‘I insist renegotiating the one-year term down to three months.’

  ‘No.’

  His unequivocal refusal ramped up her anger to boiling point. ‘Revenge or blackmail?’ she demanded tightly. ‘Which?’

  ‘Neither.’

  He expected her to believe that? ‘And the moon is a ball of blue cheese,’ she offered with deliberate disparagement.

  If he displayed so much as a glimmer of humour, she would hit him and be damned to the consequences. Only a forward flash of reality provided her saving grace, and she forced herself to mentally calm down, breathe, and stick to the basics.

  ‘What guarantee do I have you won’t go public?’

  Alexei spared her a steely look. ‘My word.’

  ‘Not good enough,’ Natalya dismissed with a retaliatory edge, and glimpsed his eyes harden at her temerity.

  ‘The original certified documentation is held in a bank’s locked security box.’

  S
he didn’t hesitate in issuing a cool demand. ‘Copies?’

  ‘Returned to the bank’s security holding after you’ve signed a new employment contract.’

  ‘I’ll require a certified bank receipt in confirmation.’

  He leant back against the desk, seemingly relaxed, but only a fool would ignore the restrained power apparent, or doubt his intent to use it. ‘Done.’

  Her eyes silently warred with his own, her mouth tight as she fought for a semblance of control as Alexei handed her a pen.

  A mesh of angry pride caused her to hesitate for a few seconds before taking it from him.

  ‘Just for the record... I hate you.’

  ‘An emotion which should make for an interesting relationship.’ His voice was a smooth drawl which did little to improve her anger level.

  ‘Business-related only.’ The emphasis was fiercely stressed with finality as she attached her signature to a copy of the contract, watched as he countersigned, then she stoodto her feet, walked out of his office, and took the lift down to the basement car park.

  Alexei was intent on playing hardball, expecting her to meekly comply?

  Comply, yes.

  There really wasn’t an option.

  But meekly?

  Not a chance...

  CHAPTER THREE

  NATALYA ENTERED HER HOME, greeted Ollie, her beautiful Birman cat, caught him close for a customary cuddle, gave a light laugh at his plaintive miaow as she made her way into the kitchen.

  ‘Okay, I get it. Dinner time.’ She toed off her stilettos, dropped her bag onto the marble-topped servery, then moved to the walk-in pantry.

  ‘Chicken or fish?’

  Unable to answer, Ollie merely butted his head against her chin and began to purr.

  ‘Chicken,’ Natalya decided as she extracted the appropriate tin, removed the seal, spooned the contents into the cat dish and placed it on Ollie’s food mat. ‘There you go.’

  Her apartment was one of two situated in a large two-level converted family home in an exclusive bayside suburb overlooking a sweeping promenade bordered by a stand of tall Norfolk pine trees along the seafront.

  Inherited from her maternal grandmother three years ago, the home rested high on a sloping hill with sweeping views over the bay and neighbouring suburbs.