I’ll Handle These Two Idiots Chapter 03

I’ll Handle These Two Idiots Chapter 03

She raised her hand to strike.

“Stop!” A man’s voice cut through the tension.

It was Bruno.

“Babe, what’s all this? You don’t need to get your own hands dirty.”

Bruno went straight to Tiffany’s side, his hands gently framing her face.

“You’re pregnant. You can’t get this worked up.”

His gaze swept past her to me, held captive by his bodyguards. His face fell.

“Blythe? What are you doing back in town?”

Tiffany frowned.

“Honey, who is she?”

Tiffany looked ready to explode, but Bruno quickly placated her.

“Babe, it’s nothing. She’s just the fiancée my family arranged for me. She’s been living abroad for three years, we barely talk. Don’t worry about it.”

Then he turned to me.

“Blythe, perfect timing. Let me introduce you. This is my girlfriend, Tiffany.”

I stared at him.

“Your girlfriend? And what does that make me? Did you forget we’re getting engaged next month?”

Bruno let out a short, dismissive laugh.

“Blythe, come on. We both know this engagement is just a business arrangement. There are no feelings involved.”

“Tiffany is pregnant with my child. She’s the one I want to build a future with.”

“From now on, we live our own lives. We just have to put on a show for our families.”

A laugh, sharp and humorless, escaped my lips.

“Bruno, what happened to your brain while I was gone?”

With Bruno backing her up, Tiffany’s smug confidence returned.

“No wonder you were acting so tough on the plane,” she sneered. “Turns out you’re just the arranged marriage. The one he’s stuck with, not the one he wants.”

“Honey, did you know she hit me on the plane? Look, my face is still red.”

Bruno frowned.

“She hit you?”

Tiffany glared at me.

“Honey, I want to slap her back.”

She raised her hand and started toward me, but Bruno caught her arm.

“She’s still a Sinclair. Don’t hit her. You could hurt yourself, or the baby.”

Tiffany’s eyes darted back and forth.

“Fine. For you.”

“Make her apologize to me. In front of everyone. Make her call me ‘Mrs. Santoro.’ Then I’ll let it go.”