Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Cat Out of the Bag
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Aiden growled the moment he stepped into his office, his eyes landing on the woman sitting at his desk.

At first, through the frosted windows of his office, he thought that it was Amelia. It was easy to mistake one for the other. After all, both of them had long pale blonde hair, and they were of similar physique. This time, Emmeline was even dressed like Amelia― no more pastel skirts and feminine accessories. Just a smart business attire that Amelia always donned.

“Can’t I visit?” Emmeline asked. “Last I checked, your mother is my godmother. I am basically a Montgomery.”

If Matteo were here, he might’ve even reminded Emmeline that Catherine Laine was in fact not the first Montgomery mistress, but just a mistress, period. But that was Aiden’s own mother, and he wasn’t going to say such a thing just to get a jab at Emmeline, tempting as it was.

“Just because the Hawthornes have kicked you out doesn’t mean you can run around and claim family members left, right, and center,” Aiden said with a roll of his eyes. He crossed his arms across his chest. “Get out of my chair. In fact, get out of this office building.”

“There’s no rush,” Emmeline said, her voice sweet. “You were the one who decided not to answer my calls and messages. Even my letters were ignored. What? Did you burn it as soon as you received it?”

Aiden said nothing, but the thinning of his lips gave away his every thought. Emmeline chuckled.

“Thought so.”

“I read it,” Aiden said.

The human body had seven trillion nerves and somehow, this woman managed to get on every single last one of them. Gone were the good old days when Aiden held the upper hand― now, it seemed like Emmeline Hawthorne was always in control, and Aiden hated it.

“My offer was just that,” Aiden continued. “I am not doing anything else. In fact, I’ve already helped you more than our initial agreement. I’ve already had my fun, and quite frankly, you were no fun. It would probably be more exciting to dance with the devil, naked, on burning hot coal.”

At his words, Emmeline’s face turned sour. She tried her best to suppress the rage that was growing in her. In the end, she had to take a deep breath and count to ten. All this anger was not good for the growing baby, according to her doctor. She needed to be calm.

Emmeline closed her eyes and paused for a second. After, when she opened her eyes again, she regained the sugary sweet smile and innocent doe eyes.

“It’s your loss, not mine,” Emmeline said. “But you didn’t tell me that Amelia is also pregnant.”

Aiden’s eyes widened into the size of saucers. “How did you―”

“Know?” Emmeline completed his sentence for him. “Does it really matter? What matters more is that now that she has a baby with Matteo, how are you going to be the knight in shining armor in her time of need? I doubt rescuing her from the grubby hands of Caleb Walton was enough to change her mind.”

“It was you!”

“I did nothing,” Emmeline said, immediately raising her hands in surrender to show her innocence. “I have no reason to contact Caleb. But your mother is friends with his mother.”

That information quickly deepened the furrow of Aiden’s eyebrows. He knew that his mother had sunk her roots deep into the dirt of high society, and she had contacts everywhere. However, to think that she was the one behind Caleb’s actions was…

“She wouldn’t do such a criminal thing,” Aiden said through gritted teeth.

“Are you sure?” Emmeline countered. “She’s also an advocate of me and Matteo’s marriage. If Matteo is difficult to sway, then the next choice would be to get rid of Amelia.”

Aiden sharply turned his head to the door, earning a scoff from Emmeline. He let out a sigh of relief once he confirmed that the door was closed.

Sharply turning to face Emmeline again, he crossed the room within seconds. Aiden all but ripped Emmeline off his chair, ignoring her cries of pain.

“Watch what you say while you’re here,” Aiden lowly growled, keeping his voice as soft as possible. “My mother wouldn’t do such a thing.”

“Let go of me!” Emmeline exclaimed, shrugging out of Aiden’s hold.

She managed to do so, and stumbled a little before uprighting herself again. She glared hard at Aiden while the other kept a cool expression.

“Believe what you will,” Emmeline said. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I heard her talking to Johanna Walton about this. The woman was arrested, wasn’t she? She did give Caleb the idea― it’s just that the police didn’t know that idea actually came from someone else!”

Veins started to pop out against his skin on the back of Aiden’s hands. He gripped them so tightly that it looked as though his blood vessels were going to burst at any time. When he raised a hand, Emmeline straightened up and looked into his eyes without fear.

“Do it, I dare you,” Emmeline challenged. “I never thought you would hit a woman, Aiden Montgomery.”

“I can assure you that I am a strong advocate of gender equality,” Aiden said with a sneer. “Especially if it means I get to dish back what you’ve tried to serve.”

“Do it,” Emmeline said without flinching. “Lay a hand on me and I will let everyone know who the real father of my child is.”

Her eyes flitted over to look at the door. A small smile curved the corner of her lips before she met Aiden’s gaze again.

“You have just as much at stake as I do,” Emmeline said. “What will your sweet Amelia think when she finds out that you’ve betrayed her? That you knew who the father of my child actually is this entire time, and have worked against her to hide his identity?”

“Shut the fuck up―”

“I wonder how she’ll react when she finds out all of this is just your idea,” Emmeline continued, her grin growing. “All because you want what your brother has― her. You see her as some prize to be won, and you want her all for yourself. But you can’t have that when your brother is in the way.”

“I said―”

Emmeline raised her voice. “So who do you come to? Me! So that we each can get who we want!”

A crashing sound came from outside, forcing Aiden to turn around. Emmeline’s smirk merely stagnated at its broadest form.

Aiden’s face paled when his gaze fell on the slightly open door. It was just a small crack but it was enough to see Amelia on the floor, on her knees, her files scattered around her as she met Aiden’s eyes, shock written all over her face.