Redemption Of A Ruthless Billionaire
‘I want you off my property.’But what Nik Voronov really wants is Sybella—in his bed!Nik’s not a Voronov by blood, but he’s ferociously protective of his adoptive family. So when he believes single mother Sybella Parminter is taking advantage of his grandfather he ruthlessly strips her of her job! But as unexpected desire threatens to consume them both, sweet Sybella might just be the redemption this brooding billionaire needs…
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“I want you off my property.”
But what Nik Voronov really wants is Sybella—in his bed!
Nik’s not a Voronov by blood, but he’s ferociously protective of his adoptive family. So when he believes single mother Sybella Parminter is taking advantage of his grandfather, he ruthlessly strips her of her job! But when unexpected desire threatens to consume them both, sweet Sybella might just be the redemption this brooding billionaire needs...
LUCY ELLIS creates over-the-top couples who spar and canoodle in glamorous places. If it doesn’t read like a cross between a dozen old fairy tales you half-know and a 1930s romantic comedy, it’s not a Lucy Ellis story. Come and read rambling exposition on her books at lucy-ellis.com and drop her a line.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07175-8
REDEMPTION OF A RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE
© 2018 Lucy Ellis
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To the memory of my dear dad—Robert ‘Jim’ Giblett—who didn’t get to see this one finished after many hours on the phone listening to me making up these stories, laughing in the right places and telling me I could do it when I thought I couldn’t.
Life isn’t the same without you, Dad.
You were everything to me, your Lucy/Kareena.
Contents
‘I’VE FOUND YOU a girl,’ was the unexpected news his grandfather greeted Nik Voronov with cheerfully. ‘She’s local, so you’ll have to come down.’
The key words, Nik suspected, were, You’ll have to come down.
His conscience pricked. He hadn’t set out ten years ago, when he’d founded his company, to work twelve-hour days and seven-day weeks, but he did. He had the world on his shoulders, and his grandfather more of late on his conscience, and balancing the two was hard.
Nik lowered his head as a gust of wind buffeted him on the approach to the complex of site buildings where he had an office.
Around him was the site where his company, Voroncor, were sinking down exploratory equipment and mining kimberlite deposits from the rich Siberian earth. Work went on all year round, and because it was January everything was white except in patches where the ashy black earth showed through.
At least the wind had died down and he could see what he was looking at. Three years’ hard work to pull this reserve into the Voroncor fold.
‘Is that right, Deda?’
‘Her name is Sybella and she has everything a man could want. She cooks and cleans and she’s wonderful with children!’
The triumvirate of qualities guaranteed to ensure a man a good life, according to his seventy-nine-year-old grandfather.
Nik was well aware he could remind the old man he had a chef on the payroll, cleaning staff for all four of his international residences and no children to speak of. Moreover, no woman in the twenty-first century would view cooking, cleaning and raising children her sole responsibility.
