The Executive's Vengeful Seduction / Rich Man's Revenge: The Executive's Vengeful Seduction

“Don’t let the comment about grandchildren worry you,” he said on the way out of the hospital. “Your mother’s just doing some wishful thinking. It’s only natural.”

Somehow she found the strength to pretend she didn’t care that her parents should have already been grandparents. If only…

No!

Instead, she shot Damien a glare. “Did you know they weren’t actually back together?”

“Yes,” he said, opening the car door for her.

“What! You told me—”

“That your mother had come home because of your father’s stroke. She did.”

“But—”

“Let them work it out themselves. We have other things to worry about right now.” He took her elbow and guided her onto the passenger seat. “Keiran being one of them. He’s bound to be difficult.”

The thought of facing Keiran kept her quiet as Damien closed the door and came around the other side of the BMW. A short while later they entered her father’s office to find her cousin again behind the desk, looking so self-satisfied she wanted to wipe that look right off his face. Thank goodness she’d dressed in a short black skirt and cream silk blouse that looked very businesslike.

“Keiran,” she said, walking over to the chair in front of the desk and taking a seat as Damien went to stand by the window. “Do you realize you lost the company a three-million-dollar contract?”

Keiran suddenly looked wary. “They wanted more than we could give. We don’t have the resources for what they wanted.”

“No,” she snapped. “My father would have bent over backward to find a way to keep that contract.”

Keiran glared at her defiantly. “I did all I could.”

“I’m sure you did. But this company isn’t only about you and what you can and can’t do, Keiran. It’s about being a business. About keeping people in jobs.”

Keiran stiffened. “Don’t come in here and start preaching to me on how to run things, Gabrielle. I’m in charge now and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Correction. You were in charge.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t start that again. You and Damien are—”

“Married.”

He flinched, then quickly recovered. “So?”

She leaned forward and slapped a copy of the marriage certificate and the document transferring the shares on the desk. “We’re married. We were married yesterday. And Damien’s given me eleven percent of his shares as a wedding present,” she said, enjoying dropping that bombshell. She made a point of standing up. “So thank you for holding the fort, but I’ll take over now.”

“Like hell you will,” Keiran snapped, his face turning an ugly red.