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

Chapter 59

*Adelaide

Production on the movie had started about a week ago and Damon and I were better than ever. After my trip to Vegas,

we stayed there for an extra week to just recuperate. I had a different view and outlook now. I knew that Damon and I

would be fine at the end of the day.

But that turbulence that I had felt between us had hit hard. It had scared me enough to make me realize that even we

weren’t invincible to the effects of the outside world. So I was willing to be more disciplined.

After the dinner, we had spoken extensively about what we both needed from each other and to call out a safe word

when we felt like we were losing touch with each other. Mine was cactus and his was pineapple.

I was more than confident that this time we would take better to LA.

I had just wrapped up with Comic-Con when I got a text from my sister saying that she was flying out to LA to visit for a

little bit.

Corinna and I were slowly building our relationship back up and I would even say that we were friends now. But Corinna

and Damon still had a little frostiness between them. Well, if I was being honest it was more so Damon than it was

Corinna. He still didn’t trust her and I understood his reservations. But she was on her own and she was my family.

Me: What time does your plane get in?

Corinna: I’m actually already here

What in the world? There was something off and I knew it. Corinna was not a spontaneous traveler. She was very

particular and she liked to plan and curate things a certain way. So the fact she had just shown up here unannounced

meant that something was wrong.

I got into the new Range Rover that Damon had gotten for me after our little fight. I had told him it wasn’t necessary but

he had said since he made me cry it was the least he could do. When he did things like that I was reminded of exactly

who I married.

He was one of the richest men in America and he was my husband. The same man I cuddled with and who laid on my This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

chest like a little baby was one of Forbes’ most frequent faces.

It boggled my mind.

Me: Where exactly is, here?

Corinna: Your house

Oh no. That was the first thing that I thought of because the only person who was home was my husband. I prayed that when I got home the house would still be standing. I knew how those two could get sometimes. And when it got ugly it got really really ugly.

As if on cue I got a text from my oh so wonderful husband.

Damon: What is the wicked witch of the west doing on our doorstep?

I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of me at that point. What? Although I didn’t agree with how I interacted with my sister, their banter was hilarious at times-comical even.

Me That’s my sister, thank you very much

Damon: I know. But she’s still the wicked witch of the west. I could call the cops on her for trespassing, you know that?

Me: Damon! She’s a guest in our home.

Damon: Can’t we get her a hotel?

Damon: I don’t need to be waking up to the Grinch every morning. Imagine the jumpscares, Adelaide.

Me: Oh my God, don’t be dramatic.

These were the few moments where Damon broke his brooding CEO aesthetic and became like this whining baby. It was adorable really.

Damon: Do I have to let her in?

I nearly choked on my own saliva. Was this man serious? He had left her on the doorstep. But I guess that explained why my sister had sent me a slew of texts telling me that my husband was a Neanderthal.

Me: Damon let her in. She’s our guest.

Damon: I didn’t invite her and I know you didn’t either because you would have told me before you left for work today.

Damon: Right wifey? “eyes emoji*

Me: She just needs a little breather and to take in some new scenery.

Damon: Then we can put her in a hotel for new scenery. She doesn’t need to be in our home acting like some kind of couch surfer.

Me: You are so dramatic I swear. I’m coming home. Let her in and don’t kill her.

Damon: No promises on the last part.

I stepped on the gas and headed straight for my house. As I made my way down the busy LA roads I asked the heavens that I didn’t arrive to a house on fire and I meant that both figuratively and literally.

I cut my engine off when I made it to the front door entrance and hurried inside. I had been expecting to hear screaming voices or possibly the smashing of glass but to my surprise, all was calm in the Steyn household.

“Babe?” I called from the foyer. “I’m home.”

“In here,” he called from the living room.

I took a left and made my way to the living room only to find my sister and my husband sitting on opposite armchairs staring each other down. It was like I had walked into some kind of Mexican standoff.

Corinna was dressed in sweats, her hair a little all over the place and her sunglasses perched on top of her head. My

husband was dressed in slacks, a white button-down, and loafers. He looked so good in that chair I could just-okay now

was not the time to be thinking of sex. I had a possible fire to put out right in front of me.

“Rina,” I exclaimed. “You’re here.”

“Yes,” It was Damon who answered. “She is here. In my home. Why?

Well, at least he wasn’t yelling in her face. Maybe this was progress for their relationship. All they were doing was

holding each other’s scowls.

“This house also belongs to my sister.” Rina leaned back in her armchair. “And I have a casting for some shows and a

possible movie deal. So I just thought, since I have family in LA why not just stay with you guys? And I hadn’t seen

Adelaide in so long. So really, I need to stay here for her too.”

“That’s what FaceTime is for,” my husband fired back.

Whatever hope I had for a calm and easy night of talking was out the window. Once these two got going it was almost

impossible to stop them, they just needed to get it out of their systems and be done with it.

Corinna narrowed her eyes on her brother-in-law. “I see you’re greying in some areas, Damon. Looks like age is finally

catching up to you.”

“Come on now, Rina. You can do far better than that.” Damon was egging her on and for the life of me, I couldn’t quite

understand why. “That insult barely tickled me.”

They were egging each other. Trying to see who got under whose skin the most.

Rina’s frown deepened. “You’re annoying.”

“And so are you”, he fired back. “But for some reason I still tolerate you.”

ith you.” She i

“And for that very same reason, I put up him a wry smile. She then turned her attention to me and smiled so brightly

that the whites in her teeth nearly blinded me. She got up and practically jumped on me, enveloping me in a hug. “I

missed you, Adie.”

I circled my arms around her. “I missed you too, Rina. A whole lot.”

“I didn’t,” Damon muttered under his breath, throwing not-so-subtle shade toward my sister. I gave him a look over

Rina’s shoulder.

“Play nice,” I mouthed to him before smiling and winking at him.

He shrugged but I could see the slight smirk playing on his lips