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

Chapter 13

“I’m home.” I called to nobody as I dropped my keys into the nearby ceramic dish, shutting the door to my apartment behind me. I let out a breath, glad to finally be home.

Only silence answered me as usual.

My apartment was basic with minimal furniture and only a few photos hung on the fridge. The faucet leaked, the carpet was missing in some spots, and there was a dusty smell to it. But it was home.

I sighed, checking my phone for the hundredth time. I had not heard from Damon all day, and it was worrying me. He was the one that insisted we get started on having a baby soon, it wasn’t like him not to keep in contact with me.

I’d barely made it to my kitchen when I heard a firm knock on my door.

I frowned, warily grabbing the pepper spray I kept by the door at all times just in case. I thought it had been silly, but Damon had insisted on getting it for me.

Now, I was glad he did.

I held my finger on the trigger as I opened the door, and to my surprise, it wasn’t a burglar. “Mrs. Merryweather?” I asked, in surprise.

My next-door neighbor, a sweet old lady with a cheery disposition, stood at my door with a smile. “Oh, hello, dear! Did you happen to get my mail yesterday?” she asked, smiling kindly at me.

“Oh, yeah, I did.” I grabbed the mail from my side table, handing it over with a grin. “Here you go, Mrs. Merryweather.”

“Oh, you’re such a dear. Thank you!”

She left as quickly as she came. I sighed, shutting my door.

I threw the pepper spray on the table, feeling like an idiot. I headed to the kitchen, but again, a knock on my door halted me in my tracks.

I sighed. Who could this be now?

Mrs. Merryweather never stopped by more than once.

“Yes, Mrs-”

I threw open the door, but all the words I was going to say died in my throat.

It wasn’t Mrs. Merryweather.

It was Ashton. He was standing there smiling cooly at me.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice turning colder than ice.

Ashton sneered at me but didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed past me and entered my apartment. “Ashton, what are you doing? Get out,” I said firmly. The last thing I wanted was to see him.

“Still as small and ugly as ever,” he said about my apartment as entered without permission.

not invite you!” I shouted, shutting my door as I ran after him, “You need to leave right now! And you can keep

Ashton said, refusing

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halted in my tracks, absolutely dumbfounded,

whirled on me, resentment

of instinct. Did he barge into my apartment because of this? Why did he

of my brain whispered that this was a

my temper flared up. He had some nerve coming

your business?” I

Ashton growled, grabbing my wrist tightly

at him, just as furious as he was.

I am.” I lied and jerked my hand out of his grasp.

there was no room

eyes once seeming so kind and patient to me were filled with an ugliness I reeled back

whore. Just like your sister said.”

snapped. I was not going to let him speak to me that way.

call the police,” I pointed at the door, firmly. No hesitation,

threw the door open with more force than necessary and it hit the wall- leaving

NDA, Adelaide,” Ashton reminded me darkly, and then he was gone, and the

locking and deadbolting it. My legs felt

was scared, I realized. Ashton was so

hold myself up, and clutched at the cold floor. Ashton had never spoken to me that way before. I’d never seen him so

would come back-if he would send someone next time. Who else knew where my apartment

out of my pocket. My hands were already. dialing the number I had quickly memorized. I paused right before hitting the

didn’t have time. Maybe he’d be mad at me for letting Ashton in, even though

the floor, leaning my head against the door as I realized how alone I really felt.

Addie,” I

her?” Jenna snacked on a popsicle as she leaned over my shoulder, pointing at the photo of

the page taking in the images of

of one of our female leads in the movie, but

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decision. All of them seemed wrong for

the blonde on page 23.

action heroine. She might overshadow our lead,” I said, glancing over her credentials, “Plus, she’s too young. She’s only

sighed, “You’re never going to pick a female lead at this rate.”

I flipped to the next picture but

eyes stared back at me from the

the top was

a model. She was already tormenting me in my personal life, no way was I going to let her ruin my professional life as well.

them we could make her an extra or something, but they want her as a lead. It’s up

Gabriel asked, entering the

leads came in,” Jenna said, biting

my other shoulder