Sold To The Billionaire: His First Love Still Owns Him

Synopsis

Nora Evans's husband, Lucas Jameson, had never let go of his first love, Claire Quinn. The Jameson family had refused to accept Claire, insisting she wasn't the right match for Lucas. Instead, they searched high and low until they found Nora, someone they deemed more suitable, and pushed her onto Lucas as his wife. On Christmas Day, Nora brought Lucas along to her parents' house for a holiday dinner. The family had barely settled around the dining table, their coffee still untouched, when Lucas's phone rang. The name "Claire" flashed across the screen. The sight of it sent a sharp sting through Nora's chest. Lucas answered almost instantly. The urgency in his voice carried a tenderness Nora had never once heard directed at her. Lucas spoke into the phone, his tone soft with concern. "Hey, what's wrong?" On the other end, Claire's voice came through in broken, hysterical sobs. "Lucas, my dad found out I've still been talking to you. He called me a shameless homewrecker and said I've disgraced the whole family. He's threatening to kill me. Please, you have to come get me. Please!" Lucas shot to his feet, grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair, and headed for the door. Nora's father, Mason, slammed his hand down on the table. He stood and stepped directly in front of Lucas, his chest heaving with fury. Mason's voice shook with anger. "Where the hell do you think you're going? It's Christmas. You're here visiting your wife's family, and one phone call from that woman is all it takes for you to walk out?" His face reddened as he pressed on. "You and that homewrecker, carrying on right out in the open. What does my daughter mean to you? Do we even exist in your eyes?" Lucas stopped in his tracks. The urgency drained from his face, replaced by open contempt. He let out a cold scoff, not bothering to hide his disdain. "What does your daughter mean to me?" He sneered, "She's the one you people sold to the Jamesons, remember? You took our money. You rode our coattails. So I'll treat her however I damn well please."