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

Chapter 28

POV: *Adelaide*

The woman in the mirror was unfamiliar.

That was what I thought as I hooked the sapphires through my ears, securing them with the backs. They dangled from my lobes, the lights on the mirrors reflecting in the gems.

I hummed softly, tilting my head as I surveyed the stranger in the mirror. The strapless formal black dress with silver trim was beautiful, and it fit me like a glove, but it didn’t look like me at all.

“I knew it would look gorgeous on you.”

I flinched, spinning on my feet to find Damon behind me, leaning against the door with a heated look in his eyes.

“I look weird.” I sighed. “This dress isn’t like me at all.”

“No.” Damon said and shook his head, pushing off the door as he strode towards me. Our eyes met in the mirror as he wrapped his arms around. my waist, pulling my back to his chest.

“You look beautiful.” He pressed a kiss to my bare neck. The feeling of his lips on my skin made me go weak in the knees almost instantly. It was hard to believe this was happening. We’d been enemies for so long, but now I could feel myself falling hard for him.

I giggled, leaning my head back so he had better access as he trailed. kisses along my neck, his hands running up and down my waist sensually.

“We have to go or we’ll be late,” I reminded him.

“I’d rather stay in,” Damon breathed, his dark eyes meeting mine meaningfully. The desire he felt for me was on full display in his smoldering gaze.

I smirked, turning in his arms so we were face to face. “Sorry, but seducing me won’t get you out of this.”

“Who said I was seducing you?” Damon smirked back, leaning forward to kiss me. It was soft and slow and sweet and something that I could get lost in. I could easily allow myself to be swept away into his kiss but I knew better.

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“Sorry.” I whispered when we broke apart. “But I’m hungry, and we’ve got a dinner to go to.”

Damon sighed, finally relenting though I could see the regret in his eyes. as he let go of me. I brushed the wrinkles he’d made out of my dress, smoothing it down.

“Ready for hell, then, dear?” he said, sarcastically, offering his arm to me with a sly grin.

“Is Peter driving us?”

“Of course.”

yes, I am,” I smirked, “because I

“Same,” Damon snorted.

kept sending me disapproving glances as he tried his best to make conversation with the ever-silent

the devil himself would

a lot about my father. But I loved him dearly despite it

this dinner, not interested in playing politics with Ashton and

I finished off my third glass of red wine, already thinking of my

I whispered to Damon. “Cause this is doing nothing. I need something stronger to deal with

love you drunk,” Damon whispered back and chuckled.

sip of the glass of water

coming up,” my father said loudly and grinned at Ashton. “How are the polls

Ashton answered, with his diplomatic smile. “It is all

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I’ve made it this far.” He looked at her smiling.

smiled lovingly, laying her head on his

water. I didn’t get

little one to care for, as well,” Ashton glanced at

sons during the whole dinner, which was to be expected.

beautiful together,” my stepmother said as she smiled, sending a sly look to her daughter. I had no clue if she was in on their

And she always had big dreams for

my father agreed. I could almost see the cash signs

what they wanted to bring a baby into-this disgusting family who only thought of their own

horrified that I had ever thought of using a child between me and Damon just to

find out some other way to get the inheritance and prevent Corinna and Ashton from destroying my grandparent’s

father. I wouldn’t do

settled over mine, squeezing gently, and I glanced at Damon. He smiled softly at me, an encouraging

hand back to let him know I was alright. But he

together, and I was glad

support.

“Dinner is served!”

poured into the dining room

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much for the group of us

he knew all my favorites.

gratefully at him for it, and he returned it with a

“More wine, ma’am?”

came around, holding a bottle of bubbly.