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

Chapter 39

It was a sunny morning as I drove down one of the busiest of the Las Vegas streets. It was surprisingly crowded all the way through as 1 adjusted my sunglasses for the tenth time since I started driving.

The sun was bright and hot-a little too much of both as it beat down on me. The sudden heat waves were the things I hated the most about living in Las Vegas, but it beat a hurricane or blizzard any day.

I shifted lanes as I pulled off the highway and onto the familiar road before me. Kids were out playing in the nice community. It was a pricier neighborhood but worth it.

I smiled as I heard the familiar tune of the ice cream truck several blocks down, probably giving joy to the kids of Viewpoint Circle.

But ice cream and the heat wave were not what I was here for.

I pulled into the familiar driveway, shutting off my car as I stepped out, locking it with a click of the remote.

I glanced at the stones lining the pathway heading to the house, seeing four sets of handprints imprinted into the rocks.

My name was scribbled on one of them, hands far too tiny to be an adult.

It felt like I’d made those handprints in a different lifetime.

When I reached the door, I raised my hand to knock, but the door had already flung open.

Piers, my grandmother’s butler, stood there as stiff and unusual as ever.

“Good morning. Miss Adelaide,” Piers said in a monotone voice.

“Are you ever going to tell me how you do that, Piers?” I smiled, pulling off my sunglasses. “Cause I’d love to know that party

trick.”

“Practice, Miss Adelaide,” Piers said, his lips twitching at the corner in a way that I knew meant he was laughing inwardly. “Mrs. Hildebrand is waiting for you.”

He opened up the door, stepping aside as I entered. The place was spotless as ever, but the walls were quickly running out of

room

with a photo frame, old and new photos placed together. My grandparents’ walls were a shrine to every moment of our lives, and I never tired

on full display in this house.

me out of the house to the backyard where I spotted my grandmother kneeling in the dirt as she weeded the flowerbeds.

gardening gloves he offered to me. I used the same pair every time I came-a light purple with a

said before taking off into the house. I pulled on my

Come look at these lilies. Aren’t they beautiful?” she gushed, a

beside her.

in full bloom. The flowers

grinned. “Looks like your garden is

you mean,” Grandma laughed. “You

I did,” I laughed, leaning forward to pull at the weeds in the garden

me knowingly. “What did you really come here

with a pop, the force knocking me onto my backside. I laughed, discarding the uprooted

I that obvious?” I

dear?” Grandma smirked, pulling out a stubborn weed with one good, hard tug. I shook my

to grumble despite the smile on my lips. “You’re right,

I can’t share any details

it’s not,” I shook my

should be canceled entirely. Corinna and Ashton were against it from what I’d heard,

names into question which was unacceptable. My grandfather was a mellow man, and so was Ferdinand, Danon’s grandfather, but

jump

was just thinking.” I sighed, unable to believe what I was about to say, “if Grandfather truly

you mean?” Grandma

on how long she can make money that way. Especially with how bad she is at budgeting.” I said, nonchalantly. “So I was thinking maybe you

she turned to

beg your

dropping all pretenses as I glanced up at my grandma,

living on a low paying salary for years. Besides, I have Damon to take care of me if I need it. Corinna, well, I doubt there’s anyone on

my heart racing in my chest. I knew she

money. I never had.

Corinna, however….