Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 111

Aiden's POV

I'd barely made it through the front door of our Villa when my phone pinged. Ryan had sent me a video message.

Raising an eyebrow, I almost ignored it. Nothing good ever comes from Ryan's "must-see" videos - usually just some half-naked models from his agency's latest campaign or drunk executives making fools of themselves at industry parties.

I was in the middle of unbuttoning my shirt when my thumb accidentally tapped the notification. The video started playing before I could stop it.

Well, shit. That was my wife on screen. My usually composed Aria was throwing a cup of coffee directly into some woman's face.

"Next time, bring your brain when you leave the house," she was saying, her voice icier than I'd ever heard it. "If that doesn't work, go jump in the Hudson to clear your head. Think before you speak. If I ever hear you say another word against Aiden, I promise what I throw won't be coffee—it'll be acid. Do you understand?"

The final touch? She tossed the empty cup at the woman's face before walking away with all the regal composure of a queen.

I barely had time to process what I'd seen before Ryan's message popped up: "Dude, your wife is fucking SAVAGE!"

"Thanks for noticing," I texted back.

""...Watch your back, man. Domestic violence is no joke! "

I smirked at his response. "Don't worry, I keep plenty of condoms on hand. Keeps her happy."

"???"

"Dude, you're nasty. Does your wife know how filthy your mind is?"

"None of your business."

I snorted and tossed my phone onto the bed. Ryan could wait. Right now, I needed to swim - my evening ritual to clear my head after dealing with boardroom politics all day.

Maintaining these abs isn't just vanity - it's the foundation of a happy marriage.

Twenty laps later, I was toweling off by the indoor pool when I heard the doorbell. Our housekeeper was off today, so I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed for the door.

Aria stood there looking adorably disheveled. Her hair was slightly mussed, and she was rubbing her eyes like a sleepy child. The shopping bags in her hand caught my attention immediately.

"You're home?" she asked, blinking at me in surprise.

"Just got back." Water droplets ran down my chest as I studied her face. No signs of the fierce warrior who had threatened to throw acid at someone just hours ago.

"Oh. Swimming already, huh?" She stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

"Mmm." I nodded, my eyes dropping to the shopping bags dangling from her fingers. "Buy something?"

"Yeah, just a couple of sexy—"

She stopped mid-sentence, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. I raised an eyebrow, suddenly very interested in whatever she'd been about to say.

"A couple of what?" I prompted, enjoying the way her eyes darted away from my bare chest.

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