The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 144

Brianna’s return brought no small amount of trouble in its wake.

The defamation case she’d started against Ramona was already in court, and Brianna’s responsibility was undeniable. The only way out was to rely on the Holt family’s deep pockets to settle things quietly.

During this period, Griffin had only one demand for Brianna: she was not to show her face in public, and under no circumstances could she reveal her relationship with Jotham. Whatever was going on between Brianna and Jotham would stay strictly within the Holt family walls.

To make things official, Griffin had a contract drawn up for Brianna to sign as quickly as possible.

Before the Holt family’s company went public, Brianna was required to cooperate with Jotham and the family, never doing anything that could harm their reputation. If she broke the agreement, she’d not only forfeit any claim to the family’s assets and lose custody of Milo, but she’d have to pay a hefty penalty as well.

But Brianna hadn’t come unprepared. She added an extra clause: once the company went public, her marriage to Jotham must be publicly acknowledged.

Griffin, wanting to keep Brianna in check, agreed and signed the updated contract.

Still, to keep a closer eye on Brianna, Griffin insisted she stay at the family’s old estate, rather than Jotham’s house. The reason was simple—Jotham was still Ramona’s husband in the eyes of the world. If Ramona came home unexpectedly, it would be impossible to explain.

Brianna didn’t object.

Griffin had already arranged for Milo to be brought over, and with staff on hand to help with the child, Brianna merely had to let herself be waited on. That very night, Brianna settled in.

Griffin had set her up in the master suite across the hall from Winnie’s room, meaning she’d be sharing with Jotham.

When Winnie found out, she was beside herself with rage. But Griffin, fed up with the whole situation, locked himself in his study and refused to see her, so Winnie could only go vent to Liliane.

If she couldn’t do anything about Brianna, the least she could do was keep her distance, right? But now Brianna was living under the same roof, her child in tow. How was Winnie supposed to carry on like this?

“If I’d known it would come to this, I’d never have let Ramona leave,” Winnie grumbled, her thoughts drifting back to Ramona.

No matter how much she’d disliked Ramona before, she was still a hundred times better than that scheming, shameless woman, Brianna!

“Even if Ramona hadn’t left, Jotham and Brianna are already married,” Liliane pointed out, leaning back against her pillows. She’d just taken a calming pill, letting out a long, shaky breath. The will left by her late husband weighed heavily on her, twisting her heart with grief.

Would the Holt family legacy really be ruined in Jotham’s hands? This was the life’s work of her husband and her son. How could she bear it?

“So we’re really supposed to accept Brianna?” Winnie could hardly stomach the thought.

“She has a child now. If she quietly supports Jotham and doesn’t cause trouble, what choice do we have? But that’s not what worries me…” Liliane’s gaze dimmed. “What happens next? We can’t keep the truth from Ramona forever. She and Jotham were never really married, so how do they get divorced? And if they don’t, how do we deal with Brianna?”

Liliane looked old and tired, her hands wrapped around a mug of hot coffee as she let out another sigh. She was already halfway to the grave—what happened after she was gone was out of her hands. As long as the Holt family continued to thrive, who Jotham’s wife was hardly mattered.

After a few pleasantries, Melinda gave Holden a subtle look, prompting him to excuse himself. Yancey, noticing his father’s expression, quickly followed suit, leaving Melinda and Fenton alone.

Fenton smiled at Melinda, his eyes crinkling. “You wanted to talk?”

Melinda smiled back, pouring a glass of champagne and handing it to him herself.

“Fenton, we’re family. We ought to see each other more often. Ever since Benedict passed, you barely come by anymore.”

Fenton gave a small sigh, taking a sip of his drink. “Just been busy, that’s all. You should take care of yourself, Melinda. I hear you haven’t been to Covington Group in ages. Are you really so comfortable handing over the company you’ve managed for over a decade to the younger generation?”

Melinda’s smile didn’t falter. “I can let go, but I do worry I’ll be pushed out altogether.”

“Nonsense. Ramona’s still green. Covington Group is in much better hands with you at the helm.”

Fenton’s words always sounded pleasant enough, but Melinda knew the truth: the more charming he was, the deeper he was plotting.

Years ago, she’d thought Fenton’s lack of interest in the company or the estate meant he was a simple, honest relative with no ambition, just content managing his own little domain. But ever since Benedict’s passing, she’d begun to see things differently.