All Chapters of Rival's Contract Marriage : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Brandon’s POVCameron gasped for air, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His fingers touched his lips as if trying to confirm what had just happened. His wide, disoriented eyes locked onto mine, and for a second, he looked completely lost.Then, realization hit him like a truck."What the hell?!" he shouted, his voice cracking slightly. "Did you just—?"Before he could finish, he shoved at my shoulders, his hands shaking.I tightened my grip, holding him in place. "Calm down.""Calm down?!" Cameron’s face was red—whether from anger or the alcohol, I wasn’t sure. "You kissed me, Brandon! Are you insane?!"I wasn’t surprised when he started struggling harder, twisting against my hold. He was stronger than he looked, but I wasn’t about to let him go."Let go of me!" he snapped."Not yet," I muttered.His eyes burned with frustration. Then, before I could react—Ow.Pain shot through my foot.Cameron had stepped on me. Hard."Shit!" I hissed, loosening my grip just enough for him to sh

Drake’s POVI called Cameron again, but all I got was a dead line.His phone was off.Typical.I let out a slow breath, tapping my fingers against the desk as I stared at the photo on my phone. My jaw clenched the longer I looked at it.Cameron and Brandon. Kissing.The picture was too perfect.Brandon’s hand gripping Cameron’s face like he meant it. Cameron’s expression—stunned, confused, like he wasn’t sure what the hell was happening. And Brandon? He looked way too composed for someone who was supposed to hate this arrangement.The account that sent it to me was anonymous, but I wasn’t an idiot. This wasn’t just some random leak.Something about it felt… off.Like I was meant to see this.Like Brandon wanted me to see this.I leaned back in my chair, tilting my head as I let the thought settle in.Cameron had been acting like this marriage was a death sentence from the start—complaining, whining, making a whole scene about how unfair it was. But Brandon?I wasn’t so sure.What if h

Cameron’s POVBrandon drove like he was born for it.The moment his hands gripped the steering wheel, something in him shifted—his usual smirking arrogance melted away, replaced by pure, focused precision. When he pressed the gas, the car responded instantly, gliding forward with seamless power. His movements were fluid, effortless, like he wasn’t just driving but commanding the machine with an unspoken language only he understood.Every gear shift was smooth, every turn executed with perfect control. Even when he accelerated, pushing the car faster and faster down the track, there was no hesitation—just confidence. The way he handled the corners, braking at just the right moment before accelerating out of them, sent a thrill through the air.And when he finally brought the car to a stop, his fingers lingered on the wheel for a moment, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go.Then he exhaled, slow and satisfied, running a hand over the dashboard.“She’s perfect,” he murmured, almost reve

Cameron’s POVI wanted to throw up.We had this stupid family dinner today and now I was standing at the front door, my stomach twisted in knots. The massive double doors loomed in front of me like the gates to hell.Brandon wouldn’t leave me alone, when he found out I had dinner with my family he decided to tag along.I told him he didn’t need to come with me, but he insisted, flashing that smug smile like he knew something I didn’t."You’re shaking, pretty boy," Brandon said, his voice low and amused.I snatched my hand away when I realized he was right. "I’m not, just fuck off."He tilted his head, clearly enjoying himself. "You don’t have to do this, you know."I rolled my eyes and pushed the door open without knocking. "Yes, I do. I need to do this so I can move along with my plans.”The house smelled the same , like lemon polish and cold air. Everything was spotless, every surface gleaming as if no one actually lived there. I stepped inside, my sneakers squeaking against the mar

Brandon POVThe kitchen had been quiet, save for the ticking of the clock. The plates from dinner sat abandoned on the table, silverware reflecting the dim light like tiny daggers.Drake leaned against the counter, twirling the stem of his wine glass between his fingers. He hadn’t taken a sip — just held it like a prop, something to occupy his hand while he sharpened his words into weapons.I sat across from him, elbow propped on the table, lazily tracing the rim of my coffee cup. I hadn’t touched the coffee. It had gone cold. Didn’t matter.Because all I cared about in that moment was the way Drake kept glancing toward the hallway — waiting for Cameron to come back like a vulture circling a dying animal.Drake sneered, breaking the silence first. “The ring looks ridiculous on him,” he muttered, voice laced with disgust. “Like dressing up trash in gold.”I hummed under my breath, letting the insult roll past me like smoke. My gaze stayed on my cup, fingers steady, heartbeat calm.“May