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.

Adelaide,” Ashton spat, getting to his feet. His face was red with rage, and I

the couch, simply glancing at him

drawled, calmly. The calmer I was, the

his temper rose, just as I knew

like he thought he could intimidate me. Foolish. brother. He should’ve learned by now.

whomever Addie chooses to marry any of your

know what you’re planning”

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he could, he would’ve buried me six

think she can go to the press about our relationship. That

sending him a wary

her sign that NDA,” Ashton ranted to himself, not even realizing what he was admitting to me. “This mess

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

relationship all over the press. Lucky for me, she was dumb enough to buy that excuse about marrying her. Maybe I would

all snapped into

my face impassive, though I wanted to do

now.

NDA so you could break up with her for Corinna, and she couldn’t say a thing? Clever,” I said, my

I glanced at the glass he’d emptied five times so

scoffed. “I told her I just needed to get the paperwork together, and I’d marry her. I needed to say something to buy me

reason he did

into the 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 laughable. Adelaide was so much more than

you telling me this? I already

about everything.” Ashton spat. “Well, don’t think you can turn

eye twitched. It took every ounce of self-control in

credit where it was due. He had

hooking up with Corinna, either. I know

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

rid of

me, “Maybe you knew all along 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

you say so.”

retort, probably another insult, but my father’s assistant walked out

now, young master,” Louis, our father’s long-term assistant,

be lying,” I told Ashton coldly as I got to my feet. I walked

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bothering to even glance back at him.