Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

Chapter 13

“I’m home.” I called to nobody as I dropped my keys into the nearby ceramic dish, shutting the door to my apartment behind me. I let out a breath, glad to finally be home.

Only silence answered me as usual.

My apartment was basic with minimal furniture and only a few photos hung on the fridge. The faucet leaked, the carpet was missing in some spots, and there was a dusty smell to it. But it was home.

I sighed, checking my phone for the hundredth time. I had not heard from Damon all day, and it was worrying me. He was the one that insisted we get started on having a baby soon, it wasn’t like him not to keep in contact with me.

I’d barely made it to my kitchen when I heard a firm knock on my door.

I frowned, warily grabbing the pepper spray I kept by the door at all times just in case. I thought it had been silly, but Damon had insisted on getting it for me.

Now, I was glad he did.

I held my finger on the trigger as I opened the door, and to my surprise, it wasn’t a burglar. “Mrs. Merryweather?” I asked, in surprise.

My next-door neighbor, a sweet old lady with a cheery disposition, stood at my door with a smile. “Oh, hello, dear! Did you happen to get my mail yesterday?” she asked, smiling kindly at me.

“Oh, yeah, I did.” I grabbed the mail from my side table, handing it over with a grin. “Here you go, Mrs. Merryweather.”

“Oh, you’re such a dear. Thank you!”

She left as quickly as she came. I sighed, shutting my door.

I threw the pepper spray on the table, feeling like an idiot. I headed to the kitchen, but again, a knock on my door halted me in my tracks.

I sighed. Who could this be now?

Mrs. Merryweather never stopped by more than once.

“Yes, Mrs-”

I threw open the door, but all the words I was going to say died in my throat.

It wasn’t Mrs. Merryweather.

It was Ashton. He was standing there smiling cooly at me.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice turning colder than ice.

Ashton sneered at me but didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed past me and entered my apartment. “Ashton, what are you doing? Get out,” I said firmly. The last thing I wanted was to see him.

“Still as small and ugly as ever,” he said about my apartment as entered without permission.

need to leave right now! And you can

“sshole?” Ashton said, refusing to look at

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in my tracks, absolutely dumbfounded,

me, resentment in

of instinct. Did he barge into my apartment because of this? Why did he even care? He was marrying my

little piece of my brain

not letting him intimidate me as my temper flared up. He had some nerve coming into my apartment and demanding things from me.

that any of your business?” I snapped.

growled, grabbing my wrist tightly enough that it

glared up at him, just as furious as

and jerked my hand out of his grasp.

clear; there was no room for hidden

kind and patient to me

Ashton spat. “You are a whore. Just like your sister said.”

but then snapped. I was not going to let him speak to me that

or I will call the police,” I pointed at the door, firmly. No hesitation,

the door open with more

the NDA, Adelaide,” Ashton reminded me darkly, and then he was gone,

the door, locking and deadbolting it. My legs felt weak

Ashton

to my knees, no longer able to hold myself up, and clutched at the cold floor. Ashton had never spoken to me that way before. I’d never

my arms around my shoulders, wondering if he would come back-if he would send someone next time. Who else knew where

of my pocket. My hands were already. dialing the number I had quickly memorized. I paused right before hitting the call- unsure if

he’d be mad at

my head against the door as I realized how alone I really felt.

Addie,” I muttered

she leaned over my shoulder, pointing at the photo

my head. I flipped the page taking in the images of dozens more women.

role of one of our female leads in the movie,

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yet to come to a decision. All of them seemed wrong

Jenna pointed at the blonde on page 23.

more of an action heroine. She might overshadow our lead,” I said,

never going to pick a female lead at this rate.”

I flipped to the next picture but paused in

familiar eyes stared back at

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pseudonym as a model. She was already tormenting me in my personal life, no way was I going to let her ruin my

“The production team’s really pushing for her to join the cast. I told them we could make her an extra or something, but they want her as a lead. It’s

up to her?” Gabriel asked, entering the tent with a

female leads came

over my other shoulder and