Page 105 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

“Jesus,” Christopher says when I finish. “I’m sorry, Dom. I knew he was bitter, but this is a new low, even for him.”

“It gets worse,” I continue. “There’s evidence they might have been asking questions about Tatiana specifically.”

Christopher’s voice hardens. “That’s completely unacceptable. I’ll deal with my father.”

“I can handle Mark,” I say. “Just wanted you to know what’s happening. And to ask you to keep an eye on Tatiana at work.”

“Of course. She’s always been under my protection as an employee,” Christopher assures me. “But I have to say, Dom, you sound more concerned than I’d expect for a business arrangement.”

Damn him for being so perceptive.

“She’s my wife,” I say simply, the words feeling strange and right simultaneously.

“Temporarily,” Christopher reminds me gently.

“Yes,” I agree, though the confirmation feels like a lie. “Temporarily.”

After hanging up, I walk to the window of my office and stare out at the Manhattan skyline. Six days left until our arrangement ends. Six days until I lose the woman who’s become far more than a convenient temp wife.

What the hell am I going to do about the feelings I’m developing for her?

My phone buzzes with a text from Jake.

Threat assessment complete. Briefing ready when you are.

Come on up,I reply.

A few moments later, Jake joins me, taking a seat across from my desk.

“What have we got?” I ask.

Jake gestures to the main screen, where a detailed timeline is displayed. “We’ve mapped Weiss’s movements for the past month. He’s been busy.”

I study the information, noting meetings with various competitors and suppliers related to my project. “He’s been methodical.”

“And effective,” Jake agrees. “The fire was just the most obvious attack. He’s also been spreading rumors about financial instability at Rossi Developments, suggesting the Vegas wedding was a sign of erratic leadership.”

I snort. “Ironic, since the wedding is the very thing that’s keeping the deal on track.”

“Exactly. But perception matters in investor circles, as you know.”

I nod, scanning the rest of the data. “What’s this?” I point to a notation about a meeting at a Manhattan restaurant yesterday.

“Weiss had lunch with your brother.”

My head snaps up. “Nico? You’re sure?”

Jake pulls up a surveillance photo showing Morgan Weiss seated across from my brother at an upscale restaurant in Midtown. “Positive.”

Fuck. That explains his erratic behavior, and complicates things exponentially. I’ve been trying to manage him while finalizing the deal, but if he’s meeting with Weiss...

“Do we know what they discussed?” I ask, though I can guess.

“Not specifically, but given the timing...”

“Weiss is using Nico to get inside information about the project,” I finish. “And probably encouraging his demands for a stake in the company.”

Shit. I told him my wedding to Tatiana is temporary. If he leaks that to Weiss, the deal is ruined.

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