My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 91: Too Good For Me

The persistent ringing of the doorbell jolted Cammy awake. Without even checking the monitor, she rushed to the door just to put an end to the noise.

"Greg! What the hell? Did you really have to ring it a dozen times?!" she snapped, glaring at him.

Greg simply grinned and held out a cup of coffee. "Just wanted to make sure you’d wake up."

"Oh, trust me, I was going to wake up. That doorbell is loud enough to raise the dead," she huffed.

"Well, now I know—since you practically sprinted to the door," Greg teased. "Aren’t you going to invite me in?"

Cammy rolled her eyes. "Fine, come in..."

Greg walked straight to the dining table and set down a plastic bag. "I brought breakfast. Lucky for us, my favorite bakery opens early."

"Next time, text me before you show up unannounced," Cammy muttered as she peeked into the bag, inspecting the assortment of pastries Greg had brought.

Greg frowned, tilting his head in confusion. "But I told you last time—I’d pick you up Friday morning. You didn’t need to bring your car since we’re heading to Dylan’s school together later, remember?" novelbuddy.cσ๓

Cammy sighed, rubbing her temple. "Yeah, I remember. But things have changed—my mom is here, and she doesn’t know anything about you yet."

Greg’s brows lifted in surprise before he quickly stretched his neck, scanning the living room for any sign of Monica. Seeing no one, he leaned in slightly. "Wait... does that mean I need to sneak out the window if she wakes up?" he asked with a smirk.

Cammy rolled her eyes. "No, idiot. It just means I wasn’t ready for you to meet her yet."

Greg chuckled, unbothered. "Well, I’m already here. Might as well make a good first impression."

"She’s not here now, but she stayed over the other day and had nothing but complaints," Cammy said, shaking her head. "Yesterday, she made me drive her to her friend’s house and decided to stay there because, apparently, my bed wasn’t up to her standards."

Greg leaned forward, his expression sharpening. "So... you told her you’re alive?"

"No, Duncan did," Cammy sighed. "And I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason she showed up. Now that I’m back, Duncan can’t easily take over my father’s company, so of course, he ran straight to my mother—his biggest supporter. She adores him more than she’s ever cared about me or Dylan."

Greg’s jaw tightened. "Is she going to be a problem for us?"

"Without a doubt," Cammy scoffed. "She met Ric and was practically swooning over him. She’s probably already setting her sights on making him her next son-in-law, and knowing her, she wouldn’t hesitate to throw me at him just because she watches his shows."

Greg, who had just taken a bite of his bread, stopped mid-chew. Raising an eyebrow, he stared at her. "Wait, hold on—your mom met Ric? When did this happen? And why him... and not me?"

"I panicked, okay?" Cammy admitted. "She showed up at the office, furious about me faking my death and not telling her. I needed someone to diffuse the situation, and Ric was the best option. She’s a huge fan of his shows, so I knew she wouldn’t stay mad for long if I took her to see him. Plus, she was hungry, and fancy restaurants are her weakness."

Greg exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. "I could’ve taken her to a fine dining restaurant too. I could’ve bought her an expensive gift, let her stay in the mansion, and made it clear that I’m here for both you and Dylan. I could have shown her just how wealthy I am and reassured her that her daughter would get her life back—with me."

He paused, his voice growing heavier. "Did that ever cross your mind, Cammy? We signed the deal, yet the first person you turned to when you were in trouble was Ric. What am I to you, then?"

Cammy sighed, rubbing her temples. "I know, I know—I’m sorry, okay? I was just scared to introduce you to her. My mom isn’t like a normal mother, Greg. She only thinks about herself. She’s greedy, obsessed with money, and will do whatever it takes to get what she wants."

"Then let me spoil her," Greg suggested, his eyes gleaming with determination. "If she sides with Duncan because of his money, I’ll make sure she sees that I can offer more. I’ll give her everything she wants—luxury, status, security. If that’s what it takes to bring her to our side, why not?"

Cammy frowned, crossing her arms. "Why are you doing this, Greg? This isn’t part of our contract. My mother is my responsibility, not yours. Let me handle her."

Greg leaned in slightly, his tone firm. "Cammy, we’re in this together. Your problems are my problems. If she poses a threat to our plan, I can’t just sit back and do nothing." He straightened, his gaze unwavering. "Introduce me to your mother as your boyfriend. I’ll make my intentions clear—I plan to marry you."

Cammy’s breath hitched, caught off guard by his bold declaration. "I-I don’t think that’s a good idea..."

Greg’s expression darkened slightly. "Why not?"

"Because it’s never going to happen," Cammy sighed. "If we tell her that, she’ll latch onto the idea, and when it doesn’t work out, she’ll blame me. She’ll accuse me of ruining my own chance at marrying a billionaire like you. Then, once again, I’ll be the disappointment—the daughter who threw away a golden opportunity."

Greg let out a low chuckle, making Cammy narrow her eyes. "You’re overcomplicating things. The solution is simple—if she wants us to get married, then let’s get married," he said with a smug smirk.

Cammy scoffed. "Greg, stop joking. Marriage isn’t something to play around with." She took a sip of her coffee, trying to ignore the way her heart raced.

"I’m not joking," Greg said, his voice quieter but firm. "I don’t just throw marriage around like it’s nothing. You should know that by now." He leaned forward slightly, holding her gaze. "The real question is—are you in denial, or are you just too blind to see what’s right in front of you?"

Cammy froze, gripping her cup a little tighter. She searched his face, looking for a trace of insincerity but found none. Her heart pounded as she thought, ’I’m not denying anything, Greg... You’re just too good for me.’