Page 92 of Seduced By Contract

His face hardens. "It was my mother's. My father gave it to her when they got married. I'm sorry, but I didn't have another one on hand that would be convincing as an engagement ring."

"You don't mind if I use it?"

He looks ahead, focused on the road. "Do I mind? I'm embarrassed to have to put something that belonged to that woman on your finger."

When we arrive at my house, it looks like a party’s happening there, because Zeus's three brothers get out of their cars almost in sequence.

What are they doing here?

I don't know them personally, apart from my former employer, but only someone without any perception wouldn't notice that they are very similar.

Everyone comes toward us, and even though I'm anxious, I feel a little like I’m drowning in that sea of testosterone.

Ares is the first to approach, and he kisses my cheek.

I stare at him with wide eyes.

"You're my brother's woman. Family," he says, shrugging his shoulders.

After the others introduce themselves, we head toward the house. When I open the door, I know from the silence that the babies are sleeping, but Eleanor is pacing back and forth, looking very nervous.

"Honey, thank God you arrived!"

I introduce all the Kostanidis men, and just like she does with Zeus, she kisses them one by one. If it wasn't for my racing mind, I would find it funny to see their faces at Eleanor's informality.

Five minutes later, we’ve explained the plan to her. The Kostanidis' company lawyer arrived as soon as we entered, but Mr. Rimes isn’t here yet.

"What did Mrs. Mirtes say on the phone, Mom?"

"That now there's proof that you can't be the children's guardian and that she would come with two more social workers to take them to a temporary home."

"Jesus Christ!"

"Calm down, Miss Foster. Things don’t work that way. She won't take the babies,” Zeus's lawyer says, but I can't believe it.

When the doorbell rings again, Mom goes to the door and comes back terrified. "The witch has arrived."

Zeus

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

I goto open the door. I want to be the first to look at the woman who has been terrorizing Madison for months.

I don't know what I expected. Maybe Satan in a skirt, with horns and everything else. However, what I find is a lady around sixty years old, thin, with short hair and glasses. Nothing special.

She can't hide her astonishment when she sees me. I don't know if it’s because she recognizes me or because she didn't expect Madison to have someone by her side when she came.

"May I help you?" I ask, with a blank expression.

"I would like to speak to Madison Foster."

"Your name, please, so I can tell my fiancée."

"Mirtes Prates."

Behind the woman, the lawyer I hired to handle Madison's niece and nephew's case, Rimes, walks toward us.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Mister Kostanidis."

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