All Chapters of Married to my Ex's Billionaire Father: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I stared at Damon.“Stopped him how?”Richard tried to speak, but a violent cough shook his body.Marcus pressed harder against the wound.“Save your strength.”“No.” I dropped beside my uncle. “What do you mean Damon stopped him?”Richard looked at me, but his eyes were losing focus.“Ask him about the airport.”“What airport?”The paramedics rushed into the garage.Everything became movement.They surrounded Richard, cutting through his shirt and checking his pulse.I stood frozen.Airport.Three years ago.My father had been alive.He had come back for me.And Damon had stopped him.The paramedics lifted Richard onto a stretcher.“I’m going with him.”Damon caught my arm.“You’re not.”I spun around.“Do not touch me.”He released me immediately.“Someone shot him because he was talking to you. The shooter hasn’t been found.”“I don’t care.”“I do.”“Why?”The word exploded from me.“Why do you care so much?”His face changed.“You barely knew me. At least, that’s what I thought. N

For one insane second, I wondered if I had heard the reporter correctly.Then another camera flashed.“Maya, are you and Damon Bennett together?”“Mr. Bennett, did your relationship begin before the wedding?”“Did Ethan catch you having an affair with his father?”I stared at them.An affair?I had caught Ethan with Vanessa less than two hours ago, and somehow I was already the cheating bride.“No,” I said.Damon stepped in front of me.“No questions.”Ethan laughed bitterly.“Why not? Maybe she should answer.”I turned toward him.He looked furious.Vanessa stood beside him, suddenly interested in the floor.“You brought reporters here?”“What?”“They came up in your elevator.”“I didn’t bring anyone.”One reporter lifted his phone.“We received an anonymous tip.”Damon’s expression changed.“What tip?”The reporter hesitated.“That Maya Carter cancelled her wedding because she has been secretly involved with you.”My stomach dropped.“That’s a lie.”“Then why did you leave the hotel

I stared at the closed door for several seconds.Then I threw another pillow.It accomplished nothing.Unfortunately, neither had the first one.“Arrogant man.”The door opened.I froze.Damon leaned against the frame.“Were you talking about me?”Heat rushed to my face.“No.”His gaze moved to the pillow lying near his feet.Then to the other one across the room.One eyebrow lifted.I hated that eyebrow.“I came back for my phone.”Of course his phone sat on the table beside me.I picked it up and held it toward him.“Take it.”He walked over.His fingers brushed mine.My stomach tightened.Ridiculous.I released the phone immediately.“Anything else?”His eyes lingered on me.“No.”“Good.”He turned.“And Damon?”He looked back.“I’m not marrying you.”A faint smile touched his mouth.“You mentioned that.”“I wanted to make sure you understood.”“I understand perfectly.”“Good.”He left.This time, I waited until I heard his footsteps disappear before retrieving my pillow.I needed

I read the message twice.Ask Damon why he never divorced her.Then I looked at the man who had proposed marriage to me less than an hour ago.“You’re married?”Damon said nothing.That was becoming his favorite way to answer questions I desperately needed answered.I snatched my phone from his hand.“You proposed to me while you have a wife?”“It’s complicated.”I laughed.“No. Ethan sleeping with Vanessa was complicated. My dead father being alive is complicated. You having a living wife is illegal.”“Maya.”“Do not Maya me.”I stepped away from him.“You stood right there and offered me a one-year marriage. Separate bedrooms. Public appearances. All those neat little rules.”My anger rose with every word.“You forgot one tiny detail. You already have a Mrs. Bennett.”“I believed Celeste was dead.”“Well, apparently death is temporary in your family.”His mouth twitched.“Do not laugh.”“I’m not.”“You wanted to.”“Briefly.”I glared at him.Arrogant bastard.“Why didn’t you divorce

I stared at the DNA report in Damon’s hands.Twenty years ago.I had been six years old.Charles Bennett had taken my DNA and compared it to Damon’s.Why?I looked at Celeste.“How did Charles get my DNA?”“I don’t know.”“That answer is getting old.”“I’m telling you everything I know.”“Then tell me why he was interested in me.”Celeste hesitated.Damon noticed.“You know something else.”Her eyes moved toward him.“I have a theory.”“I don’t want theories,” I said. “I want facts.”“Then find Daniel.”My jaw tightened.“My father refuses to tell me where he is.”“He has a reason.”“Everyone has a reason.”I was exhausted by reasons.Damon placed the report on the table.“What exactly did the test compare?”Celeste pointed toward the bottom of the page.“Biological relationship.”“What relationship?”“It doesn’t specify.”Damon frowned.I looked at the photograph of my mother standing beside Charles Bennett.My chest tightened.“Did my mother know him?”“Yes.”I looked up sharply.“Y