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

Chapter 35

POV: Adelaide

I knew as soon as I answered Corinna’s call that she was up to no good. Besides insulting me, she was also very insistent about me coming over. Which wasn’t like her at all. She didn’t even like me.

“I need your help with the wedding planning,” she’d said. “Grandma said I should ask you.”

It was a lie, of course. I knew for a fact that Corinna would never leave anything unplanned this long and that Grandma would never tell her to ask me even if she did need help.

Grandma knew we didn’t get along, and she was always on my side. She never would’ve volunteered me like that.

But I agreed anyway.

I knew without a doubt this was about the photos of me and Damon that’d been posted all over the front covers of the magazine. So it didn’t surprise me in the slightest that Corinna would have something to say about it.

It took only a few minutes to get to the apartment, and by that time it was already nightfall.

“Addie!” Corinna smiled as soon as I opened the door.

I raised an eyebrow at her unusually friendly behavior as she ushered me into her apartment. It was a mess, as usual. I knew my father had hired a cleaning service to take care of it every couple of days.

Corinna didn’t do chores.

“It’s so nice to see you.” Corinna shot me a grin. I eyed her suspiciously, especially her casual clothing. Corinna never wore T-shirts. Especially not in front of me. She always tried to make sure she looked better than me at any given moment.

“What is this really about?” I asked, firmly, not buying into her excuses.

Corinna sighed. “I can’t get anything past you, can I?”

1 narrowed my eyes at her, crossing my arms as I leaned against the wall, even as she took a seat on her couch. Candles were burning-some kind of floral scent hanging in the air.

“It’s about Damon,” she said as she looked up at me with guilty eyes. “I should’ve told you this before you got married, but I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Bullsh*t. I knew she’d jump at the opportunity to hurt me. She was definitely lying.

“I don’t have time for this,” I scoffed, turning on my heel to leave. I didn’t even want to entertain her blatant lies. Just as I put my hand on the door handle, however, her voice cut through my thoughts sharply.

“Don’t you want to know the real reason we broke up?”

I paused, my heart beating loudly in my chest.

“Now I have your attention. Why don’t you take a seat, Addie?” Corinna smirked, crossing one leg over the other.

away, and walked

down on the loveseat and

“He’s just using you.”

eyes. “Couldn’t you come up with something better?”

time, but when I broke things

way he looked at me; he’d told me he loved me. I knew

glowered at her, wanting to spit every insult I’d been holding back for years at

snapped coldly, getting to my

shoulders to pull me back. “Let me

I shot at her

her mouth, ready to explain, there was a firm knock on the door. Corinna’s eyes lit up in

early,” Corinna muttered to herself then glanced up at

asked, bewildered. But Corinna wasn’t answering

the shoulders and pushed me toward the coat closet.

I growled as I caught myself on the coat rack.

said, firmly and then shut the

inside of the closet, with only a sliver of light coming from the crack under the door.

I could hear

I heard Corinna’s voice, then the sound of her leather couch being sat on.

voice of a man

shot up in

on earth was he doing here? Did Corinna plan this? She

us? Why did Damon even come despite

frowned. We hadn’t talked about this at all. I had no idea why he

such a shame you couldn’t have a proper wedding. I know our families

right. She was just mad she couldn’t interfere and ruin another of our events by overshadowing it with one of her own. She didn’t care one

don’t care,” I heard Damon snort, the leather shifting

pressed my ear to the door, hoping to catch more of their conversation but also dreading it

did he need this time? Doubts plagued my mind as I listened. I tried to silence them and just

Damon.

want to get married. I just did it to

it still

to make out the shadow of it.

chest, trying to soothe the wounded part

believed in Ashton

me. I hadn’t seen that coming either. I wasn’t the best judge of character, and apparently, I was

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