Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 99

"No need, I've already got—"

Stellan cut her off. "I don't make a habit of spending a woman's money. Take it. From now on, any household expenses go on this."

"We're getting married, aren't we? What's mine is yours."

Sunny thought to herself, Yeah, but what's mine isn't exactly yours.

Not that her meager savings amounted to much anyway.

She didn't argue further. After all, there'd be plenty of times she'd need his backing in the future; one extra credit card didn't matter. And this card would only ever be for family expenses.

Walking out of his house, Sunny felt like she was floating. Was it really this simple? Just like that, it was settled. Soon, the "spouse" blank on her forms would say Stellan. The thought left her dizzy as she slipped into her car. She sat for a while, trying to clear her head, before finally starting the engine.

Inside, Stellan stood by the tall windows, watching her drive away. The smile tugging at his lips grew impossibly wide.

—

At exactly ten, Sean welcomed his daughter into his office.

"Well, well, Sunny, you're here."

This time, his tone was a world apart from the last.

Sunny made a soft, unimpressed sound and took the same seat as before. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

Sean forced a smile, doing his best to keep his cool. "Sunny, turns out your old man was right about a few things."

"The five percent of the company your grandmother left you—it's yours now. Once you get married, it'll be part of your dowry. Sound fair?"

Sunny let out a short laugh. "Dad, that was always mine. Whether you mention it or not, it's already under my name."

Sean faltered, caught off guard.

"Of course, I never said it wasn't yours. If there's anything else you want, just tell me. But about Ms. Quinn…"

"Sunny, the company's stock is dropping. That's not good for you either, is it?"

Sunny drummed her fingers on the table, thinking. "You're not wrong, but if you think I'll just accept a half-hearted apology, think again."

"Sunny, you know I won't just hand over ten percent just because you withdraw the case."

Sunny shrugged again. "Of course not. But I want it in writing, preferably notarized. Otherwise, how can I be sure you'll keep your word when I've done my part?"

Sean hesitated, uncertain what she was plotting. Would Tristan even agree to marry her again? Still, if he did, it would solve a lot for the company.

"Fine. You have my word—on all three conditions."

Sunny stood. "Thanks, Dad. Let me know when you've fulfilled everything. I'll come by to check."

She turned to leave, her smile fading as she walked out.

She wanted those shares—and the man Chloe had her eye on? She'd take him too.

As for Luna, from now on, she'd have to call Sunny "aunt."

Everything Sunny used to scorn, she wanted now—and she wouldn't let anyone stop her.