Page 147 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
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Sin
My wife stiffens.
Ahead of her, the man who was responsible for destroying my childhood stares past her at me. He looks confused.
"The deal was you'd keep me and my family safe and share enough business interests for me to redeem myself on my home turf."
I tilt my head.
"You didn't invite me to attend the wedding because my daughter wanted me here?"
I make a twirling motion with my fingers. "Go on."
"You want something more from me?"
I bare my teeth.
He swallows, "Either way, you don't intend to stick to your word?"
I widen my stance. "Now what makes you say that, hmm?"
Adam looks at my wife, then back at me, "She's innocent." Sweat beads his forehead.
"That’s what I told the men who kidnapped me."
"Kidnapped?" Summer angles her body to face me. "What are you talking about?"
"Ask your father."
She steps away, putting distance between herself and the both of us. Anger slices my gut.
Of course, she is wary of me.
She has the right to be, given how I had taken her in my office yesterday, and then I couldn’t keep my hands off her body. She is singlehandedly, the biggest distraction in my life right now, and I would do well to be done with her and this sham of a marriage.
I’d hoped for time with her, hadn’t reckoned things would come to a head so soon. What-fucking-ever. I can work with the cards I’ve been dealt. So what if I told him I’d protect them? I don’t owe him, or her, anything.
"Dad?"
Adam glances down at his daughter. "I haven’t heard you call me that since—"
"Since you abandoned us."
He winces. "I’ve already explained to you, Summer—"
"Stop." She cuts the air with her hand. "I don’t want to hear your excuses." She jerks her chin toward me without looking at me, "Tell me what he’s referring to, will you?"
"I... I'm not sure." Adam looks between us.
"Bull-fucking-shit." I explode. Adam's shoulders hunch. My wife winces, but doesn't take her gaze off of his face.
"Tell her." I gesture toward the older man.
He blinks rapidly, then peruses my features. "Who... who are you... really?"
"Haven't you guessed yet?"
