Free A Perfect Wife: International Billionaires V: The Greeks by Caro LaFever

surgeon in the world to Greece to perform surgery on his pappoús .
    If he still lived.
    The thought wrenched him away from lust. A cold wash of instant fear swept through him.
    He placed another call to the doctors at the hospital.
    Walking through the airport entry, they were ushered into a private room. Natalie, or whatever her name was, smiled one last time at the swarthy adorer she’d managed to wrap around her pinkie in mere minutes. She turned to throw another one of those smiles at the customs agent. Who was male. Who took one look at her moonbeam hair and melted.
    Aetos narrowed his eyes.
    Not due to his being jealous. Óchi . No.
    The reason was he’d finally figured out how to get at least one piece of true information from this witch. He snatched her passport from her hands before she could hand it over.
    Those violet eyes of hers flashed with laser-blue fire. “You—”
    “I don’t think you want to start a fight now, gynaíka ,” he warned gently. “Not in front of all your admirers. They might realize what you truly are.”
    “Polite? Well behaved?” Sarcasm riddled the words.
    Ignoring her, he flipped open the passport.
    Natalie .
    He glanced up in time to catch her smirk. A prick of pure rage beat behind the middle of his eyes. The woman continually tried to pull one over on him. Continually belittled his supremacy over her. And because of this, he wasn’t going to let her escape the consequences of her actions, not even if she performed well with his family. Instead, he was going to let the sword fall when the time came.
    Natalie Globenko.
    “Ah, Natalie,” he murmured, his tone light, his gaze dark. “I’ll have to report you for an incorrect name on your passport when we return home.”
    Not Greece.
    America. His real home.
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    H e stood in the center of his family.
    A golden god come to life amongst a chorus of short, black-haired, emotive people.
    Natalie positioned herself to the side, watching the reunion. Tears slid down cheeks and into smiling mouths. Hands waved in fervent delight above nodding heads. Animated voices filled the hospital waiting room with a flurry of excited, ecstatic Greek.
    This reunion was no ordinary one. Her journalistic instincts told her this quite unmistakably. This outpouring of emotion had little to do with the dire circumstances that brought this family together. The patriarch might be on his deathbed, yet his relatives still knew how to grab life with both hands and rejoice in every moment of jubilation.
    There might be tears, but they were tears of happiness and joy. All centered around him.
    The him who stood like a stone statue in the middle of a flood of emotion.
    What was wrong with the man?
    She folded her arms around herself and leaned on the pale-gray wall.
    Was he even human? He couldn’t possibly be. He worked like a demon without pausing to rest. He treated everyone he met with barely concealed contempt. Now, here, she saw his inhumanity even more. With his adoring family surrounding him, welcoming him, loving him…he reacted like a cold-blooded statue.
    No smiles. Only stony looks.
    No embraces. Only stiff nods.
    Nothing to encourage his relatives to come near, to touch him, to love him more. He certainly wasn’t a god. Not in character or heart or soul, where it really mattered. He might physically shine like the sun itself, but where it mattered, he fell short.
    Remember that when he gives you one of his grins .
    It hadn’t been a gift, his grin. It had been a trap. One she’d teetered on the lip of for a moment before his behavior gave her a stark reminder of what kind of man he truly was. A man who lived for money, who had no compunction about lying.
    A man who didn’t love his family.
    Or maybe, like her father, he took them and their love for granted.
    Either way, his conduct was disgraceful.
    One of the younger women, with a laughing smile, stuffed a gurgling baby into Zenos’s stiff embrace. He held the baby apart from him,