Page 44 of The Fighter who Needed Me
Reginald
London, England March 1813
He knew that Persephone was lying. Had from the start.
And he wanted to know why. He knew she was in love with another man and that grated on him.
She was meant to be his, and he had waited a long time to claim her.
She was a beauty, that much was clear, but there was more to her than just her tight little breasts and cunt.
Her stupid parents had no idea who she was really. What was left for her after she wed.
He did. He was raised to know about everything that happened around him, and when the family that lived next door to his house had lost two of the family, he had found out all he could about them. And their tiny daughter.
She had not died like most suspected she would, and no one had seen or heard of her until he had spotted her through the window. She was sitting in a wheeled chair and he knew she was beautiful.
Like her mother had been. He had offered for the mother long ago, knowing of her parents and their wealth, but had been turned away.
After hearing of their deaths, and that their lone daughter had survived after all, he had done research on the family before offering for her and Kitty and Bruce didn’t know about Charlotte’s extremely wealthy mother who had left all she had possessed in the hands of her first grandchild.
Whether it be a boy or a girl. And after Persephone’s mother Charlotte had gone into early labor after the news that her beloved Paul had passed away, she did not care about the fortune her daughter was set to receive.
But then she died in childbirth, her heart could not handle the strain of her husband’s sudden passing, and the will of her mother had been put away, never to be touched again.
That is until he had come on the scene. He had known Charlotte’s mother and had known of the stipulation in the will.
That the first-born grandchild would receive the inheritance, but after that child was old enough and was wed.
So, he offered for Persephone, and here he was. Really wanting the girl, and as an added bonus, because of the money she would bring him, he would be a wealthy man for the rest of his days.
He told Bruce and Kitty he would pay them for her hand, and had given them most of his fortune to prove he had the wealth they believed him to have, but he was going to end their lives the first night after he and Persephone were wed.
They lived in their own sick world, and he had been so apart from them, not wanting to get too involved in their lives, because he truly did not care about them at all.
He knew that they would have to stay wed and he didn’t want an heir running around, making life miserable for him, but knew he was getting on in age and needed one, so she would be fit to give him one.
Hopefully. She was pretty enough, but not like the women he was used to paying for.
He liked to hurt them, to make them bend to his will, and Persephone had not.
She was too headstrong and even though her parents had been fooled, but he was not.
He knew she could do a lot and that she was not sick like Kitty and Bruce had believed.
He wanted to see her broken to be the woman he needed at his side and he could not wait.
But first, he had to find out her secrets. He knew she had them, and he would let no one stand in his way to become one of the richest men in the empire.
He had come too far and had done too many things to make it here.
He would have his fortune and his biddable quiet wife to give him his heir.
He just needed to wait for her to slip up. And he knew it was bound to happen.
Her face gave away all her secrets, no matter how hard she tried to hide them.
