Monica had mentioned in passing the fact that sheâd never been able to hang on to a boyfriend for long, how sheâd been left cold on more than one occasion and how she felt Jake was different. Sophie had imagined it had merely been to do with not finding the right guy yet, and had never once imagined there was a more sinister reason. âYou actually paid your sisterâs boyfriends to back off?â
âWhich they did. Which proves my point, wouldnât you say, that they only wanted her for the money?â
She was still reeling, amazed that he was so unabashed about his interference on the one hand, and imagining the pressure he must have exerted on his sisterâs hapless suitors on the other. Confronted by one of his henchmen, or worse still Daniel himself, theyâd probably been terrified of what might have happened if they didnât take the money and run.
She searched his eyes for some hint of remorse but their dark depths were cold and unapologetic. She shivered, the earlier shimmering heat sheâd felt suddenly vanquished with his cold-as-ice revelation.
She had no doubt he thought he was doing good in protecting the family fortune, but in doing so heâd left his sister thinking there was something fundamentally wrong with her and that she would never find a partner who would stick by her in the process.
It was sheer luck that Monica had found Jakeânot that there was any way she was going to convince Daniel of that. Just as clearly she could tell sheâd wasted her time coming here today. Daniel didnât just want his sister to remain unmarried, what he really wanted was to lock her in a gilded cage and throw away the key.
âYou should be pleased your sister has found someone who appreciates how special she is.â
âOh, Fletcher knows sheâs special, all right. Special to the tune of an eight-figure sum. Why else would he have zeroed in on her?â
âBecause he loves her.â
âSo why the desperate rush to marry if he loves her so much? Is he afraid sheâll change her mind and heâll lose his entrée to a fortune? Or is it that he canât wait to get his hands on her assetsâthose assets he hasnât already availed himself of, that is?â
âYouâre disgusting,â she managed, already turning her thoughts to getting to the airport, maybe catching an earlier flight back to Brisbane. âYouâre not a brother. Youâre some kind of monster.â
âAm I more a monster than the men who would take advantage of Monicaâs fortune in pretence of love?â
She bowed her head, disbelieving, already turning away. âYou donât know they were after her money. They were probably just too terrified to argue. Iâm sorry, Iâve wastedââ
An iron grip on her forearm put a stop to her escape before it had begun. When she turned back, his eyes were narrowed, their darkness intensified, his head at an angle as he movedcloser. âYet youâre not too terrified to argue, are you, Miss Turner? Why is that? Are you afraid of missing out on your big, fat fee?â
Resistance sparked once more in her veins. âIs that all everything comes down to with you, Mr Caruana? Money? Do you really believe everyone is motivated by the same almighty quest for the dollar? Well, maybe you should think again. And then maybe you might stop judging everyone by your own low standards.â
She jerked her elbow out of his grip, wanting to get away, needing to get away. Failure weighing heavily on her shoulders.
Oil on the waters . What a laugh. She might as well have thrown petrol on the flames of his familial discontent. Sheâd blown her role as peacemaker completely. âI have to go.â
âWhy? So you can warn Fletcher Iâll be making him an offer? To advise him he should hang out for more? You mark my words,â Daniel continued, âFletcher will have his price,