The Greek's Forgotten Wife (Boarding School #1) by Elizabeth Lennox Read Free Book Online Page B

Even to the village.
    “Find her,” he said to his head of security. 
    Already, several men were racing to vehicles, ready to find the woman and protect her.  He stepped into the back of the limousine himself, intent on finding his woman.
    The drive to the village church was short and could easily be walked, but it was safer in the cars.  When the limousine stopped outside of the small, stone church that had stood in this place for centuries, he realized that the village was strangely, ominously quiet.  He couldn’t figure out why people weren’t bustling around, going about their daily business.  There weren’t a large number of people who lived in this village, but he remembered a small number of them always bustling around industriously, moving from shop to shop or strolling down the street.  As he looked around, he realized that most of the shops were closed up.  There wasn’t even anyone at the coffee shop and there had always been people sitting outside in the morning sunshine, shipping a cup of java and gossiping. 
    As he walked into the church, he found out why.  Every single villager was inside, sitting around in a circle on chairs, each with a cup of coffee in hand, eagerly listening to his wife discuss their latest investments. 
    Damon stood just out of sight, listening to her discuss the profit and loss statements of the various companies, noting the current earnings per share and comparing it to the market price.  There was a round of excited murmurs after that announcement. 
    Sasha then went on to discuss village business issues and Damon was stunned by her creativity.  She had worked out a whole strategy where the villagers gained an international audience for their wares.  His wife had encouraged all of them to start selling their products online with their combined investments as the capital to finance everything.  Her plan was brilliant, actually.  It would allow the villagers to earn more money while still maintaining their small town lifestyle.  The only thing they’d lacked was money and the technical knowledge to build the websites and the business infrastructure.  His brilliant wife had figured out how to get both. 
    Damon was equally astounded to hear about all of the needs from the village shop owners.  As the primary landowner, it was traditionally his responsibility to help them out.  But he’d been so focused on building up his empire, destroying his enemies and, well, yes, getting away from this place that held so many bad memories, that he hadn’t paid any attention to local needs.  But his pretty wife had!  She’d stepped in, recognized the problem and created a solution where everyone could earn the money to purchase what they needed!  She’d filled the gap and he was damn proud of her. 
    The baker needed a larger oven in order to fill the increasing numbers of orders, the weaver’s loom had broken down and he had orders stacking up.  The oven and the loom had already been shipped and only needed final payment.  Several of the ladies were in a quilting group and needed more shipping supplies to get their quilts to their customers, another group of ladies needed more yarn to keep up with the demand for their knitted products. 
    His wife had done all of this, he realized with pride.  Never had he seen this group of villagers so animated, so industrious and challenged.  And he’d known most of them since the time when he was a small child. 
    Stepping into the room, the lively conversation slowly died out as each person realized who he was.  Recognition was slow in coming since it had been a long time since he’d been around, but, one by one, their chatter died out and worried eyes turned towards him.  He didn’t care about the others though. He had eyes only for his lovely wife who was sitting next to a blond man.  A man who also only had eyes for his wife.
    Not in this lifetime, Damon silently thought.  The blond man needed to get away from Sasha