All Chapters of Secret Marriage To My Brother's Best friend : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

If my jaw could hit the ground, it would. My blood boils as my hands curl into fists.I’ve never been so close to throwing my father out on his ass before, but I’m considering it now.I grit my teeth, resisting the urge to make this worse. “Do you realize how outdated that is? I don’t need a wife to manage the household and pump out children. I don’t need a maid either. I have more than enough time on my hands to scrub my own toilet.”Dad rolls his eyes. “You’re a fool, Griffin. I thought I raised you to be smarter than this.”“Nannies raised me.” My tone is bitter, and I hate it. At thirty-two, I should have moved past the resentment of my upbringing. Yet, I’m not. “And I will not be getting married or having children. You can kiss those old-fashioned notions about my future goodbye.”Dad’s face darkens to a bright red. “You are going to drag my family name through the mud if you keep up with your ideas of your future.”“This family was ruined a long time ago.” I walk to the front do

I would have remembered a complete mental breakdown that would have led to us walking into a chapel together.“This… this has to be fake,” I run my fingers over the embossed seal. I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is, but you need to get rid of it right now. This isn’t funny, Griffin.”“It’s not a joke.” He swallows hard and rounds the desk to take the seat beside me. “I wouldn’t lie to you about this, Cora. I promise it’s not a joke.”“No. This has to be a joke. I would have to be out of my mind to marry you. There is no way that I would have ever let that happen. We don’t even like each other. Why would we walk into a chapel and get married?”He throws his hands up in the air. “I don’t know why we would have done it, but apparently, we did, and we’re married now. This isn’t a joke. Why would I joke about something like this?”“Because you have a sick sense of humor and have spent most of my life messing with my head.” I shove the paper back toward him and get up. “Come up wit

Kaleigh’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wow. He’s hot. Where’s he taking you?”Cora tucks away her phone. “I think we’re going to some restaurant that just opened downtown. He wants me to come to his show. You should come with me. The lead singer is single.”Kaleigh wiggles her eyebrows. “Single and hopefully not looking for commitment. The last thing I need while building my career is a man to tie me down.”Cora laughs and crosses one long leg over the other. “I’m not into dating anyone either, but I don’t know. I guess it could be fun to have somebody around from time to time. Work is busy, and it keeps me occupied, but I don’t mind a distraction right now, you know?”My blood boils as I pull away from the bookshelf and walk back to my desk.A friend or not, I don’t like the idea of her hanging out with another guy.There is no way that my wife is going to go out on a date and humiliate me. It’s not happening.I don’t care what I have to do to stop the date from happening. Cora is not going o

I throw my hands up in the air and take a step back. “I have no interest in your money! If Jake hadn’t insisted that I take this job instead of working two others, I wouldn’t be here!”Griffin pours himself a cup of coffee. “You were going to work two jobs?”“I don’t have much of a choice. And it’s not that strange. Plenty of people work two or more jobs to make ends meet.”“You didn’t have to take this job. I certainly didn’t need to offer it.” He opens the mini fridge and pulls out a container of cream. He splashes some into his coffee and takes a sip before looking at me. “You know where the door is if you want to leave. That would make this divorce less messy than it already is.”I rake a hand through my hair, spinning away from him and pacing across the room. “You hate me, yet you’re the one making this more complicated. Just get your lawyers to write up the damn papers saying that I get nothing, and I will happily sign them.”There is a thud as Griffin puts the coffee mug down.

GiffinCora yawns and sprawls out on the couch, her feet dangling. She holds the document she’s reading high above her head.She puts the paper down and tilts her head back to look at me. “I think we should get going. It’s late, and it’s been a long day.”Which is likely a polite way of saying she wants nothing to do with me after I fucked her on my desk.But I want everything to do with her.There is no good way to tell her that. Our relationship is complicated as it is. I don’t need to make it worse by telling her that I want her all for myself—no, I realize I need her like I need air.I stretch and get up from the chair, collecting the evidence files to bring home with me. “Alright. Let’s pack this up, and I’ll take you home.”I don’t know when my desperation for her started. It would be impossible to pinpoint an exact date.Somewhere between when she started working for me and right now, I started caring a lot more about what Cora thinks about me.Cora collects the papers and stac