"She will win only if you let her win.."

De Villiers said and I know what this bastard was referring to- Our marriage contract.

"Shut up, asshole." With a suppressed, wicked laugh I covered my mouth with my hand.

"Did I miss something?" Amanda asked, tilting her head in confusion.

"No, it's nothing," De Villiers cleared his throat.

Not talking further we waited for Zariah to return after her work so we could work on our next step.

"Hey, we are back." Zariah called, coming back, exhaling loudly as she plopped herself on the couch.

"Welcome, Good work." I hummed, taking a sip of my drink, turning to her, scanning...