Chapter 8

Brayden's aggressive advances stopped abruptly. While they were on the way to the hospital, Lindsay found out about what had happened. Someone had posted on the Internet about how Scarlett wasn't the Yorks' biological daughter, and that she was just a fake heiress. Even though the Yorks spoke up to debunk the rumors, the person who revealed the information had produced a paternity test. They were very convincing. This resulted in an uproar online. Scarlett had tens of millions of fans on her social media, and her identity as an heiress was the key to her popularity. Now that she had been exposed for being fake, the netizens were furious about how she had lied to her fans. There was a barrage of abuse online toward Scarlett. She had never experienced such a thing, and she'd consumed poison in a suicide attempt. Brayden got off the phone with his public relations team just as the car stopped outside the hospital. After hanging up, he looked at Lindsay. He wasn't in a rush to get out. He commanded, "Lindsay, go and clarify to the public at once. Say that Scarlett is your biological sister." Lindsay scoffed. "Why should I?" "Because your clarification will be the most effective at this time," Brayden said impatiently. "The netizens won't believe it if the clarifications come from your parents or me. They'll just think that we're biased, and they'll feel sorry for you. You're the only one they'll believe!" Lindsay knew that. However, she merely snorted and shot back, "I'm asking you why I should do that." She was the Yorks' biological daughter, but they'd always chosen Scarlett. She was Brayden's legal wife, but Scarlett was the only one he had eyes for. She was the one who had had everything stolen from her, but Scarlett always acted like the victim and demanded that Lindsay give in to her time and time again. Brayden's expression turned grim. "Fine. I knew you wouldn't help for free." He pulled at his tie impatiently. "If you help Scarlett clarify, I'll do my duties as a husband in the future." Lindsay was surprised. "What do you mean by a husband's duties?" "Sleeping with you, of course," he said icily. "Don't think I don't know. You went to see that foreigner today to make me angry, so that I would sleep with you." Once his anger faded, Brayden had come to a realization. Lindsay loved him so much that she couldn't possibly be seeing other men. She had only said those things at the club to make him angry and jealous. What was laughable was that he had almost fallen for it. Brayden felt even more irritated at that thought. He said impatiently, "I'm telling you that I'll sleep regularly with you if you help Scarlett clarify. Are you happy now?" The blood drained from Lindsay's face. She looked up at him, and her voice almost trembled as she asked, "Brayden, what do you take me for?" He was actually using intimacy as a condition to negotiate with her. Did he think that little of her? Brayden felt a pang in his heart when he saw how pale Lindsay looked. He didn't know why he was feeling that way, but the feeling of losing control of his emotions irritated him. He completely lost patience and grabbed Lindsay's head, kissing her fiercely. As long as he slept with her, she would be sure to give in and help! At that thought, Brayden finally surrendered to the secret desire in his heart. He seemed to steal the breath from between Lindsay's lips, but he suddenly felt an intense pain on the tip of his tongue, followed by the taste of blood. Brayden let go of her abruptly and looked at her in disbelief. "Did you just bite me, Lindsay?"