Page 103 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

It seemed to hold a hint of something…out of the ordinary.

“You don’t seem to look too fine.” The end of her lips tugged as she reached my desk. “Why? You miss her?”

My fist clenched. There was nothing caring about her tone.

She continued. “You know it’s sad that sometimes the people we love the most betray us. It’s not every day our fiancés strike a deal with a top media house.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I instantly shot up, my chest heaving as her smirk grew wider.

She stared at me for a moment before her head tipped back to release a laugh, a sinister laugh that pricked my guts.

“It was all easier than I expected… she was too naive for a lawyer.”

Dread crept through my veins as I slowly pieced the information.

“You see, when I heard that you had a fiancée, it was odd. The Damien I knew shut everyone out seven years ago,” she traced the long end of her sharp nails on the edge of the chair. “The Damien I knew shut his family out.”

“…so, I instantly knew something was wrong. But I didn’t know what.” Her voice reduced to an eery whisper. “The only way to know was through her. So, I began my plan.”

“All it took was a facade of a cheery person to get through to her naïveté,” my breath thickened as I watched her sit. “When I discovered the engagement was fake, I knew I’d found the perfect opportunity… the one I’d waited for so long.”

“There are only a few things that can make a billionaire fake an engagement. I had many thoughts. But settled for the one that tugged at my mind most. A business deal.” She continued.

“Now, the business deal was none of my business. No, not when I figured the engagement was obviously something you didn’t want to be leaked.”

Slowly, anger began to displace dread as I watched the maliciousness in her eyes.

“I could have leaked the information myself. Gone straight to the media, but where’s the fun in that,” she scoffed, clenching her fists on the table. “Where’s the revenge in that?”

Revenge? My breathing grew harder with each revelation.

“You took something very dear to me seven years ago. You took the only one I’d ever truly loved.”

Bullshit!It was all bullshit. I didn’t take anything from anybody.

Anger clouded my vision as I rose from my seat, arrowing a vehement finger at her. “I swear to God, Sarah-”

“Uh, uh, uh,” she banged her fist against the table, disdain seeping through every syllable.

“Seven years ago, our parents’ company plunged into insolvency. They desperately needed help, but you shut them out. Even though you had the capacity…”

Instantly I was plunged down memory lane, flowing through memories I’d rather have buried.

“You have no right to use tha--”

“Oh yes, I have, Damien,” she rose from her seat. “I have every right to use that against you. They needed help and you could have done something. You could have given them some money. Orchestrated some sort of collaboration. You could have tried. But you didn’t.

I ended up being the pawn. I was collateral damage. For the purpose of an alliance, I was married off to a goddamn stranger. To the only person they could turn to!”

“Fuck it Sarah, I was grieving! I had lost a child!”

“And I was hurting. I needed you!”

Her shoulders sagged. And her breaths turned ragged. “I was taken away from the love of my life because of an alliance that could have been avoided. I was forced to forego my one true love because of your nonchalance,” she seethed.

Seven years ago, I made many mistakes. But this wasn’t one of them. Refusal to help my parent’s startup tech company wasn’t.

“It wasn’t nonchalance,” I gritted. “It was their business and they needed to know how to hold their own. They were reckless with their finances; even if I’d rendered any help the insolvency would have happened again. They fucking needed to figure it out themselves.”

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