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.

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

Ashton

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halted in my

Ashton whirled on me,

instinct. Did he barge into my apartment because of this? Why did he

of my brain

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

any of your

Ashton growled, grabbing my wrist tightly enough that it

at him, just as furious as he was.

I lied and jerked my hand out of

concise, and clear; there was no room for hidden meanings or other interpretations.

his eyes once seeming so kind and patient

are a whore. Just like your

then snapped. I was not going

police,” I pointed at

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

the NDA, Adelaide,” Ashton reminded me darkly, and

deadbolting it. My legs felt weak and my

scared, I realized. Ashton

and clutched at the cold floor. Ashton had never spoken to me that way before. I’d

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

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

Damon was busy. Maybe he didn’t have time. Maybe he’d be mad at me for letting Ashton in,

floor, leaning my head against the door as I

home, Addie,” I muttered to

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

flipped the page taking in the

delivered the potential actors for the role of one

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come to a decision. All of

the blonde on page 23.

seems like more of an action heroine. She might overshadow our lead,” I said, glancing over

pick a female lead at this rate.”

the

of familiar eyes stared back at me from

top was written,

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

rolled her eyes, “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.

Gabriel asked, entering

leads came in,”

shoulder and spat out, “No