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.

as I ran after him, “You need to leave right now! And you can keep your opinions to yourself, I don’t

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

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in my tracks, absolutely

me,

because of this? Why did he even care? He was

little piece of my brain whispered that this was a trap.

my eyes at Ashton, not letting him intimidate me as my temper flared up. He had some nerve coming into my

your

wrist tightly enough that it

at him, just as furious as he

I lied and jerked my hand

answer was short, concise, and clear; there was no room for

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

a whore. Just like

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

the police,” I pointed at the door, firmly. No hesitation, no second chances.

door, stomping in his boots. He threw the door open with more force than necessary and it hit the

NDA, Adelaide,” Ashton reminded me darkly, and

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

realized. Ashton was so different

my knees, no longer able to hold myself up, and clutched at the cold floor. Ashton had never

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

raced through my mind, and I pulled my phone out of my pocket. My hands were already. dialing the number

have time. Maybe he’d be mad at me

on the floor, leaning my head against the door as I

I muttered to

what about her?” Jenna snacked on a popsicle as she leaned over my shoulder, pointing at

I shook my head. I flipped the page taking in

just delivered the potential actors for the role of one of our female leads in the movie, but

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All of them seemed wrong for the job.

pointed at the blonde on

might overshadow our lead,” I

sighed, “You’re never going to pick a female lead at this rate.”

rolled my eyes as I flipped to the next picture but paused in

of familiar eyes stared back at

top was written,

in my personal life, no way was I going to let her ruin

production team’s really pushing for her to join the cast. I told them we could make her an extra or

asked, entering the tent

came

over my other shoulder and spat out,