Semua Bab Married to my Ex's Billionaire Father: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I was supposed to become Mrs. Ethan Bennett in forty-three minutes.Instead, I stood outside the bridal suite listening to my fiancé have sex with my best friend.For several seconds, my mind refused to understand the sounds behind the closed door.A breathless laugh.A man's low murmur.Then a woman's voice."Stop. You're going to ruin my makeup."My fingers tightened around my bouquet.No.There had to be another explanation.The hotel was packed with people preparing for the wedding. Bridesmaids, photographers, florists, makeup artists, and hotel staff filled the floor.Someone had entered the wrong room.Because Ethan was downstairs.He was supposed to be downstairs.Waiting for me.I reached for the door handle.Then I heard his voice."Vanessa."My hand froze.I knew that voice. I had fallen asleep listening to it for four years. I had heard it whisper promises against my skin. I had heard it tell me he loved me.Now he was saying my best friend's name in a way no man should say

I pulled my hand from Damon’s.“What does he mean?”Damon’s eyes remained on Ethan.“Not here.”A bitter laugh escaped me.Of course.Apparently, everyone in the Bennett family had secrets involving me.“No. I’m done with not here. I’m done with we’ll talk later. What does Ethan mean?”Damon finally looked at me.Before he answered, Ethan walked closer.“Go ahead, Dad. Tell her.”“Ethan.”“Tell her how you knew exactly who she was the first time I brought her home.”My pulse quickened.I remembered that evening.Ethan and I had been dating for almost a year when he invited me to his father’s house for dinner.Damon had arrived late.I remembered him walking into the dining room, stopping when he saw me, then staring for several uncomfortable seconds.Ethan later told me his father was rude to everyone.I had believed him.“What is he talking about?” I asked.Damon’s jaw tightened.“I had seen you before.”“Where?”“This isn’t the place for that conversation.”I stared at him.“You kee

“My uncle is dead.”The words sounded absurd even as I said them.Damon took the tablet from my trembling hands.“You’re sure it’s him?”“I attended his funeral.”My knees weakened.I reached for the edge of Damon’s desk.Richard Carter had been my father’s younger brother. After Dad died, Uncle Richard had stayed close to me for several months.Then his car went off a bridge.The police recovered the vehicle three days later.His body had been identified before the funeral.At least, I had been told it had.Damon turned to Marcus.“Find him.”“We’re already tracing his movements.”“No police.”Marcus nodded.I looked at Damon. “Why not?”“Because whoever helped him access this floor might know people inside law enforcement.”“You don’t know that.”“No. And until I know who we’re dealing with, I’m not handing them information.”My head started pounding.This morning, I had worried whether the florist had delivered enough white roses.Now my dead uncle was apparently alive.I laughed.

I stared at the photograph until the words blurred.She was never supposed to know.“Know what?”Nobody answered.I looked at Damon.“What am I not supposed to know?”“I don’t know.”“Someone does.”My voice shook despite my effort to control it.Someone had photographed me this morning.Before I caught Ethan with Vanessa.Before the wedding collapsed.Before Uncle Richard appeared at Bennett Tower.This had started before any of that.Damon took the photograph from me.“Marcus, lock down this floor. Find out who took this picture and how Richard knew we would come here.”Marcus nodded. “Security is already checking the hotel footage.”“I want Maya’s apartment watched too.”I turned sharply.“No.”Damon looked at me.“No?”“You’re not putting guards outside my home.”“Someone followed you today.”“We don’t know that.”“They photographed you.”“At my wedding. There were hundreds of people taking pictures.”“And one of them circled your face in red.”I hated that he had a point.I hated

For several seconds, nobody moved.I stared at Marcus, waiting for him to correct himself.He didn’t.“What did you say?”“Richard claims your father is alive.”A laugh escaped me.It sounded hollow.“No.”Damon moved toward me. “Maya.”“No.”My father was dead.I had watched them lower his coffin into the ground.I had stood beside Uncle Richard while dirt struck the polished wood.I had spent six years missing him.“You’re lying.”Marcus shook his head. “I’m telling you what Richard said.”“Then Richard is lying.”“That’s possible,” Damon said.I turned on him.“Possible?”“He wants you downstairs alone. He knows saying this will get you there.”My chest tightened.“Then let’s find out.”I headed for the door.Damon caught my wrist.“No.”I looked at his hand, then at him.“Let go.”“You’re not meeting him alone.”“He asked for me.”“He broke into my office, stole confidential documents, disappeared for five years, and somehow knew exactly where you were today.”“He’s my uncle.”“Th