Spoiled By A Zillionaire

Madame Foster

It was two hours later when Lola and Shane finally walked out of their bedroom and found his mother waiting for them.

“Mother,” Shane beamed before planting kisses on both his mother’s cheeks.

“Shane Foster, you are dead meat!” Melisa exclaimed, not impressed with her son.

“Don’t say things like that, Mother. You are scaring my wife. She might just think you are one of those mothers-in-laws from hell and keep you away from our child.”

Melisa waved her hand dismissively at her manipulative son before approaching Lola, who seemed frozen on the spot.

“You, Darling, are just perfect. Keep this son of mine in line, will you?” Melisa said, unable to hide her excitement. She was starting to accept that her son would never get married.

Lola looked at the elegantly dressed beautiful woman probably in her early-forties, who bore a resemblance to the man who was her husband. She did not know how to respond to her, nor did she know what to do when Melisa pulled her into a hug.

“Your real wedding is going to be spectacular!” Melisa beamed excitedly while Lola glanced at Shane. They had not spoken about any of that. In fact, they had not spoken about anything about their future besides the heir.

“Don’t look at him. He is a terrible planner. I am planning this wedding, every occasion that go with it and follow after it. You and I are going to be besties.”

“Thank you, Mrs Foster. I…”

“Nonsense, call me Mel and don’t you worry about the Foster vultures. I have your back always,“ Melisa reassured her clueless daughter-in-law. Lola had no idea what occasions Melisa was referring to and who the Foster vultures were.

She watched her mother-in-law’s private jet fly off and wondered just how much money the Fosters had.

Her heart pounded when strong arms snaked around her waist. Something about Shane scared her. She could handle his aloof demeanour he projected at work. It was this gentle side of him that terrified her.

“Yours will be a special edition,” he whispered to her ear.

“My what?”

“Your private jet.”

She turned her head to look at him in disbelief. She had never met anyone who owned their own jet before, yet it’s seemed normal in her new family.

She shook her head.

“You have done enough for me already. I don’t need you spending your money on me,” she objected while he laughed. She married him to get her revenge not his money. He had already given her more than that. Her freedom and also taken care for Samantha’s brother and the crooked officers for her.

“Whom exactly am I to spend my money on if not my wife?” he asked. “It’s not like I can have a mistress now, can I?” he teased and noticed her jaw clench.

“Is there anyone in your life I should know about?” she asked, irritated with herself for caring.

He turned her around, prompting her to look at him.

“No and there never will be.”

She swallowed her saliva and looked away. He sounded and looked sincere, but she knew better not to ever trust a man again.

It was midmorning when Shane’s private jet landed at the Foster castle in the outskirts of Palmland.

Lola looked at the humongous castle with awe. She had no idea that such a place existed in the country. Her heart pounded at the unknown that awaited her there, but also thrilled that she would see Mike’s reaction to the discovery that she was now his aunt he needed to bow down to.

Shane was the first to aboard. He offered Lola his hand and helped her down. Looking down at her, Lola avoided his alluring eyes.

“Look at me, wife,” he urged before lifting her chin with his finger and brushing his lips against hers.

“I got you,” he said sincerely, melting her heart. Lola instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. They were both breathless when Shane broke off the kiss, feeling his control sipping away.

“Careful, wife. I might just order the pilot to take us back home,” he warned, making her blush.

Offering her his hand, Lola gladly took it and allowed him to lead her towards the castle entrance.

Her heart fluttered when she came across meticulous rows of Foster members and employees standing outside. They all bowed as the two walked past. Lola kept her head high and a smile on her face as the sexiest and most powerful man in Asherway led her past. She heard gasps and whispers she could only guess were because of her.

Shane suddenly stopped, prompting her to stop and follow his line of vision. Right before the glass entrance was Samantha, who looked like she was ready to murder someone. Mike stood next to her with a flabbergasted expression on his face.

“Any reason we have an unauthorised attendance?” Shane asked with a tone so icy cold even Lola shivered slightly besides him. All heads turned to Samantha. They all knew the rules and whom Shane was referring to. Only the Foster clan and the castle employees observed their traditions. Samantha was not yet a member of the family. Curious about Shane’s bride, she had insisted on attending the ceremony when Mike told her that the whole clan was ordered to meet at the castle that morning.

“I…I…” she stammered, her body trembling.

“Please forgive us. Samantha was here to finalise some details for tonight,” Mike explained with his head down. He would not dare look at Shane, nor the stunning woman besides him he betrayed.

“You better keep her in check,” Shane ordered before ushering Lola inside the castle to the massive lounge, where he made her sit on a throne-like golden chair.

Lola watched him roll up his sleeves and kneel down before the maid moved forward with a bowl filled with water.

Her eyes widened when he took off her shoes and started washing her feet. She could feel eyes on her as he gentle massaged her feet with lotion and planting a kiss on them.

Another maid moved forward carrying a red cushion laced with gold embroidery. An exquisite black velvet box sat in the centre of the cushion. Shane opened the box, taking out a ring and slipping it on her finger. Lola watched with awe, everything feeling surreal. She came for revenge and wanted to see Mike’s expression, but it was Shane’s tender actions that captured her every being. At that very moment, she no longer cared about Mike and his betrayal.

“I present to you, my wife, Mrs Lola Brown-Foster. From this day forth she shall be Madame Lola, matriarch of the Foster clan and empire,” Shane declared, his eyes glued on hers.

“Greetings, Madame Lola, matriarch of the Foster clan and empire,” the attendees all chanted in unison before one-by-one they moved forward to kneel and kiss her feet.

“This is ridiculous! You are not going to kiss her feet, are you?” Samantha asked Mike in disbelief. The lowly girl she snatched Mike away from was now the Foster matriarch. It was infuriating.

“Do you want me to be expelled from my family?” Mike whispered to her and Samantha frantically shook her head.

“No. You know I don’t want that!” she snapped at him.

“Do you want our engagement and marriage accepted?” he asked.

“Of course, I do.”

“This is the Foster way,” he told her before joining the queue to kiss Lola’s feet.