The Kyriakos Virgin Bride by Tessa Radley

to talk, so where was he taking her? She dug in her heels, dragging him to a stop. “Where are we going?”
    â€œI’m taking you away. Where we can be alone, where we can sort this—this misunderstanding —out.”
    â€œOh, no. I’m going to the airport. There’s plenty of time to talk on the way.”
    â€œYou’re my wife, I am—” A deafening drone drowned out the rest of his reply. He grabbed her arm. Pandora resisted, determined not to let Zac dictate to her. Through the roaring noise she was aware that Zac was shouting at her.
    She glared at him. “What?”
    â€œGet down! Get back!” he yelled close to her ear.
    The huge black shadow of a helicopter swept over them. Shuddering, finally comprehending, she let him pull her out of the path of the hovering machine.
    Aki had returned with another batch of bags. These must belong to Zac, Pandora realised as the helicopter settled onto the concrete helipad and Aki started passing the bags—hers, too—up into the belly of the helicopter.
    Zac’s bags and her bags being loaded into the helicopter did not equate to her plan of going to the airport. She stared at the monstrous machine, its shiny white body bearing the royal-blue-and-yellow logo of Kyriakos Shipping. For the first time she saw the stylised feminine profile with long flying hair within the logo for what it was. A virgin. Then the slowing rotor blades grabbed her attention.
    Pandora’s stomach clenched and a fine attack of perspiration broke out along the back of her neck. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Especially not in that—” she stabbed a finger at the helicopter “—hellishly dangerous thing. I want a taxi to the airport. I’m leaving. I want a divorce.”
    â€œThat’s not going to happen.”
    Zac’s bronzed face was hard. Inscrutable. This was not the man she’d fallen in love with. This was someone else altogether. A stranger, stripped of the indulgent, cherishing mask. A man so hard she feared he’d break her.
    As he’d already broken her heart.
    â€œHow could I ever have agreed to marry you? I hate you.”
    Something moved across his face, a flash of darkness, and then it was gone. “That’s too bad. Because we’re going on honeymoon, to be alone—like you wanted.”
    â€œNo way!”
    There was a reckless gleam in his eyes. “Well, then, what have I got to lose?”
    Picking her up, he hoisted her over his shoulder and tore across the grass to the open doors of the helicopter.
    â€œNo,” she yelled, fear making her stiff.
    He ignored her.
    Each stride he took caused her to lurch against his shoulder, and with one hand she clung to her handbag while the other clutched his shirt.
    â€œPut me down!” Pandora caught a glimpse of Aki’s startled face as Zac clambered into the helicopter, his arms tight as chains around her.
    â€œStop fighting me.”
    â€œNever,” she vowed as she tumbled down onto his lap, her hair plastered to her face as tears clogged her eyes.
    Zac shouted something at the pilot. The helicopter started to rise. Pandora hammered her fists against Zac’s chest. “Let me out!”
    She pushed back her streaming hair. In a blur of horror she stared out the window. Below, Zac’s huge house was retreating, growing smaller. She let out a wail of disbelief, of sheer terror.
    â€œHush, you are making a scene.”
    Pandora realised she was sobbing. “That’s all you can say? You kidnap me, then tell me to be quiet?”
    â€œYou’re crying.” His hand smoothed her hair.
    â€œOf course I’m crying.” She twisted her head away from his touch. “I don’t believe you! Who the hell do you think you are?”
    But she knew. He was Zac Kyriakos. One of the richest men in the world. So powerful that he could do what he liked with her. No one would stand in his