Claimed By The Husband's Ruthless Uncle

frozen on the edge of the massive four-poster bed. The cold silk sheets seeped through the layers of her elaborate white wedding gown, chilling her skin. Sh

ainst her ribs. Diana scrambled to her feet, her finger

as undeniably handsome, but his lips were twisted into a cruel, mocking

perfume rolled off him and hit Diana in the face. The scent

ed over her, moving from the diamond tiara in her hair down to her satin

ce was flat and entirely devoid of warmth. "Janessa

ne to straighten, digging her nails into her palms to keep her hands from shaking. She

pocket of his tailored suit jacket and pulled out a leather chec

book with a loud rip, and tossed it onto the glass surfa

t looking at her. "For your trouble. Do not exp

ed up. The bile rose in her stomach. It felt as though her di

oney." Diana said, her v

please. Every Atkins is. Your father sold yo

walked toward the door. He did

r tight throat. "Our marriage. Atkins I

ad. The amusement was gone from his fac

said. "This marriage is a contract to satisfy

. "As for our marriage, you will play the part of Mrs. Maxwell i

care. He turned around, walked out, and pulled the heavy door

. She walked slowly to the vanity table and picked up the check. Her knuckles

s makeup and a dress that cost more than a house, but her eyes were hollow. S

y and collapsed onto the thick carpet. The white fabri

led over and grabbed it. A text message from

hly? When will the Maxwe

oldness seeped into her bones. She dropped

ff her body, leaving it in a heap on the floor. She pulled on her old, faded cotton pajamas f

he high iron gates in the distance looked like the bars of a cage. She was trapped in a gilded prison. From

an sat in a leather chair. The room was dark, illuminated only by the glow of a l

tapping a slow, rhythmic beat against the wood. He watched her with the cold, calculating