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

Chapter 89

“Angela

Who did that bitch think she was? I was not one to be messed with.

She wasn’t deserving of a man like Damon. She wasn’t up to his standard. He needed someone like me. I was a much better match than she was.

I needed to get rid of her but she kept interfering with my plans,

I pulled out my phone and thought for a moment, then dhaled a number that I really had no interest in calling. Of course, it was not picked up at first, so I hung up and called two more times and waited patiently

Eventually, she would have to answer. As expected, on the fourth try, someone finally picked up.

“Angela,” a female voice that sounded like nails scratching on the chalkboard greeted me. “Surprised to hear from you, little

che.”

I shivered at her referring to me as a “little one” in disgust, and 1 rolled my eyes silently at her fake enthusiasm. We both knew she didn’t care to hear from me anymore than I cared to hear from her

“Hello, Mother”

I did not speak to my mother very often. Well, to be precise, we never spoke if it wasn’t out of necessity. We were two very different people. Where she had favored the company of men and drugs I did not. She spent her youth sleeping her way through New York high society where she fell pregnant with me.

My father? He was Bill Gaverth, a wealthy man who had accumulated a fortune in the energy world. He also wanted nothing to do with the side piece that he only wanted for a good time. He paid my mother to get an abortion and when she refused he threatened to take care of her permanently. He would rather kill her than deal with her or her baby.

he was not in my life anymore. But it didn’t stop my mother from reminding me how I was the cause

delusion that eventually my father would change his goddamn mind, and embrace her and her child back into

some point, he might need a spare daughter he could marry off for some business arrangement. Who knows what my mother’s young and drug-influenced mind did

spinster who had every intention of living off the daughter she despised with every fiber

how life

I owe the pleasure?” she said, but I couldn’t sense

of her. I had promised myself that once I moved to the West that I would be done with her. But that was the thing about family, they always somehow sucked you back in. I guess it went both ways. I was sure she thought the same thing about me.

voice. “You need something from me? Wow, how

her real name, “you can either give me

know I don’t like to get nothing in

after all. She never did anything out of

never get enough of it. The only problem was that she could never keep it to save her life. She always used it on drugs or getting the new

what people thought. As long as she felt she looked good

lifestyle that she didn’t belong in. And I knew that it

you ready.

when she called me that. I hated that name but she knew I did, it’s why she always used

freaking tell

out of your mind. I’m not giving you 10,000

her low grumble but I couldn’t work out what

way! She was

so that I wouldn’t piss her off so much that she would hang up on me. “I will give

two.”

“Angie”