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

Chapter 38

“How could you do this!”

Dalton Steyn slammed his hands on his desk, rattling the pens as the contents spilled onto the wood and over the floor. He glowered at the son standing across from him.

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey still sitting out on the coffee table with the two other unfinished drinks. As I poured myself another drink, I listened to another round of shouting between father and son.

“For that last time, Father!” Ashton snapped, pacing back and forth in front of the expensive wooden desk, “The club had a strict no-reporter policy! Those reporters were trespassing!”

Translation: I didn’t know I would be caught. Nothing is ever my fault.

I snorted, downing my third glass of whiskey for the night.

“Regardless of the reporters or not, you have shamed this family!” Dalton yelled as he slammed his hand on a copy of this morning’s gossip tabloid. The pictures of Ashton and his mistress were everywhere, on the front page of practically every magazine.

I scrolled through my phone, every social media app had blown up with this piece of news. I had to admit I did enjoy how the Internet was raking him over the coals for this.

The meme they’d made was particularly hilarious..

Even more so because Ashton deserved every bit of hate he was receiving right now,

“The picture was taken out of context!” Ashton tried to explain. his face turning red from the hour-long shouting match I had to be here to witness. I knew he was seething at my presence, and it made me that much happier to know I was making him uncomfortable.

“You think you can weasel out of this with flimsy excuses?” our father growled, glaring at his son the way he would an enemy.

“This is everywhere! You’ve dragged our family name through the mud. Now, they’re questioning me. I can’t keep cleaning up your messes as I did before! Everyone has seen this! Now, the wedding has even been postponed!”

“I get it! I’ll talk to Corinna, and we’ll set another date,” Ashton crossed his arms, begrudgingly. “She’ll get over it! Trust me, she doesn’t even really care. Her only concern is how it’s making her look.”

“You think this is just about that mistress’s child?” Dalton said, darkly. “This goes so much further than that! The Hildebrands are trying to have your entire engagement nullified, and your grandfather is pestering me to agree!”

My head snapped up in interest at this piece of news. Ashton paled, staggering back on his feet.

“Grandfather is?” he murmured to himself as he collapsed onto the couch opposite of me. He grabbed his whiskey glass and downed it in one gulp.

accepted into the family. Unlike Dalton, whose

sent postcards from every vacation he

to this extreme, it was more serious than

have done my best to pacify him, but it is up to you to convince him that this.” Dalton grabbed the magazine, shaking it in the air

his hands clenched by his side. His nostrils

father. I apologize,”

hurt him to have to take

wasn’t a complete “sshole after

poured myself a fourth drink, pretty pleased with the way this had gone

he smoothed back his hair. “It’s time for you to shape up, or the only thing you’ll be winning is the dunce

rising as I set my untouched drink back onto the coffee table, turning to Dad with

automatically replied, but

shape up because his wedding was supposed to be today. He was supposed to be

eyes, and

ago. I thought

something left to be disappointed

they place the election over being a good father and husband? How was I related to them?

of contempt. Crossing his arms, he

his chance to insult me. He got to his feet, glaring at

no drive and no prospects to

you forever? I can

voices continued to get louder and louder until I could barely

stupid party

child with no future!”

the shame

suffered under Father’s thumb for so many years just to keep me in this family, but her efforts were a waste.

a part of this

me either it seemed. They’d both made that clear enough. I didn’t know why I even expected them to act like respectable humans. They were never going to be good

say a single word as the two kept screaming insults I

before

enough that they wouldn’t dare to hit me. They both knew they’d lose in a battle of fists with me.

you’re going. Damon? Get back here!” my father screamed, but I knew he wouldn’t bother chasing me