Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

Chapter 12

POV: *Damon*

The liquid gold in my glass slipped down my throat like butter. The smokey flavor was not my favorite of alcohols but whatever got the job done.

The ice cubes clinked in the glass as I sipped the whiskey while casually stretching across the sofa in my father’s house.

Ashton and our father were on the other couch arguing, which always put a delightful skip in my step. Anytime Ashton was getting yelled at, I was delighted.

“Four hundred dollars?” Our father, Dalton, snarled, throwing the bill on the table like it was trash. “For flower centerpieces?”

“Each.” Ashton groaned, rubbing his forehead from what was most likely a building headache. I grinned to myself around my glass.

“Are they made of gold?” Dad sneered. “She’s already $4,000 over budget!”

“I know, Father,” Ashton said in exasperation. “But what do you expect me to do? She won’t compromise.”

“She’s your fiancee,” Dad said and glared at him. “Make sure you put her in her place or else.”

I snorted at the very thought. Put Corinna in her place? The idea was absurd. Corinna didn’t listen to anyone, especially about spending money.

Both Ashton and our father looked at me with annoyed expressions.

“Why is he even here?” Ashton growled, hooking his thumb at me.

I sipped my whiskey before I replied, “I need to talk to Father. I’m just waiting my turn.”

“That’s right,” Dad nodded. “I just needed to speak with you about this matter first.”

He glared at the bill, getting up from his seat. “Fix this, Ashton, or you’ll be paying for the wedding.” Father turned to me. “I’ll meet you in my office shortly.”

I nodded, and he left, leaving me and Ashton alone.

It was a truly grave mistake on his part. But I was all too ready for the encounter coming my way. Ashton grit his teeth, rounding on me with a death glare that could curdle milk. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I assure you I don’t know what you mean,” I said casually, setting my empty glass on the table.

was red

back on the couch, simply glancing

there a problem with me marrying Adelaide?” I drawled, calmly. The calmer I was, the more irate Ashton

smirked as his temper rose, just

towering over me like he thought he could intimidate

chooses to marry any of your

cocky, Damon. I know what you’re planning” Ashton shouted.

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he could, he would’ve buried me six

me,” Ashton growled. “And she better not. think she can go to the press about our relationship.

paused, sending him a wary glance.

her sign that NDA,” Ashton ranted to himself, not even realizing what he was admitting to me. “This mess is all her

draw out as much information from him as I could. I knew his anger would make him

me, she was dumb enough

all snapped

face impassive, though I wanted to do more than be peaceful

now.

and she couldn’t say

weakness. I glanced at the glass he’d emptied five times so far.

the paperwork together, and I’d marry her. I needed to say something to buy me some time. Corinna’s clout, connections, and money will help my campaign. Adelaide’s cute, but she’s useless. I need someone

The reason he did everything. His

into the couch, pretending I wasn’t ready to smash everything in sight, including his face. The mere idea that Corinna compared to Adelaide in any way was laughable. Adelaide

are you telling me this? I already knew all of it,” I

you kept silent about everything.” Ashton spat. “Well, don’t think you can turn Adelaide against me. She’s too in

It took every ounce of self-control in my body not

was due. He had

Corinna, either. I

this conversation anymore. I got what I needed. Now, I just wanted

rid

how much she spent on useless crap. That’s why she didn’t stay with you, you’re useless

you say

mouth to retort, probably another insult, but my father’s assistant walked out of his office, saving me from listening to

young master,” Louis, our

be lying,” I told Ashton coldly

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to even glance back at him.