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.

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

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

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in my tracks,

whirled on me, resentment in his

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

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

your business?”

me!” Ashton growled, grabbing my wrist tightly enough that it hurt.

glared up at him, just as furious as he

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

concise, and clear; there was no room for hidden

eyes once seeming so kind and patient to me were

whore. Just like your sister

was not going to let him speak to me that

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

the door, stomping in his boots. He threw the door open with more force than

and then he was gone, and the door slammed behind

and deadbolting it. My legs felt weak and

Ashton was so different

myself up, and clutched at the cold floor. Ashton had never spoken to me that way before. I’d never seen him

wrapped my arms around my shoulders, wondering if he would come back-if he would send someone next time.

pulled my phone out of my pocket. My hands were already. dialing the number I had quickly memorized. I paused right

have time. Maybe he’d be mad at me for letting Ashton in, even

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

home, Addie,” I muttered

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

my head. I flipped the page taking in the images of

just delivered the potential actors for the role of one of our female

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yet to come to a decision. All of

pointed at the blonde on page

of an action heroine. She might overshadow our lead,” I said, glancing over her credentials, “Plus, she’s too

pick a female lead at

I flipped to the next

stared back at me from

on the top

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

her to join the cast. I told them we could make her an

up to her?” Gabriel asked, entering the tent with a

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

over my other shoulder and spat