Elizabeth Lennox

The Greek’s Forgotten Wife Introduction Stories

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Damon’s Story…

Damon watched the shoreline fade into the distance as the boat carrying him away from home sped away. He couldn’t believe the relief he felt. He was finally leaving the villa, going to school and getting away from the oppressive, slowly-deteriorating opulence of the house in which he’d been born.

He understood the power of the villa and why it was so important to the family name. But for the next eight years, he wouldn’t have to think about that. He could go his own way, attend school and learn about the world outside of Greece and the tiny town that was completely supported by his family’s cancerous generosity.

Turning away, he looked forward, towards the future. He would leave this place and if he never went back, he would be fine with that. He wasn’t too keen on boarding school in America though. Why his father was sending him there, he had no idea. It was pointless as far as he could understand. There were so many good schools in Europe and even in Greece. What was it about this particular school that his father admired so much?

But Damon had his orders. Get good grades, attend a good university and take over the family empire. Just as his father and grandfather had done. Generations of Galanos men had done the same; he would follow in their footsteps. But he had other ideas on how to accomplish the same goals. He wouldn’t be just a carbon copy, he thought as the wind whipped at his face. He would lead the family business to bigger triumphs. Damon’s father hadn’t listened to his ideas over the years, but once it was his turn to take over the reins, he wouldn’t settle for just the measly profits his father and grandfather enjoyed. No, he had bigger plans.

And no one was going to get in his way!

Sasha’s Story….

The taunts wouldn’t hurt her today. Sasha put her hands in her pockets, shifted her book bag higher onto her shoulder, and walked down the hall with fake bravado.

“Been to the garbage bin today?” Cecile Rothweld called out. Cecile was the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the village. The nearly constant stream of mean and spiteful things she said caused her nose to pinch and her eyes to constantly be in squint. The pinched nose and squinty eyes made her look ugly, both inside and out.

Sasha opened her mouth to reply, to taunt her back, but she snapped it shut. Her mother would be ashamed if she said anything mean. Today was a bad day for her mother, her cancer was winning – causing her to lose sleep and suffer from intense nausea. So she was going to refrain, in honor of her mother. Just today, she told herself. She’d get through today and then tomorrow…well, maybe tomorrow would be a better day.

She sat down in her chair in the back of the classroom, smiling briefly at Mandy, another student who wore clothes from the church rummage sale. They were friends and allies in the battles constantly waged against the “Ceciles” of the schoolyard.

“She’s in fine form today,” Mandy whispered.

“I know. Watch your back.”

Mandy and Sasha shared a smile before the teacher started class. They were good students and excelled at almost everything the teacher handed out. Unlike Cecile, who struggled to even do the simplest assignments correctly. Sasha accepted that getting a perfect score on today’s math quiz was a good enough success for the day. And her mother would be proud, so that was also a win.

She wondered what it would be like to bring her math homework to her mysterious, absent father. Would he be proud? Or would he scoff like her mother suspected? Sasha knew who her father was, but she’d never spoken to him. The man had dumped her mother as soon as he learned that Sasha was on the way. He was handsome, wealthy and the ultimate playboy, so Sasha had many pictures of the man. She hid them away in a special box under her bed. Every once in a while, Sasha would take them out and read the articles, think about what it would be like to attend some of the parties that were thrown by Sasha’s father or just to meet her grandfather. It would certainly be nice, she thought.

Someday, she promised herself as she and Mandy walked through the schoolyard together, she was going to meet her father and grandfather. She just knew that the three of them would get along famously! They had to, she thought. They had so much in common. They were all good at math, she thought. She loved to read and…well, she had no idea what her father’s other interests were, but she just knew that the three of them could share stories and laugh together.

Sitting in the kitchen that evening, Sasha couldn’t contain her curiosity.

“What was he like?” Sasha asked, propping her chin up on her raised hands. “You don’t ever talk about him except to say how horrible all Greek men are. Surely there must have been some redeeming qualities about him or you wouldn’t have gone out with him.”

Linda laughed softly at her beautiful daughter’s eager expression. “Oh, he was handsome enough,” she told her daughter. That much should be perfectly obvious since her twelve year old daughter had the jet black hair of her Greek ancestors while she had the light brown hair from her own mother. “And he was charming.”

“What did he say to make you fall in love with him?”

Linda cringed. “I never loved him,” she countered.

Sasha didn’t understand that. “But you got pregnant. Surely you loved him at some point.”

Linda wasn’t sure how to explain that consequence. In the end, she made something up. “Yes, I loved him. He was sweet and charming and took me to the best restaurants.” And as soon as he realized he’d gotten me pregnant, she thought, he’d run as fast as he could in the opposite direction.

Sasha loved the story, even if it wasn’t much more than she’d heard all the other times she’d asked about her father. She stood up from the scratched wooden table that they’d found on the side of the road and carried the two blocks to their tiny apartment. “When did you know that you loved him?”

Sasha’s mother stood up and sighed, taking their plates to the sink and turning on the hot water because they didn’t have a dishwasher. “He told me that he loved me after our second date.”

Sasha smiled, thinking that was as close to love at first sight as one could possibly hope. “Do you think I’ll fall in love that fast?” she breathed, her eyes turning all dreamy.

Linda poured some soap into the sink. “Definitely not, dear. You’re going to be smart and not fall in love until you know the man more completely. And you’re going to have your college degree, several years of work behind you and you’ll make good decisions. Right?”

Sasha laughed. It was the same refrain she’d heard from her mother every time this subject came up.

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