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

Chapter 105

After spending two weeks in the hills of Geneva it was time for me to head back home. My grandmother had been a great help. She helped me to put things into perspective. I had been so blinded by the hurt and the pain that I couldn’t see past that.

All I could think about was the pain and her. But I soon realized that none of this had anything to do with us but more so with her. She was the number one culprit in trying to get us to split up and I had been allowing her to win.

The little ding went off in the plane and I removed my belt. I stared out the window and looked down at the clouds.

I was going back home. It felt like an eternity since I had been in my own bed. While my time away had been good, I missed home but most of all I missed my husband more. He was the center of my entire world and being this far away from him had been pure torture.

I was flipping through my phone when I got a text from my publicist, Fran. My heart immediately dropped when I saw the first few words.

Fran: I don’t want to upset you but there is a story that’s about to break.

I had a feeling I already knew what it was going to be about and I also had a feeling who could be behind this story leak.

Me: Tell me…

Fran: There were some pictures discovered of Damon and Angela. They look really comfortable and cozy at his office.

I knew it. There was no way that it could have been anything else. I had expected the confirmation of my suspicions to take me back into that little dark hole I had been in but instead, I found myself at peace.

Unlike before my emotions weren’t at an all-time high and I could see things as they were.

This was all Angela.

Me: Send them to me, please.

Fran: Are you sure you want to look at them?

And then she sent the photos. I knew that these had been set up. Even the way they had been taken. They were taken from inside the building and no one could access the inside unless they had access to get in. Even with the angle they had been taken from. Someone would have had to have been hiding in one of the offices to get that angle.

They were staged and my husband had been a pawn in her game yet again.

Me: Which magazine is it?’

Fran: The Scoop, they wanted a comment and I declined. What do you want to do?

Me: Leave it to me. I got this one.

This woman wanted to wage war on me. She wanted to wage war on my life but I would be damned if she got the better of me. I had allowed her to have too much free reign in my life and now it was time to put a permanent stop to her tyranny. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

When I walked into the foyer I was greeted by my sister. She enveloped me in the biggest hug and buried her head in the crook of my neck. She smelled like vanilla and pancakes.

She didn’t know how to cook.

As I pulled away I was about to ask her when I saw Daniel standing behind her.

“Daniel, you’re here,” I said, a little shocked. I turned back to my sister with a look that I was sure already told her what I was thinking. “Regardless, it’s wonderful to see you again.”

He gave me a curt nod. “Babe, I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”

My sister blushed and nodded her head. She waited for him to disappear away from the area before she gave her attention back to me.

“Don’t start,” she warned. “He’s in your room.”

That immediately sobered me up.

“How is he?”

“Like a wallowing ball of regret and depression. He doesn’t leave his room unless I make him.”

“Oka. Well, hopefully now that I’m here we can just put this all to bed.”

“Are you back?” I knew the way she said back meant she was asking if I was here to stay.

I nodded my head and gave her a small smile. “I’m back.”

“I knew you two would come back to each other again. You’re Damon and Adie. You’re inevitable.”

“Thanks, Rina.”

I moved toward the stairs and made my way to our room. After being apart from him for so long I wanted nothing more than to have him in my arms and kiss him.

By the time I was at the door, I was a mixture of nerves and excitement. I took one big breath in and then I let it go. I turned the key to the knob and walked into my bedroom for the first time in two weeks.

The lights were out apart from the lamp on my side of the bed. My husband was laying on his side staring at my side of the bed. His hand was stretched out on the pillow. His wedding band glistened against the light.

“If you’re here to force dinner down my throat I swear I will throw you off the balcony.”

“Seems a little violent, no?”

His head popped up so quickly, I worried that he would give himself whiplash or something. His eyes were wide with wonder as he stared at me. “Adelaide?”

He blinked a few times as if he could not believe that it was actually me. When he realized that I was in fact standing in front of him he hopped out of bed. I thought he would try and bolt my way but he paused. He didn’t move but his hand did twitch at his side.

I guess he wanted me to make the first move.

And so I did.

I walked into the room and shut the door behind me. I kept eye contact with him the entire time, I stared into his eyes which held both fear and

anticipation. The last time he had spoken to me I had basically insinuated the end of us.

I came to a halt in front of him.

“Hey.”

The word was coated in all the emotion I had been feeling the last few weeks. The tears pricked my eyes and all I could do was just allow them to fill my lids before I finally let go of the breath that had caught in my lungs.

“Hey, baby,” his hand twitched at his side. “Can I … can I hold you?”

My throat was all clogged up and all I could manage was a simple nod of my head.

He closed the minuscule distance between us and pulled me into his comforting hold. I melted into him loving the way my body just fit right back into his.

I don’t know how long we stood like that. It could have been seconds or hours. All I knew was that I felt safe and warm in his embrace. He felt like home.

When we pulled apart his mouth was already opening but I knew what he was going to say. So instead of allowing him to go on, I reached up on my toes and pressed my lips to his.

He didn’t respond to my kiss at first. But once the shock had worn off his lips moved against mine. The tingles traveled all the way up and down. my spine. Every single nerve ending in my body was electrified. I was suddenly, completely, and utterly consumed by this man.

How could I have ever thought of walking away? Having him in my arms. like this again made me realize just how much I had missed him. We were inevitable, him and I.

There was no universe where we didn’t come together. He was mine and I was his.

When we pulled apart I made sure to communicate all that I needed to say. There was no need for words.

“I missed you.” He leaned his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. “So fucking much.”

“I missed you too.”

No longer would I let the outside world trample over the most precious thing to me. The rumors would come but it didn’t matter. As long as I came out holding his hand at the end then I would be okay.

Now it was just time to deal with Angela and make sure she never entered my life again. Enough was enough. It was time to hit the kill switch.