Ella learned, had not enjoyed Nikolai’s educational advantages and had worked in a variety of dead-end jobs before equipping herself with secretarial skills at night class. She had then taken a position as a typist in Cyrus’s Athens office and one day when she was on reception he had noticed her.
Ella scanned the photo that Nikolai removed from his wallet. His sister had been truly beautiful.
‘Cyrus goes for virgins. My sister was older than his usual victims but she was innocent,’ Nikolai gritted, perspiration beading his upper lip as he went on to tell her how Cyrus had invited his sister out for coffee a couple of times and once to lunch, while telling her to keep their meetings secret from the people she worked with.
‘I suppose that’s when she should’ve got suspicious.’ Ella sighed.
‘She was naive; thrilled and flattered that a handsome, successful man was showing an interest in her, and when he asked her to come to his apartment one evening to do some private work for him she went,’ Nikolai completed.
‘And that’s when...right.’ Ella nodded in shaken acknowledgement. ‘Did Sofia go to the police afterwards?’
‘Only after she had showered but the medical did show that she had been badly bruised. She was told that there wasn’t enough evidence. Cyrus insisted that they had had consensual sex and he was believed and she was more or less told that she was a lonely fantasist. She felt humiliated that the police didn’t believe in or support her. That’s what drove her to take her own life.’
‘It must have been terrifying for her,’ Ella acknowledged heavily. ‘I can’t begin to imagine what she must have gone through.’
Nikolai was very still. ‘I’ve spent the past five years plotting my revenge against Cyrus.’
Her smooth brow furrowing, Ella gave him a bemused look. ‘Revenge?’
‘After what my sister suffered, I couldn’t live with the idea of Cyrus walking around unpunished. I had him investigated and, the more I learned about him, the more disgusted I became that a sexual deviant like him has never been brought to justice,’ Nikolai revealed. ‘To be honest, I became obsessed with my desire to take revenge on Cyrus...’
Ella strove to look understanding because she really couldn’t blame him for his feelings after hearing the tragic story of his sister’s death. Even so, the concept of revenge was so foreign to her own nature that she really couldn’t grasp it at all.
‘And somewhere during that five years I forgot who I was supposed to be and the man my sister had tried to raise me to be,’ Nikolai admitted gravely. ‘I stole business deals off Cyrus—not very satisfying. However, that was really the only damage I was able to do until his sister, Marika, phoned me a couple of months ago and informed me that Cyrus was planning to marry you.’
‘The sister he doesn’t even speak to was aware that Cyrus wanted to marry me when even I didn’t suspect it?’ Ella gasped, more than a little disturbed by the bombshell of her own name and connection to Cyrus Makris entering Nikolai’s explanations. ‘How is that possible? And why would Marika go out of her way to contact you and tell you that about me?’
‘Cyrus told his father that he was planning to marry his nephew Paul’s former fiancée. His father had been pressuring him to marry for some time and, after Cyrus named you, his father confided in Marika and asked her if she had ever met you. Marika contacted me because she knew that I was her brother’s biggest enemy and she hates him for reasons she has never shared with me.’
Ella shook her head dully. She was getting lost in the story while sixth sense was warning her that there was something very important for her to learn from what Nikolai was telling her. Unfortunately her brain was refusing to join up the dots and pick up the clues she needed.
‘When I saw your photo I couldn’t believe you were the same girl I met in that car park last year,’ Nikolai told her tautly.
‘When did you see my photo?’ Ella pressed, frowning as she moved restively against the wooden support post she had braced a hand on, her simple turquoise sundress swirling round her slim legs.
‘As soon as I had your name I had you checked out.’
Again Ella shook her head. ‘But why would you do that? What could Cyrus’s crazy belief that he could get me to marry him possibly have to do with you?’
‘I wanted to hurt him, Ella!’ Nikolai bit out in frustration. ‘I wanted to ensure that his plans for you came to nothing and that meant I had to get to you first and make you mine instead! I knew that my taking you from him would hit him hardest.’
Ella could feel the blood below her skin draining away as she finally grasped the connection he was making. Wheels within wheels and secret plotting going on behind the scenes. She could never, ever have dreamt that she owed Nikolai’s keen pursuit to such a cold, merciless motivation. Indeed his pursuit had been nothing to do with her at all, nothing personal, she thought sickly, nothing personal when she so badly needed it all to have been personal for him.
Nikolai could hear his own heart thumping out his tension in his ears as he watched her like a hawk. She looked sick, shocked. ‘I had to tell you. You have the right to know the worst about me. You need to know what and who I am and what I’m capable of.’
‘Not sure I want to know,’ Ella forced out between teeth that suddenly wanted to chatter. Her brain was in a fog. She couldn’t think. She was scared to think that the male she loved could have seen her merely as a means of revenge and a weapon with which to taunt Cyrus. Was that what Nikolai was saying? Or was she picking him up wrong? Oh, dear heaven, why couldn’t she think and put it all together properly?
‘You married me...’ she whispered shakily. ‘Why did you marry me?’
‘I wanted to make you happy. After what I’d done...the blackmail, the way I treated you...the very fact that rage pushed Cyrus into attacking you. I’m the one to blame for that... I owed you.’
Of all the sentiments a woman madly in love didn’t want to hear, Ella thought numbly, those three little words had to be at the top of the least popular list. I owed you! What was she? A debt he had to pay off? A helpless child he had to comfort and compensate? Or was the light in which he saw her even worse?
Had he guessed even before she married him how she felt about him? Had he worked out that his weapon of choice was so stupid that she had fallen in love with the blackmailing, ruthless, seven-letter-word of a man who had used her to strike a blow against his enemy?
Ella cleared her dry throat with difficulty. ‘So, you had second thoughts about what you had done.’
‘I felt bloody guilty!’ Nikolai fired back at her in a forceful rush. ‘Of course, I did. It may have taken me a while but I did eventually come to my senses and appreciate that what I had done to you was absolutely wrong on every level.’
Ella was unimpressed by those strong words.
‘And is that why you made the biggest sacrifice you could think of and married me?’ she prompted, her distress threatening to break through the false composure of shock. ‘Because you were way too smart for your own good! Presumably you never planned for this marriage to last either. Well, you shot yourself in the foot bedding a virgin, Nikolai!’
‘What are you talking about?’ It was Nikolai’s turn to
