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.

face was red with rage, and I

on the couch, simply

marrying Adelaide?” I drawled, calmly. The calmer I was, the

temper rose, just

he could

marry any

Damon. I know

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watching how his anger grew. If he could, he would’ve buried me six feet under by now. But he

“And she better not. think she can go to the press about our relationship. That will not

sending him a wary glance.

her sign that NDA,” Ashton ranted to himself, not even realizing

cautiously. I tried to draw out as much information from him as I could. I knew his anger would make him speak

I couldn’t have her spilling our relationship all over the press. Lucky for me, she was dumb enough to buy that excuse about marrying her. Maybe I would

all snapped

my face impassive, though I wanted to

now.

she couldn’t say a thing?

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

to say something to buy me some time. Corinna’s clout, connections, and money will help my

he did everything.

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

this? I already knew all of

why you kept silent about everything.” Ashton spat. “Well, don’t think you can turn Adelaide against

self-control in my body not to hit him

where it was due. He had a

Corinna, either. I know you

conversation anymore. I got what I needed.

rid of

on useless crap. That’s why she didn’t

say

another insult, but my father’s assistant walked out of

you see now, young master,” Louis, our father’s

a pleasant chat, but I’d be lying,” I told Ashton coldly as I got to

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even glance back