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-”

vanity stared back at me as I plugged in the hair dryer. My wet hair pulled up into a towel to dry and dressed only in a bathrobe,

That was what my mother had taught me.

slamming of the front door, and I paused

I said, before hanging up. I turned in my seat as Ashton stumbled his way into the room, the sour smell of alcohol fuming off

growled, crossing my arms

his balance and grabbed my

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

know that!” Ashton yelled, collapsing back

practically had to plan this wedding

eyes bloodshot as he bared his teeth

hit me, but instead, he sighed, rubbing

mood for this,” he said bitterly

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still in his suit.

uncomfortably and took my seat at the vanity. It

not a good drunk. Not a nice drunk. Not

pulled the towel away from my hair, picking up my hair dryer off the

Even if I was

prince, but I was realizing that everything he said and did was fake. He wasn’t perfect in the slightest; he

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 he’d start screaming

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

glanced at the phone he’d left on the bed. He let out. a shuddering snore,

Our relationship meant nothing to either one. of us, after

hair into a braid. Even if we weren’t in a real relationship, my pride

his phone once more.

opportunity was too good to

to make a sound with my bare feet on the carpet. I crept slowly over to the bed and snatched up the phone quickly.

blue glow, showcasing

hadn’t even bothered to change it

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up, however, the

at the limp form of Ashton. What he didn’t

the bed right side up, and softly pressed his thumb on the screen’s surface. He didn’t even stir, much to

now open, I snatched it up and began to scroll. First through his contacts and then, through text messages.