Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

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“Where are we going?” I asked, a bit nervous as we passed the sign heading out of Las Vegas.

The drive was long, and the sun began to set. The air cooled down as it always did on desert nights. Without the neon lights around us, there was very little to guide the way down the long stretches of desert road.

I could only trust that Peter knew where he was going. Darkness surrounded us as we drove, the city’s lights fading into the distance behind us.

“Damon has a house not far from the city. He wanted you to stay there,” Peter said, gently. “Sorry about all this. I don’t want you to think I’m kidnapping you or something.”

“I didn’t, Peter,” I told him, my alarm growing, “until you said that.”

“Oops,” he chuckled. “My bad.” He tried to smile at me in the rearview mirror but my mind was racing.

I tried to calm my nerves throughout the drive. Honestly, I didn’t see why I had to live anywhere but in my own apartment.

Sure, it wasn’t the most comfortable since you had to take showers in cold water because the heater was broken and my neighbor liked to slip his “samples” under everyone’s doors but…

You know what, never mind. My apartment was a hole, but it was mine. I didn’t know how I felt about staying at Damon’s house.

I leaned my head against the car window, gazing through the tinted darkness. Above, I could see the stars so clearly. Like tiny twinkling diamonds in the sky.

I’d never seen so many before. I could count on my hand the number of times I’d left the city but it was nice to be able to see the stars. Eventually, my eyes shut as I dozed off, the coolness of the glass soothing me.

“We’re here!” Peter said excitedly.

I jerked awake at Peter’s claim, feeling like I’d only slept for a minute. The car pulled up to a large metal gate, a twenty-foot fence surrounding whatever was behind it.

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If I knew Damon, it was probably electrified or something. Anything to keep his life private.

A security guard dressed in black approached us with an unfriendly look.

Peter rolled down both of our windows and the unknown man’s eyes locked onto me before turning to look at Peter.

“Hey, Joe!” Peter greeted him like they were old friends.

Joe only grunted, that scowl still on his face.

“This is Adelaide. She’s the wife I was telling you about. You know, that one,” Peter hinted, not subtle at all. I would have to ask Damon what he’d been telling people about me.

Joe’s eyes looked at me, and he grunted again. I was beginning to think that was all he did.

“I know! Can you believe Damon of all people got married?” Peter laughed. “Anyway, Damon wanted her to live here for the time being, so you should be seeing her come and go as she pleases. Damon’s words, not mine.”

and go as I pleased. So, why did I have to stay here at all? What was Damon so worried about?

grunt and then turned his back on

a silly grin. The gates. began to open as Joe took his place in the

great. You should talk to him sometime, he has some wild

him, incredulously. Was he messing with me or just insane? Joe didn’t seem like he was

the house came into view, and I forgot all

It was huge.

massive. It had to be

was full of sloped angles and massive floor-to-ceiling

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desert-like gardens and the wooden panels between the windows, it was

wide-eyed as we drove around the garden platforms to the entrance. I

behind the house-in the middle of the garden. I bet the view from there was breathtaking.

Peter shrugged, nonchalantly. “Damon’s designs

mean he designed this?” I gasped

course,” Peter said and grinned at

of shock as we got out and Peter threw both my bags over his shoulder like they were

onto the floor with a grin, wiping his hands as he said, “Well, I’ll be sleeping over there if you need me.

“Peter!”

with dark brown skin appeared over the second. floor out of nowhere, a stern look on her face. She was a plump woman in a messy apron and had a very strong Spanish

Mrs. Rivas,” Peter muttered, ashamedly, grabbing

fierce hug, and I was afraid my ribs

clear that Mrs. Rivas’ first language was not English.

massive breath, trying to grin

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I knew what amor was. Was that really how he referred to me?

I’ll whip up something riquisimo for you!” Mrs. Rivas said as she kissed both of my cheeks and

as I could. “But I’m a bit tired

course, you are. There’s always breakfast. My finest omelet for you. I’ll have Rosie take you

covered my ears as Mrs. Rivas practically screamed out the name.

rushing from upstairs. Another woman appeared from the gardens, and I glanced

didn’t I hear her feet from

Seniorita,” Rosie called out with a smile. “I’m

young Spanish girl with a youthful glow to her. She was clearly just out of high school, still bright,

Miss Adelay to her

be happy too! Follow

built as she

gestured to one of the doors.

are! I’ll see you in the morning, Miss Adelaide,” Rosie grinned, then

before I entered the room and realized

It was Damon’s.

were immaculate, the desk in the corner was piled to the top with papers and pencils, and charcoal drawings were

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