All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, Seduced?: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

TIFFANYI couldn’t breathe. I stared at the document in my hands, reading the same sentence over and over again.The Bennett heir will marry into the Ashford family when the agreement is called upon.My fingers trembled.“No.”The word came out quietly.Then again.“No.”I looked at my father.“You signed this?”He wouldn’t look at me.“Dad.”His eyes finally met mine.“Yes.”Something inside me cracked.“When?”“Years ago.”“Before I even met Damian?”“Yes.”My eyes filled with tears.“So my marriage was planned?”“No.”My father stepped toward me.“Not exactly.”“Not exactly?”My voice rose.“There is a document saying I would marry into the Ashford family.”“I didn’t know it would be you.”I stared at him.“What does that mean?”“The agreement was made when you were much younger. Richard and I were discussing the future of Bennett Interiors. There were conditions.”“And one of those conditions was my marriage.”He looked down.“Yes.”I laughed bitterly.I couldn’t believe what I wa

TIFFANYThe entire drive back to the penthouse felt wrong.Neither Damian nor I spoke. The city moved outside the windows, completely unaware that my entire understanding of my marriage had just been turned upside down.I stared at my hands.My father’s signature.Richard’s agreement.The clause about my marriage.The clause that could cost Bennett Interiors everything.And now Richard wanted us back at the penthouse.I didn’t know what scared me more.What we were going to find…Or what I might finally understand.Damian reached across the center console and took my hand.I looked at him.He didn’t say anything.He just held it.I squeezed his fingers.“Are you okay?” he finally asked.“No.”His thumb moved slowly over the back of my hand.“Neither am I.”I looked at him.“Do you think Richard planned everything?”“I don’t know.”“You’re his grandson.”“That doesn’t mean I know everything he does.”I nodded.“I know.”He glanced at me.“But I should have known something.”“You couldn

TIFFANYFor several seconds, I couldn’t move. I stared at the message on my phone until the words blurred.Your father didn’t sell Bennett Interiors to Victor.He sold it to Ashley.My fingers tightened around the phone.Ashley.The woman who had spent weeks trying to destroy my marriage.The woman who had attacked Bennett Interiors.The woman who had somehow known things about my family that even I hadn’t known.The woman who had been watching me.The woman who had appeared beside my father.I looked at Damian. He was standing a few feet away, his expression unreadable as he stared at the photograph Ethan had pulled up on the computer.My father.Victor Hale.Richard.Ashley.All standing together.Six months before my wedding.Six months before Richard ever approached me with the marriage proposal.My stomach twisted.“How could Ashley own any part of Bennett Interiors?” I whispered.Ethan looked at me.“We don’t know that she does.”“But someone just told me she does.”“That doesn’

TIFFANYI could not look away from the page.My signature.On a document I had never seen.On an agreement I had never signed.And a message asking me to find out where Damian had been three months before our wedding.Slowly, I lifted my eyes.Damian was staring at the same page.His face had gone completely still.“Where were you?” I asked.He didn’t answer immediately.“Three months before our wedding,” I repeated.“Tiffany.”“Where were you?”His jaw tightened.“I don’t remember.”I laughed once.It wasn’t funny.“You don’t remember?”“It was months ago.”“You remember everything.”His eyes met mine.“You remember business meetings from years ago. You remember contracts, dates, numbers, people’s names.”I pointed at the document.“And now you don’t remember where you were when someone forged my signature?”“I said I don’t remember.”The words hit harder than they should have.I stepped back.“Did you know about this?”“No.”“Did you know Bennett Interiors was being transferred?”“N

TIFFANYI stared at the screen. The image was blurry, but I knew that silhouette. I knew the way she stood. I knew the way she held herself. And the moment Ethan enhanced the image again, there was no room left for doubt.“Ashley.”The name barely left my lips.Damian looked at me.“You’re sure?”I nodded slowly.“I know her.”Ethan zoomed in further. The woman’s face became clearer.It was Ashley.She was sitting in the corner of the hotel room, partially hidden behind the glass partition. Watching. Listening. Waiting.My stomach twisted.“But she left the country with Victor,” I whispered.“This footage was recorded months ago,” Ethan reminded me.I stared at the screen.“So she was there before Damian signed the document.”“Yes.”“And Richard knew.”“Apparently.”I looked at Damian.He hadn’t said a word. His eyes remained fixed on the screen.“Damian.”He finally looked at me.“I don’t remember her being there.”I swallowed.“But she was.”“I know.”“You said you didn’t know Ashle