Page 28 of Beautiful Vows

“Hey. Have you got any news for me?” I ask Jove.

“Your inheritance is ready. I’ve sent you an encrypted link to everything. You know the drill and how to open it.” He hesitates for a moment. “Five hundred and twenty million dollars…”

“Sorry! Say that again.”

“You heard right. You’re worth just over half a billion dollars. US, not Aussie.”

“Wow,” I interrupt him. "And my sisters."

“They have less than you, but enough for them to never have to worry about money ever again. But I can’t release their money. It’s best that your sisters remain oblivious.” He clears his throat. “There’s something else.” He pauses again. “You have a house in Switzerland and another in the Bahamas. If you ever need a safe place to go, I can organize it.”

“Wow.” That's all I can mutter right now. I’ve gone from being a virtual pauper to having more money than I can ever imagine.

“Indeed,” he replies in his polished English accent.

My hand reaches to the place at the back of my neck that I suspect my tracker is. “Can you turn off the tracker or have someone remove it from me?”

“I can’t. That’s not within my jurisdiction.”

“Oh, come on Jove.”

“Sorry Lia. If I do anything to that tracker, I’m dead.”

I groan. There’s no way I want his death in my hands. “If I order you to tell me where it is, will you?” My voice is calm, but full of authority. This is one way to determine who’s in charge here.

“No.”

I sigh. “Okay, I’ll take myself to a veterinarian and get scanned.”

“Now you’ve told me that, I can tell you, but I have to inform Antonio.”

“Fine. Tell me where it is.”

I blink a few times and glance at my back in the mirror again, trying to find a trace of a bump, but I can't see a damn thing.

The door to my stateroom on the yacht cracks open. I catch Milly as she narrows her eyes and says, "What are you doing?"

"If I told you, you'll think I'm crazy," I say, reaching out for my sundress.

"I've been dating a mafia heir and somehow had it in my head he'd not go through with his arranged marriage because he loved me too much." She shrugs her shoulders. "Who's crazy?"

"Finally! I was imagining you jumping up and screaming when the Priest asked if anyone knows of any…"

"I know. I know. And no. I'm not."

"Good."

"But if he thinks I'm going to hide away, he can think again."

I roll my eyes and shake my head. "Don't get revenge. He's not worth it."

"It's not revenge." She smiles. "Enzo's quite cute, really."

"Milly…" I warn her. "You're playing with fire."

"No, Romeo is the one who is going to burn … with rage. And then I'm going to throw gasoline on him and make him hurt."

"Dramatic. Much!"

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