The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: When The Bitch Grow Wings

"Hello, Catherine..." Piper said, giving me a sweet smile, her finger curling around her brunette hair.

"What’s she doing here?" I asked bitterly.

"You two know each other?" Agatha asked, and I have never seen a more faux-shocked expression.

"Yes..." I replied stiffly, not taking my gaze off that bitch face. "We’ve a history."

"Let’s get this dinner started. We’ve already wasted enough time," Elias said, taking out his napkin.

He seemed impatient, and my best guess was that this dinner was all Agatha’s doing.

Ares pulled out a chair for me, and I sat. He followed suit, and I let my attention drift to him. I have never seen him so blank... or maybe I have back then, when I was just his secretary.

Dinner hasn’t even started yet, and it already feels like I have dived headfirst into a fire, alone.

I looked to Tori, who was glaring a hole into Piper’s head, before she flickered her eyes to me, giving me a soft look as if to ease me. She sat opposite me, and I really wish we were close. She was the only person who wasn’t a stranger here.

"A toast!" Agatha pitched, breaking the graveyard stillness. "Ms. Fisher is our honored guest, and as Kings we celebrate them."

I grabbed my glass and raised it briefly, noting Ares didn’t. I chugged my entire champagne, and one of the house staff came to refill.

"Thank you," I murmured.

If I’m gonna live through this night, I might as well see through it drunk. No one is sane enough to deal with this shit.

Feeling a burning look at my side profile, it was no other than Piper, and I returned the favor, doing mine as classy as I could, twirling my glass just a bit to get the contents inside swirling.

A hasty click-clack filled the air, and I automatically glanced behind as Athena approached the table.

"Forgive my tardiness!" she announced. "Getting ready has always been a handful for a goddess like me."

She kissed Elias on the cheek, who didn’t flinch or even glance her way.

Athena dragged an empty chair from a corner, resulting in a wincing, screeching echo.

"Scoot over! Whoever you are..." She said to Piper, who gaped at her.

"Scoot. Over!"

Piper flinched, doing so quickly, and Athena happily inserted herself, filling her plate with food.

Agatha’s face had twisted into a quiet rage, but she stayed composed. With a snap of her finger, a nanny came for Adrian. She murmured something to him and kissed his forehead before he left.

I veered my gaze back to my plate, not having an ounce of appetite, and the only one who ate was Athena.

I have never seen anyone as unbothered as she was. It was just like the ball, where everyone observed as if she were an alien, yet she didn’t give a shit about them.

In all honesty, I’d really go insane. I can’t imagine Granny and Gramps hating me or a ballroom full of people. I barely survived the bullpen at the company.

"How’s the business going?" Agatha asked Piper out of the blue. "I trust the funds I sent assisted in some way."

"Yes, Mrs. King, it was really helpful."

"Oh, please call me Agatha," she said, amused. "Your mother and I are close friends. We’re family in a way."

That explained why Piper could waltz in here.

"That makes me happy..." Piper replied in a shifty tone. "A lot has been going on and..." She paused, her expression turning heartbreaking.

"Whatever’s going on, tell me, I’m all ears," Agatha urged.

"I really shouldn’t bring my baggage to the table. That’d be inappropriate."

"I think your baggage is needed. The table’s dead."

No shit.

"I heard you had a fiancée."

What the fuck?!

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