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

Chapter 18

“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.”

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

grunt and then turned his back

bye with a silly grin. The gates. began to

sometime, he has some wild stories,” Peter told me as we drove inside.

glanced at him, incredulously. Was he messing with me or just insane?

and I forgot all about Peter or Joe. I stared open-mouthed out

It was huge.

mean, massive. It had to be the size of my

house was full of sloped angles and massive

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stone walls around the desert-like gardens

garden platforms to the entrance. I could practically see all the way through the house with

a massive swimming pool behind the house-in the middle of

really easy to build, actually,” Peter shrugged, nonchalantly. “Damon’s designs are really

designed this?” I gasped in awe.

and grinned at me.

out and Peter threw both my bags over his shoulder like they were nothing, simply walking

wiping his hands as he said, “Well, I’ll be sleeping over there if you need

“Peter!”

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

muttered, ashamedly, grabbing both of my bags. “This is-”

was afraid

that Mrs. Rivas’

let me go, I sucked in a massive breath, trying to

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knew what amor was. Was that

she kissed both of

“But I’m a bit tired

omelet for you. I’ll have Rosie take you to

Mrs. Rivas practically

called out, someone rushing from upstairs. Another woman appeared from the gardens, and I

I hear her

out with a smile.

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

Adelay to her room,”

happy too! Follow me, Miss

me about the house and how it was built as she

to

you in the morning, Miss Adelaide,” Rosie grinned, then she skipped away, light

the room and realized that this wasn’t just

It was Damon’s.

the desk in the corner was piled to the top with papers and pencils, and

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