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.

door as I ran after him, “You need to leave right now! And you can keep your opinions

Ashton said, refusing to look at

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halted in my

Ashton whirled on me, resentment

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

nagging little piece of my brain whispered that this was a

my temper flared up. He

any of your business?” I

my wrist

just as furious as he

I am.” I lied and jerked my

was no room

patient to me were filled with an ugliness I reeled back from.

“You are a whore. Just like your sister

snapped. I was not going to let him

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

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

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

to the door, locking and deadbolting it. My

I realized. Ashton

at the cold floor. Ashton had never spoken to me

if he would come back-if he would send someone

and I pulled my phone out of my pocket. My hands were already. dialing the

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

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

I muttered

she leaned over my shoulder, pointing at the photo of an actress.

the page taking in the images

one of our

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yet to come to a decision. All of them seemed

Jenna pointed at the blonde on page 23.

I said, glancing over her credentials,

going to pick a

the next picture but

familiar eyes stared back

enough, on the top was

was already tormenting me in my personal life, no way was I going to

for her to join the cast. I told them we could make her an extra or something, but they want her as a

Gabriel asked, entering

for our female leads came in,” Jenna said, biting into her

shoulder and spat out,