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

Chapter 30

“This is your sister,” my father had declared one sunny afternoon. It had been a three-hour drive to get to the huge mansion that loomed behind him, his shadow falling over me and my mother.

The little girl clutching my father’s hand smiled brightly at me, wearing a pretty violet dress that probably cost more than my mom’s apartment.

“I’m Adelaide!” my new sister cried. With her bright eyes and sweet smile, I could almost believe that she was welcoming us, even that she was excited to see me.

But my mother’s nails digging into my palm reminded me of the truth.

“It’s their fault,” my mother would always say on nights when her glass bottles lined the floors. On days when she’d cry herself to sleep, calling out my father’s name between sobs.

When I meant nothing to her.

I always knew I had a sister. My mother never let me forget as she’d tell me the story over and over. How my father married the witch and left us with nothing.

It was their fault that my father could only visit us for a few minutes once a month. Their fault we had to live in an apartment that was falling apart. It was her fault I couldn’t wear a pretty dress like her but one my mom had fixed up from a donation box.

It was all Maelyn McNair’s fault. And her daughter.

Adelaide.

She was the reason I didn’t have a father to come home to. Why the other kids teased me about my clothes being mismatched, why I didn’t have pretty dresses and a garden full of flowers.

All the things that should’ve been mine were hers.

She had taken everything from me my entire life.

If the witch hadn’t died, we still would’ve been in that dirty place, outcasts despite being a daughter of the Hildebrands, too. And she dared to smile at me, like everything we went through wasn’t her fault.

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So that day, standing in front of my new house and my new sister, I made a silent vow.

I would take everything away from her. Just like she’d done to me. We’d see how she liked being the forgotten one. The outcast.

“–And the florist is arriving at eight in the morning with the centerpieces, but they wanted an extra fee to set them all up,” I complained loudly into the phone. “I know, it’s so unfair-”

pulled up into a towel to dry and dressed only in a bathrobe, I looked more like a

was everything. That was what my mother had taught

slamming of the front door, and I paused from talking into

you back,” I said, before hanging up. I turned in my seat as Ashton stumbled his way into the room, the sour

crossing my arms

his balance and grabbed my table to straighten himself up. The hair dryer crashed to the floor

this week you’ve been gone all night!” I shouted, getting to my feet and ignoring the destruction he’d just caused. “May I

back onto the bed

I huffed. “I practically had to

Ashton roared at me, his eyes bloodshot as he bared his teeth in a

moment, I thought he might hit me, but instead, he sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.

not in the mood for this,” he said bitterly and then

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still in his

the vanity. It was better to

drunk. Not a nice drunk. Not to me

the towel away from my hair, picking up my hair dryer off the floor. I glanced at Ashton and

I had planned. Even if I was taking everything

I was realizing that everything he said and did was fake. He wasn’t perfect in

he’d been or why. I could barely say a word to him before

patience to treat him like the child he was. He was going to have to get himself together. I never imagined Damon was the best of the two of them. But Ashton was proving that to be

the bed. He let

he was probably cheating on me. Our relationship meant nothing to either one. of us, after all. But I would like

in a real relationship, my pride wouldn’t allow me to

at his phone once

opportunity was too good to lose.

careful not to make a sound with my bare feet on the carpet. I crept slowly

glow, showcasing the standard background. How

change it from the default.

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swiped up, however, the phone locked out-a thumbprint

over at the limp form of Ashton. What he

lay the phone on the bed right side up, and softly pressed his thumb on the screen’s surface. He didn’t even stir,

phone now open, I snatched it up and began to scroll. First through his