Bound to Billionaires

By: Chloe Lang


Sitting on the sofa, Megan Lunceford looked at the man being handcuffed by the FBI agents.

“Mrs. Lunceford, when did you first meet your husband?” The agent’s voice seemed far away and faint.

She was still getting used to being called “Mrs. Lunceford.” Kip had said he was thrilled when she agreed to take his name instead of keeping her maiden name. In truth, “Lunceford” was a slight improvement, if only slight, for her. She’d been so happy to say good-bye to “Ramsbottom,” which had been used against her by cruel classmates from elementary all the way up to high school. Right now, she would’ve loved to have it back.

“I met Kip thirty days ago,” she answered, hearing the flatness in her tone. “April first to be exact.”

The day of fools.

Appropriate. Really appropriate.

Kip’s eyes were wide, but he wore the same twisted grin on his face as the one on the day she’d married him.

“You were married in Vegas this past Saturday, correct?”

She nodded. Her entire body felt like lead. The agents had come into her home, the house her mother had left her. She needed her mother right now. Her mom would know what to do.

“How old are you, Mrs. Lunceford?”

“I turned twenty on February fourth, three months ago.” It had to have been the worst birthday in the history of mankind.

The image of her mother in the hospital bed, taking her last breath, floated to the front of her mind. Alone, she’d held her mom’s hand. Like her, her mother was an only child. No siblings. No husband. No one. They’d only had each other. Her mom had died just three months ago, and two months later, she’d met Kip, though it felt more like multiple eternities.

“Mrs. Lunceford?”

What would you think about your little girl now, Mom? I’ve really screwed up.

“Mrs. Lunceford?”

Kip had come to her at the lowest point in her life. Guys never noticed her, but he did. Her dull, grief-stricken days had been softened by his charisma. She’d fallen for his charm. What an idiot she’d been. Was he some kind of homicidal psycho?

“Mrs. Lunceford?”

Her head spun like a Texas tornado complete with every kind of mental debris imaginable. What did she really know about her husband? He claimed to be a software developer, but was that even true? Was anything he’d said to her true? Before tying the knot, he’d filled her ears with hundreds of compliments. Were they all lies, too? They must’ve been.

She looked down at her breasts and hips, which were too big for her frame. On their honeymoon, Kip had shown another side of himself to her—a side that didn’t see her as beautiful. His other side, the charming Kip, was a goddamn liar.

“Are you okay, Mrs. Lunceford? Do you need a glass of water?”

The insanity of what was going on around her, the gloved strangers rifling through her things—her mother’s things—filled her with panic. She watched Kip be led out the door by two agents. Where were they taking him? Away. That was one good thing about this entire mess.

With her husband gone, she turned her attention to the commotion in the house. The lawmen were loading up boxes and boxes with her belongings. Nothing was safe from them. Even the furniture was being removed to the front lawn. What would her mother’s longtime neighbors be thinking about all this?

“Are your men going to take everything I own, Agent Crow?” She looked the man directly in the eyes.

He didn’t answer.

A female agent, wearing navy slacks and blazer, walked through the door and took a seat in the chair opposite Megan. Her straight, dark hair was cut short at chin length. “Agent Crow, I’ve got this. Thank you.”

He nodded and headed to the kitchen where Megan could hear pots and pans being pulled out of the cabinets.

“The rest of you.” The woman’s voice was raised. “Give me the room.”

The men emptied into the other parts of the house. Megan’s trepidation muted ever so slightly. It was the first sliver of quiet she’d had since the front door had been busted open by the FBI. She thought about thanking the woman for the gesture but didn’t. The female agent looked grim and serious, so Megan kept her mouth shut.

“Let me introduce myself, Mrs. Lunceford.” Unsmiling, the woman held out her hand. Megan shook it. “I’m Special Agent Brown. I’m the field lead on this case.”

“Do I need an attorney, Agent?” She looked Brown directly in the eyes, fearing what her answer would be.

“Yes, but there’s plenty of time for you to call your lawyer after we take you downtown.” Brown took out a notepad and wrote something on its pages. “I’ll have Agent Crow take you, Mrs. Lunceford.”

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