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.

been accepted into the family. Unlike Dalton, whose personality was like a tyrant who’d spent fifty

postcards from every vacation he

extreme, it was more serious than I

but it is up to you to convince him that this.” Dalton grabbed the magazine, shaking

his head, his hands clenched by his

apologize,” he

it hurt him to have to take responsibility for once. Normally, he’d argue for another two hours that it had to be my fault somehow.

he wasn’t a complete

myself a fourth drink, pretty pleased with the way this had gone until my father opened his arrogant mouth.

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

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

Ashton automatically replied,

be getting married today. Perhaps

with wide eyes, and Father narrowed

by my father and brother a long time ago. I thought

there was still something left to be

being a good father and husband? How

sneered, his voice full of contempt. Crossing his arms, he continued, “You’re worse than

silent permission from our father, Ashton leaped on his chance to insult me. He

You’re nothing! Just a nobody with no drive and no prospects to your name!”

forever? I can cut you off at any time!”

continued to get louder and louder until I could

stupid party

child with no

the shame of

under Father’s thumb for so

to be a part of this family.

both made that clear enough. I didn’t know why I even expected them to act like respectable

bothering to say goodbye. I didn’t say a single word as the

before from

wouldn’t dare to hit me. They both knew they’d

think you’re going. Damon? Get back here!” my