Page 80 of Revenge (Corrupt Empire 3)

“They were pissing me off,” Avery said, leaning into my side.

I kissed the top of her head. She looked up at me.

“You’re not mad, right?”

I shook my head, wrapping an arm around her.

“You know they’re going to go digging to find out who you are.”

“I know, princess. It doesn’t matter. We’re not hiding in the shadows any longer.”

“Chuck won’t be happy,” John said.

“Fuck Chuck. Whatever he says, we’ll deal with it.”

We all stepped out of the lift together, making a beeline for Avery’s office. She waved a hand at Saskia, indicating she come with us. The blonde haired girl got up from her desk and followed along behind us. Avery shut the door when we all piled in. Saskia fidgeted nervously, looking between the three of us.

“I know you sort of met yesterday,” Avery said. “But this is my husband, Aiden. Going forward, I wish to be known as Mrs Lockhart. Please make sure to send a memo to the staff.”

Saskia bobbed her head. Fuck. I didn’t often hear her refer to herself as that and it made my heartrate spike. Mine. My wife.

“Yes, of course, Mrs Lockhart. Um… it’s nice to meet you.”

I nodded at her.

“If you can make tea for all three of us, I’d be grateful and also we’re going to have lunch in the conference room about oneish if you can set that up too.”

“Of course, I’ll see to it now.”

Saskia walked out of the room, leaving the three of us alone. John and I got settled by the sofas whilst Avery sat at her desk.

A few minutes later, she let out a squeak of surprise. I looked up, frowning.

“What’s wrong?”

She looked over at me, eyes wide.

“They didn’t beat around the bush. Listen to this… ‘The heiress herself confirms rumours. The twenty one year old owner of Daniels Holdings announced in front of her building today she is a married woman. The mystery man himself was stood beside her as she spoke to the press. Who is this man? Nobody knows. Avery refused to tell us his name, but she did let us know she has a new one.’Who wants to bet how long it takes my uncle to storm in here?”

And as if he knew we were talking about him, her office door was flung open and Chuck strode in.

“What the actual fuck did you do?”

“Good morning Uncle Charlie.

“Don’t you good morning me, Avery. You have some explaining to do.”

He stopped, catching sight of me and John. Avery got up from her desk and walked over to him, putting a hand on his arm.

“Come on and sit down, you look like you’re about to keel over.”

He scowled, batting her hand away.

“Firstly, why on earth were you at the Ritz last night and secondly, what the fuck do you think you’re doing telling the press you and Aiden are married?”

She sighed, rubbing one of her arms.

“Rick wanted to have dinner with us. And I told the press because it’s the truth. Do you want proof or something?”

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