Worth Any Price by Lisa Kleypas

Sophia and I knocked about the village for a while, until she was finally taken in by a distant cousin. But I had become a hellion, and the cousin was understandably reluctant to take me under her roof. So I ran off to London, and became a footpad, until I was imprisoned for my crimes. When another boy died in prison, I took his name so that I could gain early release.”
    “He must have been the real Nick Gentry, then,” Lottie said.
    “Yes.”
    “And you took his identity and let everyone believe that you had died?”
    A defiant gleam entered his eyes. “He had no more use for the name.”
    “But certainly later you must have thought about reclaiming your true name…your rightful position in society…”
    “I have exactly the position in society that I want. And Nick Gentry has become my name more than it ever was his. I intend to let Sydney rest in peace.” He smiled sardonically. “Sorry for the loss of prestige, but you’re going to be known as Mrs. Nick Gentry, and no one save my sister and her husband will be aware of the truth. Do you understand?”
    Lottie nodded with a puzzled frown. “I don’t care about a loss of prestige. If I did, I would have married Lord Radnor.”
    “You don’t mind being the wife of a commoner, then,” Gentry said, watching her intently. “One with limited means.”
    “I am used to living in humble circumstances. My family is of good blood, but as I mentioned once before, we are poor.”
    Gentry studied the polished tips of his boots. “Lord Radnor was a damned stingy benefactor, if the condition of Howard House is anything to judge by.”
    Lottie inhaled swiftly. “You’ve been to my family’s home?”
    He glanced into her wide eyes. “Yes, I visited your parents to question them. They knew that I was searching for you.”
    “Oh,” Lottie said in dismay. Of course her parents would have cooperated with the investigation. They had been aware that Lord Radnor wanted to find her, and as always, they had acceded to his wishes. The news should not have come as a surprise. And yet she could not help feeling betrayed. Had they taken even one moment to consider her interests, rather than Radnor’s? Her throat tightened, and she could not seem to swallow properly.
    “They answered every question in detail,” Gentry continued. “I’ve seen the dolls you once played with, the storybook you drew in…I even know the size of your shoes.”
    Filled with terrible vulnerability, Lottie wrapped her arms around herself. “It seems odd that you have seen my family, when I have been away from them for two years. H-how are my sisters and my brothers? How is Ellie?”
    “The sixteen-year-old? Quiet. Pretty. In good health, it seems.”
    “Sixteen,” Lottie murmured, unsettled by the realization that her siblings had grown older, just as she had. They had all changed during the time they had been apart. Her head ached suddenly, and she rubbed her forehead. “When my parents spoke of me, did they seem to…”
    “What?”
    “Do they hate me?” she asked distractedly. “I’ve so often wondered…”
    “No, they don’t hate you.” His voice became oddly gentle. “They’re concerned for their own hides, of course, and they seem to entertain a sincere belief that you would benefit from a marriage to Radnor.”
    “They’ve never understood what he is really like.”
    “They don’t want to. They’ve profited far more by deceiving themselves.”
    Lottie was tempted to rebuke him even though she had thought the same thing a thousand times before. “They needed Lord Radnor’s money,” she said dully. “They have expensive tastes.”
    “Is that how your father lost the family fortune? By living outside his means?”
    “I don’t believe there was much of a fortune to begin with. But my parents certainly spent whatever was available. I remember that when I was a child, we had the best of everything. And then when the money was gone, we nearly starved. Until Lord Radnor