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

Chapter 30

“This is your sister,” my father had declared one sunny afternoon. It had been a three-hour drive to get to the huge mansion that loomed behind him, his shadow falling over me and my mother.

The little girl clutching my father’s hand smiled brightly at me, wearing a pretty violet dress that probably cost more than my mom’s apartment.

“I’m Adelaide!” my new sister cried. With her bright eyes and sweet smile, I could almost believe that she was welcoming us, even that she was excited to see me.

But my mother’s nails digging into my palm reminded me of the truth.

“It’s their fault,” my mother would always say on nights when her glass bottles lined the floors. On days when she’d cry herself to sleep, calling out my father’s name between sobs.

When I meant nothing to her.

I always knew I had a sister. My mother never let me forget as she’d tell me the story over and over. How my father married the witch and left us with nothing.

It was their fault that my father could only visit us for a few minutes once a month. Their fault we had to live in an apartment that was falling apart. It was her fault I couldn’t wear a pretty dress like her but one my mom had fixed up from a donation box.

It was all Maelyn McNair’s fault. And her daughter.

Adelaide.

She was the reason I didn’t have a father to come home to. Why the other kids teased me about my clothes being mismatched, why I didn’t have pretty dresses and a garden full of flowers.

All the things that should’ve been mine were hers.

She had taken everything from me my entire life.

If the witch hadn’t died, we still would’ve been in that dirty place, outcasts despite being a daughter of the Hildebrands, too. And she dared to smile at me, like everything we went through wasn’t her fault.

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So that day, standing in front of my new house and my new sister, I made a silent vow.

I would take everything away from her. Just like she’d done to me. We’d see how she liked being the forgotten one. The outcast.

“–And the florist is arriving at eight in the morning with the centerpieces, but they wanted an extra fee to set them all up,” I complained loudly into the phone. “I know, it’s so unfair-”

pulled up into a towel to

was what my mother had taught

front door, and I paused from talking into

in my seat as Ashton stumbled his way into the room, the sour smell of alcohol fuming off of

I growled, crossing my arms

snapped with a slight slur to his words. He moved toward me but lost his balance and grabbed my

gone all night!” I shouted, getting to my feet and ignoring the destruction he’d just caused. “May I remind you that we are getting married in

collapsing back

you?” I huffed. “I practically had

his eyes bloodshot

might hit me, but instead, he sighed, rubbing a

the mood for this,” he said bitterly and then fell onto the

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still in his

my seat at the vanity. It was better to just let him sleep off the

good drunk. Not a nice drunk.

hair dryer off the floor. I glanced at Ashton and then

planned. Even if I was taking everything from Adelaide.

like a prince, but I was realizing that everything he said and did

to speak to him and leaving for long periods at night, without telling me where he’d been or why. I could barely say a word to him before

child he was. He was going to have to get himself together. I never imagined Damon was the best of the two

the phone he’d left on the bed. He let out.

texting someone lately. I knew he was probably cheating on me. Our relationship meant nothing to either one. of us, after all. But I would like to know where he’d

a braid. Even if we weren’t in a real relationship,

his phone

opportunity was too good to lose.

to my feet, careful not to make a sound with my bare feet on the carpet.

up in a blue glow, showcasing the standard background.

to change it from

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however, the

eyes, glancing over at the limp form of Ashton.

pressed his thumb on

to scroll. First through his contacts and then,