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.

life anymore. But it didn’t stop my mother from reminding me how

about three loves of her life and neither one chose to put a ring on it. The only reason she kept me was because she had this delusion that eventually my father would change his goddamn mind, and embrace her and her child back into his life. As men age, they would have to

mother’s young and drug-influenced mind did to convince her it was wise to keep me? But I guessed she did get her return from her

was a sad and lonely spinster who had every intention of living off the daughter she despised with

life works?

but I couldn’t sense any

me to even be asking this 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

little smirk in her voice. “You need something from me? Wow, how the tables

teeth and used her real name, “you can

for me then? You know I don’t like to get nothing in return for my help.”

something from me. This was my mother after all.

She could never get enough of it. The only problem was that she could never keep it to save her life. She

she looked good then she didn’t care that she had no

woman wanted to fit into a lifestyle that she didn’t belong in. And I knew that it pained her that I was now in the

you ready. Angie?”

automatically crawled when she called me that. I hated that name but she knew I

freaking tell me

giving you 10,000 dollars. Try

her low grumble but I couldn’t work out what she was saying “Fine, 9 will

No freaking way! She was out of her

her off so much that she would

two.”

“Angie”