All Chapters of Rival's Contract Marriage : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cameron’s POVSundays were supposed to be easy. Wake up late, grab something greasy for breakfast, and then survive dinner with my father and his perfect little replacement family. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I went anyway—because not showing up would only make things worse.The Aston estate was a mansion built for people who liked to remind you they were richer than you. Polished marble floors, grand chandeliers, a dining table long enough to seat a small army. It was all a ridiculous show of wealth, and I hated it.Dinner was the usual nightmare. My father, Charles, sat at the head of the table, cutting into his steak like he was signing a business contract. My stepmother, Vivian, played the perfect host, even though I knew she barely tolerated my existence. And then there was Drake—my stepbrother. He sat across from me, grinning like he knew something I didn’t.I tried to ignore him, focusing instead on my food, but then my father cleared his throat. The sound sent an insta

Cameron’s POVThe moment my phone rang, I knew something was wrong.I had just finished my last class for the day and was about to grab lunch when his name flashed across my screen.Dad.I stared at it for a second, debating whether to answer. I already had a bad feeling. My father never called unless it was something serious—something I wouldn’t like.Still, ignoring him wasn’t an option.I sighed, stepped away from my friends, and picked up. “Yeah?”“Come home. Now.”I blinked. “What?”“There’s something we need to discuss. It’s about your inheritance.”My stomach twisted. Inheritance. That was never a good topic in the Aston family.I pressed my fingers against the bridge of my nose. “Can this wait? I still have—”“No, Cameron. It cannot wait.” His voice was sharp, final. “Get home. Immediately.”And just like that, the line went dead.I stared at my phone, my appetite gone. What the hell was that about?Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.I made it home in record time. The Aston esta

Brandon’s POVCameron had a girl he liked.I wonder who it was, was it a girl at our school? My mind was turning through images of every girl he talks to, even people in his race term but no matter how I think, I couldn’t bring up a single person.The words kept echoing in my head and it was sticking out like a splinter I couldn’t get out. I stared at him across the café table, watching as he calmly laid out the details of our upcoming marriage like he was planning a business merger.He looked so good so serious like that. "We’ll stay married for a year," he said, his voice steady, almost too steady, like he had practiced this several times. "We will be married for that time frame and then we’ll get a divorce. I’ll take full responsibility for it publicly—I’ll say I was the one at fault. I’ll compensate you for your time and trouble, and you won’t have to worry about the media backlash. I’ll handle it all. I just need to play your part well."He paused, locking eyes with me. "If you

Brandon’s POVDinner had gone smoothly—or at least, as smoothly as it could with Cameron glaring daggers at me every five seconds.Our parents had done most of the talking, discussing engagement plans, venues, and how wonderful it was that we were getting along. If only they knew.Now, as they stood up from the table, exchanging their final pleasantries, I leaned back in my chair, watching Cameron out of the corner of my eye."Brandon, we’ll be heading out first," my mother said, fixing me with one of her usual unreadable looks."Try not to cause too much trouble son," my father added, though his voice held a hint of amusement.I smirked. "Me? Trouble? You wound me father. I can never."Cameron’s stepmother, Vivian, gave him a small, tight-lipped smile. "Don’t forget, Cameron. We still have a lot to prepare. I expect you to be cooperative."Cameron barely nodded, his jaw tight. "Just go home already."His father clapped him on the back before turning to me. "Take care of him, Brandon.

Cameron’s POVWalking through the school hallways felt weird.People were staring and whispering. Looking at me like I was some kind of fucking celebrity.It wasn’t surprising, though.The news of my engagement had spread like wildfire, and now, everyone had something to say about it.Even some teachers had some to say and they were calling in favors so they could be invited to the wedding.I kept my head down and gripped the straps of my backpack tighter. I just needed to survive the day. Just one day at a —"Cameron!"I groaned internally. Here we go.Turning around, I saw my friends—Ethan, Ryan, and Mason—walking toward me with the biggest smirks on their faces."So it’s true, huh?" Ethan asked, crossing his arms. "You and Brandon Deville? You guys are a thing now?"I exhaled sharply. "Yeah, I guess so."Ryan raised an eyebrow. "You guess? Like are you crazy bro?"Mason nudged my shoulder. "Dude, this is fucking insane. You and Brandon hated each other! I have heard you say you're