Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 47

He held my hand the entire way to Greenwich, and let go only to shift his grip to help me leave the car in front of the modern version of the medieval fortress–the Wintons‘ mansion. 

“I‘m nervous... I don‘t know what to say to them. They will ask about us, right?” I squeezed Aren‘s hand, hoping for the last words of comfort. 

“Tell the truth.” He smirked. “It‘s the best way to hide any lie. The more truth they hear, the lower they‘ll lower their guards.” 

We walked inside, greeted by the servant ladies at the door, before meeting with Augustus Winton, Aren‘s father, and Vanessa. I inwardly sighed in relief when I noticed there was no Callan around. Nonetheless, I merely expected him to show up later. All the men were dressed in well–tailored black tuxedos, while Vanessa was wearing a slightly shimmering white–silver gown. The view made me wonder if it was a family dinner or a show of wealth and power. There were no hugs and kisses but brief, polite nods, and half–smiles while greeting us, which made me feel more like I was about to enter a business meeting. 

“So, Cora, how did you and Aren meet?” Vanessa asked as soon as we sat down at the table. 

“We met in a café in Midtown Manhattan,” I replied, before taking a sip of wine. 

She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Really? Were you working somewhere nearby?” 

I chuckled and glanced at Aren before answering, “I worked at that café.” “What?!” Vanessa exclaimed, her tone mixing disbelief and disdain. 

Aren glared at his stepmother and gently placed his hand on top of mine “I saw her there and wanted to make her mine. I couldn‘t care less what kind of job she does,” he said curtly 

Aren‘s father interrupted, clearing his throat. “And do you still work at that cafe, Coral” 

“No, I actually started working for Lan Diamond Corporation,” I claimed proudly, 

the threshold of the dining room. As I turned toward the source, I saw Callan entering the room and taking the seat right

news, Cora? You‘ve always wanted to work for a big company, but I‘ve never expected you to fuck my brother just to achieve that.” Callan‘s venomous words brought

fists, and I noticed that I wasn‘t the only one. Aren straightened up in his seat, looking like a predator one second before an

shifting between him and Aren. “Apologize to your brother‘s fiancée at once!”

Vanessa, and Aren‘s father looked at

indiscreetly

in anger, but he quickly turned it into a

to insult my Cora, nothing will save you“-he glanced disdainfully at the old man–“not even a poorly played outrage that forced you to say this half–assed apology.” “Callan and Aren, stop this fight. This was supposed to be a family dinner.” James Winton made a frown as if the murderous look in his sons‘ eyes stood

eyes to me. “And how do you know my

I studied at Oxford, Mom,” Callan replied before I could. “Of course,

left my son... for Aren?” Vanessa‘s voice became as venomous as

Cora properly. But perhaps I should thank him. If it wasn‘t for him being a sickening bastard, I wouldn‘t have this amazing gem by my side.” Aren smirked. Callan punched the table with

If you cannot behave like a

care less about the meaning of Callan‘s words. He

a disadvantage when talking with Aren

Callan fumed, getting up from his seat and heading toward

we were there, but I didn‘t think that was possible Vanessa seemned clearly displeased with Augustus scolding her son. I noticed her prodding James‘s shoulder, hoping that he would speak for their son, but James stayed silent. I could see the disapproval on his face, yet he didn‘t dare stand up to the old man. Augustus Winton was the head of the family, the one in charge of everything and every member of his family... except for Aren. It must have been really pissing him off that he needed to suck up to his grandson to get

kicked out Aren themselves, and then they blamed

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