Accidentally Married to the Billionaire 3(49)
“I’m going to resurrect from the dead and kick her scrawny ass,” Marj said.
Brandon chuckled. “She can’t win anyway. She would have to wait for the investigation from the plane crash. But I just want to see her face when she sees your face.”
“Me too.” She brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. “Hey, how many people actually get a ‘fake’ marriage and a fake death all in the same year?”
Brandon laughed. “Only you, Marj. Only you.”
They both burst out in laughter.
***
They walked to the office and the door was closed. They could hear Lena discussing everything with the attorney in charge of the will.
Brandon squeezed Marj’s hand with a huge smile. “Ready?”
She grinned.
They both burst in.
Lena gasped, followed by the attorney. She wore a black, slinky dress that glued to her curves and black stilettos.
“What the hell?” Lena shouted. “You were presumed to be dead.”
Marj held up her hands in mock surrender. “Surprise!”
Her jaw dropped.
“Is something wrong, Lena? You look like you saw a ghost.”
She let out a trembling breath. “How is this possible?”
“I look pretty good for a dead person, huh?” Marj asked.
“No! This can’t be true!”
“What? No tears of happiness? Oh, come on! I at least deserve some tears that I’m alive. Maybe some sobbing. Or, uh, maybe fainting? A hug? Just something. Anything. Show me what you have. Just throw it right at me. Show me those acting skills of yours.”
“How is this even possible?” Lena asked confused.
“I’m taking it that a big bear hug is off the table. Because me and Brandon both placed bets. And I bet you’d hug me as tears dripped down your face.”
“Fat chance!”
“Hey! That’s what Brandon said you’d say. Damn it! Now I owe him ten bucks!”
Brandon smirked.
“Are you like some kind of modern day Lazarus?” Lena asked.
“No, because technically, I didn’t come back from the dead,” Marj said. “You see, I never died.”
“I thought you were dead, Marj.”
“You’ve made a ‘grave’ mistake.”
“Was this some elaborate hoax?” she asked.
“No, not at all. I was mistakenly declared dead.”
Shock and disbelief washed over Lena’s face. “But the papers, and CNN, and Fox News said…”
“You can’t believe everything you hear. Besides, I’m too stubborn to die.”
“I can honestly attest to that,” Brandon said with a smile.
Marj playfully nudged him. “Stop. You love my stubbornness.”
They both chuckled.
“Anyway,” Marj said. “I think I took the mistake in good humor. I even got an email from People magazine asking me to pose for an article.”
“You didn’t tell me that, sweetheart,” Brandon said.
“Well, dear. Check your email. I forwarded it to you.”
“I think emails are the last thing on my mind. I can’t stop thinking about how I almost lost you.”
Marj kissed him on the lips. “Don’t worry. I love you. I’m right here, and I’m never going away. I’m here forever. You know that.”
“Your lovey dovey act won’t work on me,” Lena said.
“I can’t live without you,” Brandon said touching Marj’s face. “Please don’t ever scare me like that again.”
“Never.”
“I love you so damn much,” he said.
Lena huffed.
“You probably think I paid to have your flight crash,” she said.
Marj looked at her. “I wouldn’t put it past you.”
“I had nothing to do with that. I just thought it was an unfortunate accident and I jumped on it.”
“Obviously! I’m not even dead and put in the ground, and you’re already contesting the will! At least, give it a few days to absorb the shock of my untimely passing. And damn it, try to look a little bit more sad. Squirting eye drops in your eyes will do wonders for giving you that sad, tear-stained face. Or are you saving that little trick for when the press is around?”
Brandon patted Marj’s hand. “Now come on, honey. Give credit where credit is due. She did wear all black for the occasion.”
“Well, she obviously doesn’t know me that well. I always said I wanted no black mourning clothes, only bright colors.”
“Like those bright red, suede sandals you have?” Brandon said.
“Exactly. I want everything nice and bright, including everyone’s lips and nails.”
“What a colorful funeral,” Brandon said.