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.

I shouted, shutting my door as I ran after him, “You need to leave

in love with that “sshole?” Ashton said, refusing to look at me.

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my tracks,

me, resentment in his

into my apartment because of this? Why did he even care? He was marrying my sister,

nagging little piece of my brain whispered that this

narrowed my eyes at Ashton, 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

growled, grabbing my wrist tightly enough that

at him, just as

I am.” I lied and jerked my hand

there was

stepped back from me, his eyes once seeming so kind and patient to me were filled with an ugliness I reeled back from.

Ashton spat. “You are a whore. Just like

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

I will call the police,” I pointed at the door, firmly.

boots. He threw the door open with more force than necessary and it hit the wall- leaving a large hole

forget about the NDA, Adelaide,” Ashton reminded me darkly, and then

it. My legs felt weak and my

was scared, I realized. Ashton was so different

cold floor. Ashton had never spoken to me that way

back-if he would send someone next

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

busy. Maybe he didn’t have time. Maybe he’d be mad at me for

the door as I realized how alone I really felt.

home, Addie,” I muttered to myself.

snacked on a popsicle as she leaned over my shoulder, pointing at the

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

for the role of one of our

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to a decision. All of them seemed

pretty,” Jenna pointed at the

of an action heroine. She might overshadow our lead,” I said, glancing over her credentials, “Plus, she’s too young.

pick a

to the next picture

stared back at me

the top

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

her to join the cast. I told them we could make her

asked, entering the tent with

list for our female leads came in,” Jenna

shoulder and