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.

you!” I shouted, shutting my door as I ran after him, “You need

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

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I halted in my

on me, resentment

he barge into my apartment because of this? Why did he even care? He was

nagging little piece of my brain

temper flared up. He had some nerve coming into my apartment and demanding things

any of your business?”

Ashton growled, grabbing my wrist tightly enough

up at him, just as furious as he was.

jerked my hand

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

so kind and patient to me were filled with an ugliness I reeled

are a whore.

then snapped. I was not going to

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

in his boots. He threw the door

darkly, and then he

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

was scared, I realized. Ashton was so different suddenly.

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

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

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

he’d be mad at me for letting Ashton in,

on the floor, leaning my head against the door as I realized how alone I really felt.

Addie,” I muttered

leaned over my shoulder, pointing at

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

role of one of our female

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to come to a decision. All of them

at the blonde on page

might overshadow our lead,” I said, glancing

pick a female lead at this

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

stared back at me from the photo.

on the top was written, ‘Corinna Summers.”

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

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

entering the tent with a

actress list for our female leads came in,” Jenna said,

looked over my other shoulder and spat out, “No