Becoming Strangers Again by Lily

Chapter 95

RYAN

My lawyer finally drafted the prenuptial agreement along with the terms to be followed during our marriage. I instructed my secretary to call Stephanie and inform her to show up at my office by 1 pm. She arrived promptly at 12:30, thirty minutes before the appointed time, confidently striding into my office as if she owned the place. Taking a seat on the sofa, she crossed her legs and looked at me expectantly.

Weng like that?"

"Was it really necessary to treat Weng like that?" she asked casually, catching me off guard.

I turned my head to face her slowly. "Next time, if you feel like being all over the internet, leave my name out of it," I replied tersely, making my stance clear.

She chuckled, seemingly amused by my irritation. "What's wrong with announcing the fact that we're getting married to the public? she pressed. "When we got back together in the past, it was announced to the public. When we got engaged, it was announced to the public. When we broke up, it was announced to the public. So what's wrong with announcing to the public that we're about to get married?"

"Do not associate my name with yours in public, or every blogger will face the same fate as Weng, I warned sternly, not willing to entertain any arguments.

Rolling her eyes, she retrieved a brown envelope from her bag and walked over to my desk to place it down. "You don't have control over all bloggers, Ryan. You don't sponsor them all she retorted defiantly. "But I definitely know someone who knows someone who does sponsor them. You better not test my patience," I shot back, making it clear that I meant business.

Glancing down at the envelope, I reluctantly picked it up, my eyebrows furrowing in disbelief as I read the heading of the document. "Your rules for our marriage?" I asked incredulously, thy voice laced with skepticism. I couldn't help but throw my

head back in a humorless laugh because, truth be told, there was nothing amusing about this situation. "What makes you think you have the right to do that?"

Instead of returning to her position on the sofa, she confidently occupied the single chair facing me, crossing her legs with a hint of defiance. There's a copy of the CCTV footage in that envelope. After watching it, maybe you'll understand why I have you by the balls," she retorted.

Digging my hand into the envelope, I retrieved the flash drive and inserted it into my laptop, expecting to see the contents appear on the screen. However, to my dismay, nothing showed up. "Are you serious right now?" I questioned, my frustration mounting with each passing moment

She smiled knowingly, her expression hinting at the satisfaction of holding the upper hand. "That's the point, Ryan. You'll be left to speculate about what might be in that video, she explained, her voice laced with amusement and defiance. Leaning forward, she added, "Since you're not going to give me the satisfaction of your love and respect, I'm not going to give your the satisfaction of finding out what's in that video"

Her words stoked the flames of my anger, and 1 fixated my deadly glare on her, picturing various ways to make her regret her actions. "You're going to regret this, I growled, my voice dripping with menace,

anger.

seemed to intensify at my threat. "Well, I'm going to enjoy it while

allowed to have an affair? I asked incredulously, a chuckle escaping me at the absurdity of the clause. "You expect me to be

wife who is more than willing

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disrespect Lily by making her a misterss. Don't let this clause stop you from being with

don't mind me deeping with other men

gaze head-on. I could come back home and find you with another man on my sofs and proceed to make dinner for

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she spat, her anger

chuckled mockingly, unfazed by her

of amusement. "You want more than half of my property if we divorce on the grounds of me having an affair?" I chuckled again, incredulous. "I need to keep you in check," she argued

video is keeping me in check." I countered firmly. "No matter how I think. about it, Steph,

"Are

you insane?" she shot back, her tone tinged with

basis for divorce. But seeing that you've established one, with the repercussion being the division of my properties, I'm inclined to think that's what

us. "You can think whatever you want," she retorted coolly. "If you don't cheat, I won't have

next question. "And what are my grounds for divorce?" I inquired. It seemed the only way out of this blackmail was through more blackmail. She shrugged nonchalantly. "I guess you're stuck with me for life, she stated matter-of-factly, a hint of satisfaction evident in her

intercom buzzed, signaling the arrival of my lawyer. Instructing my secretary to let

Greystone entered the room, offering a polite greeting to Stephanie, who blatantly ignored him. Undeterred, he took a seat next to her and placed the drafted agreement in front of her, "Pass

across the table, her eyes scanning the clauses

Party A and B will sleep in different rooms, and Party B has no

seen in

any reason.

Not to be nosy in the affairs of

Party B is left with no entitlement to the properties