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

Chapter 62

“Adelaide

I sipped on my wine as I stared at my sister on the couch. We had decided that tonight would be the perfect night for at sister’s date. Damon had flown out to Dubai to meet a client and it was just us in the house.

I was growing increasingly worried for her after spending more time with her. She wasn’t speaking much about her flying out here early. I knew that it had to do with him but she just wouldn’t tell me and that was what was irking me even more.

I wanted to know the exact details so I knew how far to take my revenge. I was currently on the scale from popping tires to registering him as a sex offender in all 50 states and Canada. Was that slightly overboard? Possibly. But he had hurt my sister and I knew no limit when it came to the people that I loved.

“I can feel your eyes boring a hole into my skull, Adelaide.” She kept her gaze on the TV that was currently playing The Witcher. “Whatever you want to say you can say it.”

I reached for the remote and paused the TV. She turned to look at me, her gaze steady.

This was the first time I hadn’t seen her eyes puffy and red. She didn’t think I noticed but I did. I noticed more than she realized.

She was eating less and less and I could hear her crying at times when I came downstairs to get stuff. She would cry on the back porch or she would just sit in the darkness in the living room in the dead of night when she thought we were all asleep.

She was hurting and it pained me to see her this way.

“It depends if you’re ready to talk yet,” I stated, setting my glass of wine down. “I don’t want to push you. But I want to know

more.”

talk, it’s just that.” She licked her lips looking a little sheepish. “I tried Adie. I really tried to love that man. I was

cared about one thing and one thing only, himself. He had shown that

his soul is irredeemable. It’s not your job

at her nose. “I should be the one that is capable of

“But

you

only change when they want to, nobody can make them.”

she tried to hold back

she was feeling to go away. She didn’t

arms wiping away the stray tears that had fallen from her eyes. She looked up at me, her amber eyes shining with unshed tears.

you’re probably tired of listening

for letting your emotions out.” I grabbed her hand in mine. “I’m your sister, it’s what

I’m here for.”

She sniffed. “I’ve been crying for days over a man who doesn’t even love me and I’m not even entirely sure that I love

what you thought you would have with him and that’s entirely okay. You

and then let it go. Don’t hold onto any of the emotions too tightly. Allow them to

out a low laugh that was a cross between a sob and a

lame joke. “I’m creative. An artist. Being wise and sappy is a part of the job description. How else would

that but when she sobered the smile slipped from her face. “I’m

the moment I saw her face when she landed. He

no need to. “Am I doing the wrong thing

deserved you from day one and I’m sorry that he ever made you feel like crap but that isn’t

it for everything