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

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“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-”

plugged in the hair dryer. My wet hair pulled up into a towel to dry and dressed only in a bathrobe, I looked more like

was everything. That was what my mother had taught me.

the slamming of the front door, and I paused from talking into the phone.

I said, before hanging up. I turned in my seat as Ashton stumbled his way into the

growled, crossing my arms impatiently.

with a slight slur to his words. He moved toward me but lost his balance and grabbed my table to straighten himself up. The hair dryer crashed to the floor along with all of my makeup products.

my feet and ignoring the destruction

collapsing back onto the bed with a

practically had to plan this wedding

my money!” Ashton roared at me, his eyes bloodshot as he bared his

I thought he might hit

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

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still in his suit.

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

a good drunk. Not a nice drunk. Not

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

way I had planned. Even if I

said and did was fake. He

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 at me about

to get himself together. I never imagined Damon

hair, I glanced at the phone he’d left on the bed. He let out. a shuddering snore, curling, face-down in the

on me. Our relationship meant nothing

in a real relationship, my pride

his phone

opportunity was too good to

my bare feet on the carpet. I crept slowly over to the bed and snatched up the phone

glow, showcasing the standard

even bothered to change it

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swiped up, however, the phone locked out-a thumbprint

eyes, glancing over at the limp form of Ashton. What

right side up, and softly pressed his thumb on the screen’s

up and began to