Lynne Graham Books Apr 2026

The silence was absolute.

That stung more than cruelty.

Rio smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, agapi mou .” The wedding was in a Greek chapel on a private island. Lily wore a simple ivory dress — not because Rio was cheap, but because he’d insisted she choose. “I won’t costume you,” he’d said coldly. “You’re not a possession. You’re an investment.”

Lily felt the floor tilt. This was blackmail wrapped in a diamond ring. But it was also survival. lynne graham books

Lily’s spine stiffened. Dad had been a gambler, a charmer, and a liar. She’d spent her twenties cleaning up his messes. “I don’t owe you anything, Rio.”

“I didn’t leave,” she whispered. “Your father—”

He looked at her. Just looked. Then: “You still sleep on the left side of the bed.” The silence was absolute

She let out a sob. “You absolute idiot.”

“Marry me.”

Then his real father had appeared. The old man had shown Lily photos of Rio’s real fiancée — a shipping heiress. “Step aside, little flower,” the tycoon had sneered. “Or he loses everything.” It didn’t reach his eyes

And Rio had believed her. Three weeks into the marriage, Lily woke gasping from a nightmare. Her father, drowning in debt. Rio’s face, cold with betrayal. She stumbled to the kitchen for water — and found Rio there, shirtless, making coffee at 3 a.m.

“Six months,” she said hoarsely. “No… no intimacy clause.”

The air left her lungs. “You… you bought my life?”

Would you like a different trope (e.g., amnesia, runaway bride, Greek tycoon + innocent heroine) or a longer, chapter-by-chapter expansion?

“What?” she whispered, hating the tremor in her voice.