He Married Another So I Accepted My Arranged Husband Chapter 10
On my second day in Lugano, I began receiving a constant stream of updates: Northstar’s existing partnerships were being terminated, one by one.
That company had been my first creation after graduation.
I had poured nearly all of myself into it.
From research and development to the risk systems and client delivery, I had been involved in every step.
The first batch of clients had come through my father’s network, it was true, but every solution and every contract that followed had been secured by my own two hands.
I had never wanted my personal life to affect the company.
Before I left, all I’d wanted was to take back the half that belonged to me.
But Salvatore had not only refused to divide the equity—he had given my share to Talia as a wedding gift.
So I had personally signed the notices withdrawing my system authorizations and client service agreements. Then I had contacted every client I was responsible for, one by one. My father merely had the Conti Family advisers confirm that my decision would be respected.
I owed them nothing. I had no reason to give them any more chances.
That night, the Conti and Bellandi families met and finalized the terms of our marriage.
I had assumed it would be nothing more than a practical arrangement, a merger that benefited both sides.
It was raining lightly. Our parents and advisers, having reached some unspoken consensus, were soon whisked away by their drivers, leaving only Desmond and me.
I sat in the passenger seat of his car.
City lights blurred past the window.
It was the first time I had truly looked at him.
He had light-colored eyes, neatly trimmed dark hair, and a strong brow. He held the steering wheel with a quiet calm.
He didn’t ask about Salvatore, and he didn’t bother with false gentleness.
He simply slid the marriage clause—the one stating that Conti inheritance rights would not transfer to him through marriage—back toward me, letting me confirm it for myself.Â