Chapter 41: Damage Control

(Alexander’s POV)

“I knew she was a waitress but you paid her to be your wife?!” my father roared.

I rubbed my temples, I was exhausted and tired and frankly stressed out. Ever since it had been discovered that Reagan and I had a contract marriage, it was just mainly about damage control. When Reagan and I had seen the story on TV along with pictures of the contract that I had drawn up and both of our signatures neither of us knew how to react. I had been both shocked and angry, angry because I had a hunch as to who had leaked it to the media.

I had told Reagan that it would be a good idea for her to stay home from school again not only because she was still sick but also because she would be hounded by paparazzi. In her sickly state, I’m not sure if she would be able to handle it and I feared that she might be hospitalized. She had been reluctant at first but had ultimately agreed with me that it would be the best course of action.