Being Third Wheel In My Own Marriage

“Yes, Mr. Moore,” The driver pushes his thin glasses up with two fingers, answering with a flat, swift tone, “That’s Catherine Quinn, her father is Quinn Corp’s former director. The one that died in the car crash this month.”“So that’s the famous Queen C?” Damian Moore curves his lips slightly. His posture relaxed, all but those sharp eyes. They are nailing on the girl, like a predator spotting the perfect prey.“Hero in the hour of need is good timing for making an acquaintance,” The driver observes his boss’s look carefully.“Acquaintance?” With a smirk, Damian mumbles, narrowing his eyes dangerously, “How about take into possession?”“Sir?!” The driver raises his eyebrows in shock. Even when facing an odd order like pulling over in the middle of nowhere, the driver maintained his straight face.Damian meets the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror. An evil smirk crawls onto his face.“The old man says he wants a daughter-in-law, then he threw Ava out of his house because she is il

Ever since the “Ava incident”, Damian’s marriage has been a taboo topic in the family.“As parents, we see women around you in different lights,” Daisy says with a cautious tone, “he is just looking out for you.”“He didn’t need to call her a bastard,” Damian says with a smiley tone, but his eyes get colder.“That’s not what he said,” Daisy sighs, “He was saying that she was brought back to the Knight family when she was older, and that makes a difference. I’m not judging her life at the orphanage, but if she acts like one, then I will call as I see, too.”Damian’s lips curve into a cold, evil smirk in the dark room: “So even if an orphan, so long as she grew up in a rich family, then she’s okay to marry?”“Damian...” Daisy sighs.“Hey, mom, can you hear that?” Damian smirks again, his tone light as if the darkness in his eyes a moment ago was never there.“Hear what?”“The sound of the shower stopped,” Damian says mischievously, “if you want, I can take this one home?”“...Damian!” D

“I can sweeten the deal,” Catherine strokes her hair to the back of her ear, locking the fear of dealing with a devil deep into her heart, “you take care of my mom’s bill, and I will be at your call, for as long as you want.”“Sweeten the deal...” The man tastes her words slowly on his tongue,“So, to you, being a call girl is better than taking the title of Mrs. Moore?”Coldness shades his voice at the insulting.“Better, for YOU,” Catherine’s eyes sparkle with mischieving, “you get all the fun and none of the responsibility. Isn’t that sweeter?”“Sex is ALL the fun in a marriage?” Damian pulls the girl’s face close to his in a rather rough move.He is too good a predator to miss the well-hidden fear in her watery eyes. But then, restiveness covers the fear altogether--“Why? Is Mr. Moore’s love also on the table?”The man narrows his eyes dangerously. The grin on his face widens, but a shade of evilness infests.“Not too many dares to be this bold in front of me. So I guess conversat

The secretary took good care of Catherine, dropped her at the hospital, and even offered to accompany Catherine, but Catherine refused. She doesn’t want to spoil Damian’s hospitality--Anything she takes from him is a debt she might not be able to afford.Then she regretted after only five minutes--Seeing two guards in black suits at her mom’s ward, Catherine’s stomach drops as she dashes forward.“Miss Catherine! Thank God you are here...” Victoria exclaims when she sees Catherine, worried into tears.There is one man in the room, and his presence nervous Victoria so much that she doesn’t even know where to put her hands.Victoria has been Catherine’s nanny since forever. Though Catherine couldn’t afford to hire her now, Victoria insisted on staying to help for free. She is the only one who has been helping Catherine ever since Catherine lost everything in the car accident of her parents.“It’s okay, Victoria,” Catherine takes her hands and gives her a reassuring grip, “Uncle Jacob

Initially shocked, Damian understands her move instantly, and then a smirk crawls onto his lips slowly.“What the hell?!” Annie slaps the table angrily. Then when the whole table snaps out of the shock, they burst into laughter, pointing at Catherine’s drenched funny look.A winning smile is back on Annie’s face.The two punks exchange bewildered looks.“Miss Bell,” Catherine starts with a calm tone, “how do you like my apology?”Annie rolls her eyes, a mocking smirk on her lips, “I asked you to drink it, not shower with it. Don’t say that I bullied you.”“Thanks for acknowledging that you asked me to drink it,” Catherine nods politely, still with smiley eyes, “so, can you lend me the fifty grand now?”“Are you crazy?” The mean girl shrills in a nasty voice, “Does Annie owe you anything?! Why would she lend any money to a slut who seduced her man?!”“Miss Bell?” Catherine looks directly at Annie, ignoring the mean girl.Annie seems to be in a struggle. Her eyes land on the empty mug,