Spoiled By A Zillionaire

Foster clan

Lola’s eyes were fixed on Shane’s alluring ones as Mike kissed her feet. Now seated on another golden chair next to Lola, Shane carefully observed his wife’s reaction and saw no difference when Mike kissed her feet compared to when other family members did the same. His heart fluttered because Lola’s eyes never even left his. He would never have guessed that there was ever something between her and Mike had he not known their history.

Samantha was so angry, she wanted to scream out and curse everyone for bowing down to the nobody girl she tried to get rid of. She was, however, smart enough to know that any reaction on her part would destroy her dream of becoming a Foster. The Fosters were like royals of Asherway. She desperately wanted to be one of them.

Not only that, she realised that Shane must be really into Lola. She was convinced that he was the reason that her brother ended up fired and arrested. She sneaked away from the Foster castle, the whole scene disgusting her. She vowed to secretly deal with Lola because there was no way that she was going to bow down to her when she became a Foster.

“No low-life girl would be higher in the Foster family rank than me,” she swore.

It was after everyone had kissed her feet that Lola realised that everyone was now standing in four different groups. The maids and other employees were all grouped together. She noticed that some of the Foster members from her workplace were scattered amongst the three groups.

She turned her eyes back to Shane when he began to speak.

“Before you are the members of the great Foster clan, great-great descendants of a Harpoon monarch of the east. Grandfather, Prince Shane Foster of Harpoon, the second born in his family, had fours sons.”

Lola’s jaw dropped. Everyone knew about the Harpoon monarch. His great-grand son was the current monarch ruler of that exotic country.

“On your right is the second born, Sir Henry and his descendants. He stands to inherit the title of being the head of this clan should I drop dead. Ten years ago, his first wife poisoned and killed my only sister. I cannot rule him and his sons out of the multiple attempts on my life,” Shane said while Sir Henry and his family casted their eyes down.

Lola frowned, her eyes taking in every member of Sir Henry’s family. If Shane was their stumbling block in the Foster hierarchy, their child would be too.

“The middle group is the third born, Sir James and his family. His eldest son tried to assassinate me five years ago. The youngest daughter poisoned my mother two years ago. It seems murder runs in the family,” Shane continued while Lola’s eyes widened, shocked at how calmly Shane was saying all these bizarre things. She recognised Becky and two others who were her colleagues at the company.

“On the left is the last born, Sir Mike and his family. Manipulation, deception and all sorts of conniving, runs in his family. They have not yet graduated to attempting to kill me or my mother.”

Lola looked at the group and noticed that Mike was amongst them. It seemed that he was named after his father and a deceptive brute like his family.

“Finally, my queen, the eldest son, my father. The late Sir Shane of the Foster clan, bore me and my late sister, Lady Lillian of the Foster clan. Mother and I are the only two remaining members of the family. You are the third. This is now your clan.”

Lola nervously glanced at Melisa before nodding. She finally understood her statement about the Foster vultures and why she needed her to have her back. She was starting to wonder if she had bitten more than she could chew when she agreed to marry Shane when he lifted her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his.

“I am telling you these things in their presence so that you know that I bear no grudges against them, nor do I have any loyalty to them, but the Foster name. As my wife, you shall trust none and take everything they say with a pinch of salt. No disrespect towards you shall be tolerated. You, my queen, hold the key to the future of this clan. That shall be protected by all means and force necessary,” he declared, reassuring her and sending shivers down everyone else’s spine. Shane hardly made threats, when he did, they were never empty. Every member of the clan he had proof that they tried to kill him and his mother, were dead and buried.

Lola nodded, getting lost in his eyes. She discovered that Shane could make her agree to anything when he looked at her like that.

“You have a very colourful family,” she declared when they were finally alone.

He chuckled and pulled her to him. “And you are very diplomatic. Colourful is too innocent of a word to use to describe my family.”

Lola’s breathing started picking up. He was too close. His proximity was evoking feelings and desired that scared her.

“Why do I get the feeling that you are afraid of your husband?” he asked, amused.

“Why do I get the feeling that you know the answer to that?” she directed his question back at him.

“What I think I know might not necessarily be the truth,” he skilfully responded.

“I will have to hear what you think you know, Sir Shane Foster,” she reiterated.

He pulled her even closer, his hands cupping her buttocks and making her gasp.

“Am I right to think that my enchanting wife is mesmerised by her husband?”

“We are strangers,” she murmured.

“Then why are you avoiding my eyes, wife? Why was our first union explosive? Why did your ex become insignificant? Why are your arms around my neck?”

Shane flooded her with questions.

“ Stop talking,” she instructed, his words scaring the living daylights out of her. She had just been burned and could not be stupid enough to open herself to another heartache.

He searched her eyes, reading through her. Lola was an open book to him.

“You are terrified of us,” he spoke out her fear.

“I am no…”

Her lips were covered with his before she could utter her denial. One swift move, she was whisked off her feet and carried to the biggest bedroom suite she had ever seen.

Shane kicked the door shut behind him before advancing towards the massive bed and laying her down on it.

Her heart hammered like a drum as she watched him unbutton his shirt and tossing it aside.

He chuckled when he noticed her biting her lower lip. His initial aim after their marriage was to claim her heart forever, not anymore . He now wanted more than that. He will have his wife so love drunk she would never again deny her feelings for him.

She let out a moan when he dropped his pants and underwear, giving her a full view of his sexy body and his gifted, proudly erect number.

Lola’s cheeks started burning with embarrassment when she could not peel her eyes from him.

“He is a stranger,” her brain screamed, but she still could not peel her eyes off him.

She momentarily closed her eyes before giving in to her desire.

Getting out of bed, she stripped off her clothes, no longer caring about the bruises that still covered her body. She had the bruises that morning when he told her that she was gorgeous.

Shane watched his wife turn tables on him. He was suddenly the one who could not peel his eyes off her.

He pulled her to him and ravaged her lips with a hunger and urgency he could not control. Lola followed his every move, surrendering her body and unknowingly, her soul to him.

Her nails sank on his back as her body trembled underneath him. Euphoria washing over her, but it was his manly groan and his body stiffening as he spilled his seeds inside her that pushed her further to an ecstatic feeling that found her screaming out his name.

She was still panting when their eyes met.

“Strangers or not, you, my dear, can’t deny this.”

“Was that your way of proving your point?” she asked with a defeated tone.

He innocently raised his eyebrows, pretending to not know what she was referring to.

“What point, my queen?”

“What you said.”

“I said a lot of things to you today,” he responded with a huge grin on his face. He found her very cute when frustrated.

“Shane,” Lola cried. He was acting naive while playing with her feelings.

“You can’t even say the words,” he pointed out, still amused.

“I am going to sleep now,” she announced while he laughed and pulled her to his chest to rest her head on him.