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 with rage, and I did

couch, simply

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

his temper rose, just

he could intimidate me. Foolish. brother. He should’ve learned

whomever Addie chooses to marry any of

act cocky, Damon. I know what you’re

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anger grew. If he could, he would’ve buried me six feet under by now. But he knew he couldn’t

Adelaide better not interfere with Corinna and me,” Ashton growled. “And she better not. think she can

sending him

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

I tried to draw out as much information from him as I

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.

snapped into place.

keeping my face impassive, though I wanted to do more than be

now.

up with her for Corinna, and she couldn’t say

have one weakness. I glanced at the

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 to support my

was. The reason he did everything. His stupid

idea that Corinna compared to Adelaide in any way was laughable. Adelaide was so much more than

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

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

eye twitched. It took every ounce of self-control in my body not to hit him at

credit where it was due. He

don’t think about hooking up with Corinna, either. I know you two used to be together,” Ashton growled.

about this conversation anymore. I got what I needed. Now,

be rid

how much she spent on useless crap. That’s why she didn’t stay with you, you’re useless trash. Everything you have is given to you by the family.

you say so.”

another insult, but my father’s assistant walked out of his office, saving me from listening to any more of Ashton’s drunken rant.

Steyn will you see now, young master,” Louis, our father’s long-term assistant, said.

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

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even glance