From Boardroom to Bedroom

“My father’s will left everything to Miranda,” Sophie started. “My brothers and I got nothing.”

“So you’re seeking revenge as some sort of poor little rich girl?”

Sophie swallowed and blinked back unshed tears. “I know that’s what it looks like, but the money has nothing to do with it. Miranda doesn’t deserve anything from my father. She just married him for the fortune—the ranch and all of its history mean nothing to her. She has my childhood home and everything else that should remain in the Blackwood family.”

Nigel stared at her from the slit in his lids. “So you came here to what? Find dirt on Miranda and then blackmail her into giving you back what you want? That sounds petty and childish.”

“No, it sounds like my brothers and I want our home back. We want to be able to keep that in the family,” she cried. “Miranda doesn’t care about Royal like we do. She has her own life, her own empire. My brother and his wife are expecting a child and we want to carry on the Blackwood legacy.”

Sophie stared at him, waiting for some sign that he understood where she was coming from. That he might get her loyalty wasn’t a bad thing even if she’d made a bad choice.

“And did you find what you were looking for?” he finally asked.

Sophie crossed her arms over her chest. “No. I didn’t find anything negative on Miranda. And I certainly wasn’t looking to fall in love.”

“Don’t throw that word out, not now. You don’t know what love is. You don’t lie to the people you love and you sure

few steps forward, close enough that she could reach out and place her hand on his rigid back. He stiffened even more, but he didn’t turn to face

stated. “When I applied for the job at Green Room Media, I wanted to talk to people, get some scoop

close to me. You slept

you realized you’d be working one-on-one with me, I’m sure that just fit right into your deceit. I mean, who better to get gossip from than the CEO? No one in the company has spent more time with Miranda than

met you. I knew in the end you’d find out who I was, but by the time I realized I loved you, it was too late for there

the show and you get a free trip to Cumbria. I can’t believe I

confused and hurting. I also know I don’t deserve to ask anything of you, but I’m asking that you take time and think before you

at any point over the past weeks who you really were, but you opted not to. Or, hell, at the very least you could’ve told me when you

letting down my family—choosing you over the promise I made to them. I told my brothers I would follow

to the side of family loyalty would get him to see she

same person you were with in Cumbria,” she

at all,” he countered. “I didn’t even know your

you. If you think back to our time together, you’ll see that. You remembered what I said about that single stem, you know my food