Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: The Grand Scheme

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Chapter 37

~Ivan’s POV~

Aaron nodded, clearly impressed. "And Clarissa? Is she still on board with the plan?"

I scoffed, leaning back in my chair. "Clarissa’s eager to see Zara fall. She tried to ruin Zara’s image with that hotel scandal, but it only backfired. But don’t worry. I’ll deal with her when the time comes. She knows I need Zara."

Just then, Clarissa walked up, her heels clicking against the floor as she approached us with a sly smile. "Hey, boys?"

I smiled, motioning for her to sit down. "Just discussing our little plan."

Clarissa’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she took a seat. "If it’s about Zara and what you did there, good. Because I have a few ideas of my own."

Aaron and I exchanged a glance, a bit intrigued by her cunny nature.

As soon as we finished the event, I immediately retired, visiting my parents’ home. Clarissa wanted to come with me, but given my affair with her cost me Zara, and my father’s anger towards it, I kicked against the idea.

Arriving home, my mom welcomed me with her usual kiss, but as soon as I stepped into the living room, where my father sat cross-legged, his focus on the television, my wolf stirred uneasily, sensing the shift in the atmosphere the moment I crossed the threshold.

His cold gaze darted in my direction, his brows furrowing slightly.

"You’re here."

I swallowed and made my way inside. "Hello, father."

"What’s the update? Are the Zareks still under your control?"

I hesitated, carefully choosing my words. My father had little patience for delays, especially when it came to business.

"It’s... taking longer than expected," I admitted, trying to mask the tension in my chest.

"Taking longer?" My father’s eyes narrowed, his voice hardening. "Ivan!" The sharpness of his tone made my wolf bristle.

Before he could continue scolding me, my mother intervened. "Go easy on him," she said gently. "He’s doing his best."

My father shot her a frustrated look, his jaw tightening as if holding back his annoyance. "His best isn’t good enough. We can’t afford to lose this opportunity."

Just then, a familiar sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway heading to the living room.

"I second that."

I glanced up in time to see my grandmother, dressed in a simple black knee-length gown, her white pearls gleaming around her neck, striding into the living room.

Her presence was commanding, as always, and immediately the tension in the room shifted. The air grew colder.

She surveyed the room with a stern expression before her sharp green eyes landed on my mother, and without hesitation, she reprimanded her.

"You’re too soft on him, Anne," she said coldly. "That’s why he’s still struggling. The world doesn’t hand out favours or opportunities. You have to grab it when you see it."

My mother lowered her gaze, clearly unwilling to challenge the formidable woman before her. My grandmother had always been the true powerhouse in our family, the one who built the foundation that now supported us.

I felt the heat of my father’s stare, but I couldn’t bring myself to meet his eyes. I already knew what was coming—the expectation pressing down on me.

Before I could fully brace myself, my grandmother came into my line of sight, blocking my view of the rest of the family.

I lifted my head as her palm caressed my cheek, her cold green eyes boring into mine. "Ivan dearie, you know what we do is for your good?"

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