After the Contract Marriage, I Drove My Brother-Spoiled Husband Crazy Chapter 2

On the first day of our marriage, I gained an entirely new understanding of my "brother-boy" husband.

He wasn't a cunning wolf; he was just... a rich man's clueless son.

Driven by the KPI his brother had set, he launched his "love pursuit" mission bright and early.

I was still dreaming of swimming with the Hermès bags my sister bought me when I was choked awake by a strong smell of burning.

Rushing to the kitchen, I saw Leonard, dressed in six-figure pajamas, staring blankly at an unrecognizable, charred object.

Next to him, the expensive German-imported oven was beeping furiously, spewing thick smoke.

"Leonard, what are you doing? Alchemy?" I was aghast.

He turned to me, two smudges of soot on his face making him look adorably innocent.

"My brother said that to capture a woman's heart, you must first capture her stomach. I was making you a loving breakfast."

He pointed at the black, unknown object: "This is French toast. It's just that the cooking time might have been... slightly over."

I looked at the "toast" that could double as a weapon, then at his innocent face, and fell into a deep contemplation.

His brother was a devil, and he himself seemed to be a few screws loose.

In the end, we both sat in the million-dollar kitchen, slurping instant noodles, for our first breakfast as a married couple.

"Wifey," he mumbled, noodles hanging from his mouth, "do you think my performance today managed to spark even a tiny bit of affection in you?"

I stared at him blankly: "Yes, it did, in a 'whatever' kind of way."

His eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Really," I nodded. "Right now, I want to pack you up and send you back to your brother, telling him this KPI is too hard, and I quit."

His face instantly fell, like a giant golden retriever abandoned.

"Don't, wifey, I can still try harder!"

I ignored him, finished my noodles, and went back to bed to catch up on sleep.

This marriage was becoming more of a joke every day, and I was the audience who couldn't laugh.

In the evening, both families planned a dinner, a sort of post-wedding homecoming gathering.

The venue was an exclusive club with absolute privacy.

Olivia came to pick me up, her sharp eyes scanning me like an X-ray the moment I got into the car.

"He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"Sis, you're overthinking," I yawned. "What could he do to me? He can't even toast bread."

Olivia snorted: "I wouldn't expect him to dare. What good could Arthur, that eternal iceberg, teach his brother?"

A thought sparked in my mind: "Sis, are you very close to Arthur?"

"Not at all," Olivia's expression instantly cooled by three degrees. "Just a business rival."

I felt something was off, but I couldn't quite pinpoint it.

When we arrived at the private room in the club, my parents and Leonard's parents were already there, the four elders beaming as if they could already envision the glorious future of our merged families conquering Wall Street and Nasdaq.

Leonard and I were made to sit together.

He leaned in discreetly: "Wifey, I'll peel shrimp for you later. My brother says girls like that."

I rolled my eyes: "Just don't feed me the shells."

Just then, the door to the private room opened.

My sister, Olivia, walked in, striking in a sharp black suit, her presence commanding.

Almost simultaneously, another man entered.

He wore a custom-tailored suit of the same color, his figure tall and handsome, but the atmospheric pressure around him was low enough to freeze penguins.

Everyone there, except Leonard, knew him—Arthur Hadley, the true power behind the Hadley family.

I clearly saw that the moment Olivia saw Arthur, a tiny crack appeared on her perpetually icy face.

And Arthur, upon seeing Olivia, his gaze abruptly narrowed, as if he'd witnessed something incredible.

The air instantly froze.

The smiles on the elders' faces also stiffened.

My dad and mom exchanged glances, while Leonard's parents awkwardly coughed.

Only Leonard and I, the two clueless ones, remained oblivious.

"Bro, why are you here?" Leonard stood up, surprised and delighted.

"Sis, I thought you said you weren't coming?" I was equally astonished.

Olivia ignored me.

Arthur ignored Leonard.

Their gazes, like invisible swords, clashed and fought fiercely in the air, sparks flying.

It was then that I belatedly realized...

The "business rival" Olivia mentioned.

And the "only brother" my husband spoke of.

They seemed... a little too "unfamiliar" with each other.

After a long moment, Olivia spoke first, her voice so cold it seemed to drop ice shards.

"Mr. Hadley, what a coincidence."

Arthur's thin lips curved into a chilling smile.

"Ms. Swift, no coincidence. I'm here for my brother's family dinner."

His gaze swept over me, then landed on Leonard, and finally, precisely fixed on Olivia's face, as he said, word by word:

"I didn't realize my brother's wife was... your sister."

Boom—

My mind felt like it had been hit by an atomic bomb.

I finally understood.

My sister's arch-nemesis.

My husband's own brother.

I... I... I...

I married my sister's arch-nemesis's brother?!

What was this? A marriage of convenience? Or an undercover mission deep into enemy territory?

I looked at my sister's murderous face, Arthur's face that looked ready to self-destruct, and then at Leonard, still utterly bewildered.

I felt like our four relationships were more tangled than a spider's web in a forgotten cave.

This dinner was beyond salvage.