Filthy Rich Revenge: A Filthy Rich Billionaires Book - Lynn Raye Harris Page 0,75

Unfortunately, it was going to ruin her too.

“Then why did you marry me if you didn’t want to?” she demanded. “No one held a gun to your head. We could have worked out visitation.”

His eyes widened. “Visitation? This is my child.”

“Are you sure?” As soon as she said the words, she regretted them. The raw pain on his face told her she’d stabbed deep. But she was furious, hurt, and she wanted to hurt him back. She knew that no good could come of wounding each other this way, yet she’d stooped to his level. It didn’t make her feel any better.

His face clouded. “If not for the timing, I might doubt it.”

Rebecca swallowed a bubble of hysteria. “Of course you would. My God you make me sick.”

After everything she’d told him about her life, everything she’d felt and believed. It was too much to process. She didn’t bother gathering the sample book. She was done. So very done.

“Where are you going, Rebecca?”

“Away from you.”

“You cannot hide from the truth, mi esposa. I know what you are.”

She turned back to him. Her body shook with emotion as she stared him down.

“And I know what you are, Alejandro. You’re a coward. You’ve perfected the art of hiding from the truth.”

29

Confronting Rebecca did not make Alejandro feel any better. In fact, he felt worse.

He thought he would feel exhilaration, triumph, all the things he usually felt when he’d won the fight. When he vanquished his foes, he felt like he could conquer anything. It had been so since his days in the ring, and it had carried over into his life as a business tycoon. Winning was everything. It had brought him farther in life than anyone could have expected.

But he did not feel much like a winner this time.

Why not? He should be triumphant. He’d figured out what Rebecca was up to and he’d thwarted her. He’d expected strident denials, but instead he’d gotten anger and insults. Rebecca had been furious with him.

And hurt. He’d seen the hurt in her eyes, and it had made him want to beg her forgiveness—which of course meant he’d shoved those feelings down deep and pushed back when she’d tried to reason with him. He didn’t believe her father had committed suicide any more than she did. But he’d had the means to do it, and it was a hell of a story for the press to dig into. Who knew how long it would take them to lose interest?

Meanwhile, Ramirez Enterprises would have to weather the storm. They were far from broken by it, but it was inconvenient and would cost a lot of money. Alejandro growled as he stared in the direction Rebecca had gone. She’d turned his life upside down in the space of weeks and he was at a loss for whether to go after her or head to his study and try to do damage control.

Ultimately, he chose the study because at least there he could get a handle on his temper. Rebecca would still be around in a few hours when he’d had a chance to calm down again. Doubt niggled at him as he thought of her face when he’d confronted her. She didn’t look like a woman who’d been caught red-handed. She looked like she’d been blind-sided.

“She’s good at it,” he muttered as he headed inside. Yet his belly churned with doubt. If he ignored it, it would go away.

Señora Flores appeared in the door, looking angry as she hustled past him to pick up the tea tray from the table where Rebecca had left it. She didn’t speak to him as she slipped by again. Alejandro continued to his study and closed the door.

It was many hours before he looked up and realized he hadn’t heard a peep out of anyone. There was no movement outside his door, no sounds of voices in the house. Señora Flores had not called him to dinner.

He pushed back from the computer and rubbed his eyes. Then he pressed a button on the house intercom. Señora Flores answered and he asked her to bring him a plate from the kitchen. A few minutes later she appeared with the food he requested. Her face was set in a stony mask as she dropped the plate on the desk. She also dropped a glass of water with a thud, marching away without bothering to wipe up the splashes that landed on the mahogany.

He blinked after her, surprised. She was angry with him