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

love with that “sshole?” Ashton said, refusing

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in my tracks, absolutely

Ashton whirled on me, resentment in his eyes.

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

piece of my brain whispered that this was a trap.

my temper flared up. He had some nerve coming into

any of your business?” I

wrist

up at him, just

am.” I lied and jerked my hand out of his

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

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

are a whore.

then snapped. I was not going to let him speak

call the police,” I pointed at the door,

the door open with more force than necessary and it hit

me darkly, and then he was gone, and the door

to the door, locking and deadbolting it. My legs felt weak and my hands were clammy.

realized. Ashton was so different suddenly.

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

shoulders, wondering if he would come back-if he would send someone next time. Who else

hands were already. dialing the number I had quickly memorized. I paused

be mad at me for letting Ashton in, even

floor, leaning my head against the

I

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

page taking in the

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

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come to a decision. All of them seemed wrong for the

Jenna pointed at the blonde on page

of an action heroine. She might overshadow our lead,” I

sighed, “You’re never going to pick a female lead at

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

back at me from the

top was

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

one,” Jenna rolled her eyes, “The production team’s really pushing for her to join the cast. I told them we could

asked, entering

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

looked over my other shoulder and spat