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 to leave right now! And you can keep your opinions to yourself,

“sshole?” Ashton said, refusing to look

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my tracks, absolutely

whirled on me, resentment

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

of my brain whispered that this was a trap.

temper flared up. He had some nerve coming

your

growled, grabbing my wrist tightly enough that it

him, just as

and jerked my hand out

was no room for hidden meanings

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. Just like your

flinched, but then snapped. I was not going to

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

at me before heading towards the door, stomping in his boots. He threw the door open with more force than necessary and

NDA, Adelaide,” Ashton reminded me darkly, and then he was gone, and the door slammed

My legs felt

was scared, I realized. Ashton was

at the cold floor. Ashton had

he would send someone next

out of my pocket. My hands were already. dialing the

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

against the door as I realized

home, Addie,” I muttered to myself.

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

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

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

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a decision. All of them seemed wrong for the job.

at the blonde on page 23.

I

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

as I flipped to the next picture but

familiar eyes stared back at me from

enough, on the top

model. She was already tormenting me in my personal life, no way was I going to let her ruin my professional life

them we could make her an extra or something, but

Gabriel asked, entering the tent

leads came in,” Jenna said, biting into her popsicle.

looked over my other shoulder