All Chapters of A MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE: MARRIED TO MY ENEMY : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ Megan Mr. McCall arrived early the next morning, calling for a meeting that required both Charles and me to attend. We maintained our distance, seated across from each other, both wearing a frown. Mr. McCall glanced between me and his son, sighing helplessly. “Is this how you two want to continue? You’re both adults, for crying out loud. Yes, this union is sudden, but can’t you work things out?” “Dad, she’s the problem—” “Hush, boy,” Mr. McCall cut Charles off, much to my satisfaction. “You’re going to let me speak because all you two have been doing is throwing childish tantrums. I want that to stop.” “Tell that to Charles, the immature brat,” I chimed in with a scoff. Softening his gaze, Mr. McCall smiled at me. “My dear, I know you’re upset, and I understand. I am more on your side than on Charles’ side, so I can assure you that the solution I offer will favor you.” “But, Dad—” Charles tried to protest but received an upraised finger from his father. “Enough. I am going to

~ MeganI raised a curious brow at Charles. Why was he being dramatic? Ignoring him, I opened the fridge and took out a bottle water which I consumed directly with Charles’ eyes uncomfortably fixed on me.I couldn’t take it anymore so I asked, “ Why are you staring at me like that? Mesmerized by my beauty?”He finally snapped out of It with a disgusted look. “Mesmerized by what?” He turned his back and bent to pick up the glass, much to my surprise. “Your sight doesn’t appeal to me.”I sneered. “Finally, something we can agree on.” Ignoring the billionaire daddy’s boy who was shockingly cleaning his mess, I finished the contents of the bottle and dropped it in the recycling bin. However, when I was at the door, I felt Charles’ eyes on me again. The corners of my mouth lifted as I shook my head. Even though Charles would rather die than admit it, I knew he was affected by my appearance.But before I could climb up the stairs, he stopped me. With a frown and crossed arms, I looked at him

~ Charles“I asked you a question, Mr. Walter, and you have yet to answer,” I said, peering into the eyes of the sweating middle-aged man. “What are you suing my wife for?”Once again, the man erupted into a spluttering fit, further intensifying my annoyance. Time was of the essence, and he was squandering it.“Your wife falsified information that we published to the public… That’s the basis for our lawsuit,” the man finally stammered. He looked as though he was on the verge of a heart attack, and even though I knew it was because of me, I remained indifferent.“That’s a blatant lie,” Megan fired back, and I gently squeezed her hand to halt her.“Don’t speak, love. Let me handle this,” I told her sweetly.Her brows twitched, and I almost chuckled. I knew she was taken aback by my tone, but if we were to be a couple for my father and the public, we might as well play the part perfectly.I shot a glare at Mr. Walter, continuing the charade. “Alright. Sue my wife for that, but we will be

I stood there, looking at Charles with a mixture of disappointment and irritation. His blank expression only fueled my frustration.“What date?” he repeated, genuine confusion written on his face.I pinched between my brows and took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure. “What the heck is with you, Charles? You were the one who told me about the event, yet you forgot it quicker than you forget the names of your lovers.”His eyes widened In realization, but instead of the expected apology, he let out an awkward chuckle. “Oh right. I must have lost track of time.”My patience was wearing thin. “Lost track of time? How could you forget after making such a big deal of it?”Charles scratched the back of his head, avoiding eye contact. “Look, Megan, I just lost track of time. You don’t have to make a big deal out of it. It’s not like you’re my real wife or something.”I felt a surge of anger bubbling within me, but I took another deep breath to compose myself. This guy was truly an as

~ MeganI maintained my composure, meeting Andrea’s gaze with a steady one. “Well, Andrea,” I began, emphasizing her name, “I believe Charles and I understand each other, and we’re committed to making our marriage work.”Andrea raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with my diplomatic response. “But Megan, it is a fact that Charles is quite the charmer. I can assure you that he has been with almost all the upper-class women in Florida, with you being the lowest of us all. How will you handle the constant attention he gets from other women?”I scoffed internally. Her mask was finally cracking, and my hunch was becoming a reality. Seizing the opportunity, I pressed on, “You seem to know a lot about my husband; don’t tell me you were also among the women he used and dumped?”The other women exchanged glances, seemingly agitated by something. They tried to calm Andrea, but she snapped her hands out of their grasp, her mask completely shattered.“Used is quite a strong word, Megan,” she