A DIVORCE?

CHAPTER THREE 

SEBASTIAN 

"A divorce?" I repeated her words slowly, as if that would change it somehow. 

My gaze landed on the woman lying on the bed, staring at me with a fierce look in her eyes. 

This woman Sophia.....what was her deal? Despite the obvious fear on her face, I could sense her innate stubbornness, and her refusal to back down. 

She wanted to divorce me? Pulling my eyes away from her face, I chuckled coldly, did she think this was a game? 

"Yes, you obviously don't want this marriage, and frankly, I don't either. So we should get a divorce," she presented a false façade of calmness as she said this, but the rise and fall of her chest exposed that she was more scared than she would admit. 

"Do you think that you get to make the choice here? When your grandfather sent you here, did he inform you that there would be any grounds for a divorce?" I asked her coldly. 

Marco had gone through to such lengths just to get me to marry his granddaughter. 

Obviously, a divorce was not something that was on his radar when he made those plans. 

She lifted her chin, meeting my gaze with confidence in her eyes. The scared woman I had seen standing at the altar waiting for me had been replaced by this person who looked like she was not going to back down at all. 

She was also different from the investigation reports I had gotten on her. 

The reports stated that she was an arrogant woman, a spoiled princess who believed the world revolved around her, but the woman in front of me was far different from that. 

What was her real personality? Or was Sophia so used to changing personalities? 

"My grandfather has nothing to do with this. I have no idea what kind of deal you have with him, but we both should not suffer because of it. We can get a divorce, and pretend this never happened, " she said to me. 

I watched her closely, and I could see how desperate she looked. 

Sophia really wanted to divorce me. 

However...was I just going to give her what she wanted?

My eyes fell on her exposed legs, although the rest of her body was well hidden under the covers, I could still see her long, fair legs. 

My throat went dry, and suddenly, the room felt small. 

The image of her standing completely naked in front of me flashed in my head once again, and I swallowed hard. 

Sophia was a beautiful woman, and it was just too bad that she was the granddaughter of Marco Vale. Otherwise...

She suddenly stood up,with the bedsheets still wrapped around her body firmly. 

The large sheets covered her legs as she took a few steps over to me, but then, the top of her chest was exposed. 

Sophia had a patronizing smile on her face, "I think this will be a win-win situation for us, you obviously don't want me, and I don't want you either...." 

She reached out a hand to me, but I grabbed it before she could touch me.  

"Heh, if I didn't know any better, I'd actually fall for your tricks! Tell Marco that I am prepared for whatever he's plotting!" I snapped at her. 

Heat flowed through me, down to the lower part of my body, and I sucked in a deep breath. 

Sophia's fair and soft body was still in my line of sight, and it affected me way more than I was willing to admit. 

It dawned on me what Sophia was trying to do, of course, as Marco's granddaughter, she was just as scheming as he was. 

Her true nature would never change! 

Pushing her away from me once again, I managed to pull myself from the spell that she had cast on me. 

Sophia fell to the ground with a large thud, and I instinctively reached out a hand to help her up. 

However, Sophia's face went red immediately as her eyes fell on the bulge in my pants. 

She pointed at it, with a panicked look on her face. 

"That...." 

"Damn it!" I cursed and turned, almost running out of my own damn bedroom. 

Sophia was not an ordinary woman, she was affecting me in ways I did not want to admit at all! 

......

I walked out of the bathroom, my hair still wet from the cold shower that I had taken. 

A frown was on my face when I saw James sitting on the couch, waiting for me. 

"Why did you take a shower here, boss?" He asked, his gaze carrying a hint of suspicion towards me. 

"The bathroom in the bedroom was occupied," I lied, not wanting to admit that I had left because I couldn't stand Sophia's tempting presence, or that I had given in to temptations I did not care to admit to. 

"I heard that a woman has been living there for the past two weeks. What do you plan to do with her?" 

His gaze was questioning, as he waited for my response. 

"I don't think I need to explain my relationship with my wife to you, right?" I asked him, my irritation rising. 

He was my father's trusted aide when he was alive, and I only tolerated James' presence for that reason. 

"Of course not, boss! I was just curious...she's Marco's granddaughter, after all," he reminded me. 

As soon as those words were out of his mouth, I realized that I had overreacted. 

Damn it, she was Marco's granddaughter, a wife married to me all because of benefits. 

"He gave up the shipping routes for her, of course, I couldn't reject such a good deal," I said, with my eyes closed. 

I grinned in satisfaction as my mind wandered to the divorce she had initiated. 

It didn't matter if she was serious or not, however, until my goals were achieved, a divorce was simply not possible! 

"Although she's Marco's granddaughter, she's also a very beautiful woman, I heard that she had a lot of suitors back in Asheville and..." 

My eyes snapped open as James started to talk about Sophia again. 

"You didn't come here just to chat about my wife right?" I demanded to know. 

My fists clenched tightly by my sides, as I realized that once again, the mention of Sophia's name had made me lose my cool. 

With a swift shake of his head, he changed the topic. 

"The last batch of goods were intercepted by Damien. A few of our men have been captured by him," James informed me. 

"What the fuck?! How could you let that happen?!”