Chapter 7

Lily POV

As soon as the room was clear of everyone except me and William, I sank to one of the cushions. My head was throbbing, edging to rip apart any second.

“You should have told me your family was like this!” I muttered weakly.

Don't get me wrong, I know right people can be like assholes a lot. I should have known that since I had the opportunity of being in the company of a lot of them who came around the club. But the least he could have given was a heads-up.

He had spoken so calmly, I was reassured. It was a successful transaction but no one has said they would be the ”annoying sister who wants to throw you out of the house“ clause in our contract.

“I would expect them to accord you with a lot of respect. I will speak to my sister!” He said as if he was taking a mental note. “This behavior is not to be condoned.”

Believe me I understand that it was happening so fast. Their brother shows up with a wife and a step son out of the blues. I would be freaked out as well.

But that was no excuse to justify her spewing insults, degrading jives. She might as well have said them to my face and not be such a coward.

“I know that my profession is not dignifying but it's not like I had a choice. I had to do whatever I could do for my son and myself to keep us from drowning.”

I couldn't fight back the tears that skid down my cheek. As soon as the memories of how I would feed from hand to mouth and what I would go through before I could make ends meet, my cheeks would get moist.

“She must think that she's above everyone just because she was born with a silver spoon. If she had a taste of what people like me are going through in this cruel world,. maybe then she would not be such a spoiled brat.”

William sat down and listened as I poured out my lamentations. He was patient, understanding, qualities which would do his sister good if she adopted them.

It was rare to see men who were so considerate despite how wealthy he was.

I know what you're thinking. The man is only being so kind because he wants to use me. I could tell you confidently that it was not the case. We were in a beneficial relationship and he was keeping to his end of the deal.

I still couldn't help wondering if he believed whatever his sister was saying. Perhaps, he was beginning to regret taking a chance on me.

I'm sure there were a thousand women who were willing to drop off their underwear at the sound of his voice. I'm talking about respectful, women with class.

He was the catch! Everyone wanted him. Would you expect less from a handsome billionaire who was at the verge of taking total control of his father's company? You should not.

They flocked to him. Despite it making the rounds in the news that he was about to get married, they would still try to win over his heart whether it was on television, in public or in one of those closed door meetings.

He held my shoulder. “I'm sorry that she makes you feel like that. It will not be like this anymore. No one will dare speak to my wife like that anymore under my watch.”

The way he called me “my wife” left my cheeks burning red. I could hear the butterfly flaps as they danced around in my stomach.

How had the universe dropped a handsome, charming young man in my laps? When I was looking for a way out, fate not only gave me an out but it gave me an Adonis of a man as well.

There was one question on my mind that I wanted to ask him so badly. If not for this contract marriage, would you still have loved me? I wanted to know because I had been hurt before, I didn't want to fall victim again.

I looked away, not able to keep up with the intensity of his gaze. Those eyes could mess with anyone and I was not left out.

“Who is this Damien guy that had you so worked up?”

This was a matter which had been bothering my mind all this while. I watched his countenance go from a cheerful man to someone who has just heard something that will spite him.

He leaned back on the cushion, running his hand through his dark hair.

“He is my younger brother. Let's just say that we don't get along very well. And now my mother wants him to be at the wedding.”

I couldn't understand why siblings would always be rivals. Don't blame me. I never got the chance to experience what it was to have a sibling nor did I have my parents with me long enough to know if there was probably one who was lyijbg around somewhere that I knew nothing about.

“Is he going to be in trouble?” I asked. I was barely on solid foot with Aria and couldn't deal with another.

“He always is. I wouldn't be surprised if he shows up drunk and dressed in a skirt. It wouldn't be the first time he messed up big time.”

From his tone, I needed no soothsayer to tell that there was no love lost between these two. I couldn't wait to see this so-called Damien. I let the topic go. He looked uncomfortable enough and I had a feeling I would know all I needed to when he finally showed up.

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Unknown POV

His hands placed the phone to his ear as he picked up the call. “I hope you're aware of the newest development in the Carter family,” he spoke gruffly into the phone as his other hand stirred a sizzling cup of coffee.

“Yes, boss. What do you say we do?” His loyal servant replied over the phone.

“I want her out of that house as soon as possible or she is going to ruin our plans.”

“Yes sir!”