Claimed As His (Mail Order Brides, 2)

By: Jenika Snow & Sam Crescent


“Damn, shit, I’m so sorry. That’s fucking awful.”

“It’s fine.” From how much he hated his parents she didn’t want to know what it was like to grow up with them either.

They were both screwed up in their own ways but simply did different things to deal with it.

“You don’t have any family?”

“None.”

“You never thought to go looking for your parents when you were older?”

She shook her head. “There was no reason to. Not once while I was in the system did anyone come looking for me. They got rid of me when I was a baby, Ian. I’m not going to go looking for people who didn’t care.” She shrugged.

There was a time it would hurt.

She’d see other kids be taken to homes, be loved, while she remained in the foster care system. Now, years and years later, she was sitting in the back of a limo with a rich man. Maybe she’d gotten the better deal after all.





2





Lucy felt out of place, uncomfortable, but there was no going around it. Even now she still questioned why she’d gone through with agreeing to marry him. Ian was crude, rude, so very arrogant, and no amount of money or being handsome could change that. He’d married her simply to get back at his family.

Even when they’d spoken before the wedding and he told her how his mother pushed beautiful blond women at him, she knew instantly that it was just a payback marriage. It seemed ridiculous and over-the-top for a man to go to that length just to piss off his family, but she supposed when someone had enough money, they had to find something to occupy their time.

And I’m that something.

She sat in the stiff, but no doubt ridiculously expensive leather loveseat. Ian’s penthouse apartment was deep in the city, with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the skyscrapers, chrome and leather furniture, and everything else that screamed so much wealth it was suffocating.

She felt so out of place that her palms were sweating and her heart was racing. Lucy’s apartment was basic, with hand-me-down furniture, thrift store purchases. But it had been hers, what she’d earned, worked hard to acquire, and the more she thought about Ian doing what he did without her consent, the more pissed she grew.

Lucy glanced over to where he stood. He gazed out the window at the city below, his posture stiff, the suit he wore fitting him to perfection. If his personality wasn’t so ugly she could find herself falling for him, not just her body growing warm at the sight of him, but her emotions caving. As it was, she tolerated him.

Yet I agreed to marry him, even though I could have said no, even though I could have deleted that damn profile off the site.

“You had no right to move me out of my apartment,” she finally said, feeling her anger and annoyance rise. This kind of life was so unlike what she was used to. Growing up in the system, she'd gotten used everything, but she was grateful regardless. It was clear Ian had the opposite upbringing, and that’s probably what had shaped him into the man he was today.

He turned around and glanced at her, lifting an eyebrow and looking cocky as hell. “Excuse me?” He fully turned around then so that he faced her. His dark hair was immaculately cut and styled, and his big body showed power and strength. He was well over six feet tall, with muscles that bunched and stretched under the expensive material of his suit.

Lucy straightened, not about to be intimidated. It was clear he got what he wanted all the time. And having a submissive personality, she’d always let people walk all over her. Well, not today, and not right now.

“I said—” She straightened and stared right into his eyes. “I said you had no right to move me out of my apartment.”

He smirked, just the corner of his mouth lifting up. That infuriated her even more.

“You had no right to take my personal belongings to God knows where. My lease wasn’t even up yet. I don’t think you could’ve legally done what you did, married or not.” She was so heated right now she felt her face become hot, knew it was red.

“We’re married. What did you expect was going to happen? Did you think you would just live in your apartment and me in the city? Married couples live together.” He lifted his eyebrow again. He walked over to her and stood just a few feet from where she was. “And your belongings are in a storage facility owned by my company. Nothing was thrown out.“

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