Page 11 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

I wanted to agree because maybe I could finally get what I deserved, but I couldn't marry Lucas. Even if he was sorry, it didn't make up for years of bullying, all the heartache, and worry it caused me.

"As lovely as that sounds, I can't. I can't marry you, Lucas." As sappy as it sounded, I still wanted to fall in love, and I couldn't do that with a husband attached to me.

"Then fake marriage," he offered.

I rolled my eyes. "No, one will believe that."

"Won't they?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me. "I can be very convincing." My mind traveled back to that night in the restaurant and how he kissed that girl. I saw the way his hand traveled down her front under her dress. He was making a loud and clear statement: He didn't want me.

I shook my head. "Everyone knows what you thought about me."

He nodded. "Yeah, and they only see me maybe twice a year."

He had a point there. He only came down a few times, not on holidays. His folks traveled up to him, so the pack didn't see him or know much about his life.

"There are still so many other questions that would come up."

Lucas frowned. "Gina, if you want this, and I mean, if you really want this house, nothing is going to stop you. You can think of a story, you can stitch up whatever tale you want, and I'll go with it if it gets you this place. But I'm not offering this again if you say no now."

My throat felt dry. Was I really considering this? Fake marrying Lucas to get the house?

"Why? Why are you offering this? What's in it for you?" I asked, unable to see what he would get. He had to want something.

He remained silent for a moment before he frowned. "Maybe I want to make up for my past."

I shook my head. "No, it won't work. Even if it's fake, I would still need documents and a marriage license. Chris would need actual proof that we are married."

"Then we get a divorce," he stated. "The marriage can be as fake as you want it. Just real on paper."

I swallowed, knowing the idea was crazy and that it wouldn't work. But what if it did? What if I could get Chris to believe it? Even if he didn't, if I had a marriage license, he couldn't legally deny me the house. It would be proof; after everything settled down, Lucas and I could just go our separate ways.

It was crazy, but it was the only idea. It was the only way for me to get this house.

"So?" Lucas asked, crossing his arms. "What will it be?"

I looked Lucas up and down, taking in his large frame. He looked a lot like I remembered but different somehow. He still had his black hair, which he kept to the same length and style. His green eyes used to always look so menacing, but right now, they just looked at me patiently, almost calmly.

Lucas was still much taller than me. Everyone was since I was only five feet tall, and I knew he was at least six. Yet, as tall as he was, he wasn't making me feel off like he used to. If anything, I felt like I had someone on my side, which scared me even more.

"Fine," I said, "but we will need to have a story and everything figured out before Chris comes."

"Fine with me," he said.

I pulled myself up. "We can talk about this more tomorrow then. Until then, I'm going to speak to your boss."

I arrived at the hotel and threw myself onto the bed. I stared at the ceiling, my heartbeat ringing in my ears. I felt like my mind was going a mile an hour. Had I agreed to marry Lucas? Fake or not, it was real. The legal part would have to be for me to get the house.

I sat up and frowned, realizing he would see things like the money in my savings account and the funds I had set up for myself. While I wasn't broke by any means, I didn't need everyone to know what I made. And Lucas would likely have to see those things. Wouldn't he?

"Shit," I was suddenly rethinking it all over again. If we got married and divorced, would he want half of everything? Would he have a right to it?

I chewed on my cheek, suddenly wondering if we needed to sign a prenup or an agreement. I'd worked too hard for this to blow back up at me.

My phone started to ring, and I rolled over, grabbing it and feeling my stomach dip in another way. It was Chris.

I swallowed, wanting to ignore it, but I couldn't. They said they would call him about the fire since he was legally the person in control of it.

I clicked answer, and right away, Chris snapped. "What the hell are you doing?! Are you trying to fucking burn the house down?"

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