Chapter 44
Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover
Chapter 44
âIâm sorry.â
My continued whispered apologies meant nothing to the dark purple splotches blooming across her
bare back but I said them anyway.
I brushed her hair away from her shaking shoulders, kneeling on the floor of the bathroom as the soapy
bathwater spilled over the edge of the tub and onto my pants. I didnât care one bit. I only saw how much
she was still trembling.
Her whole body shook like a leaf in a windstorm even as we were miles away from where Iâd left him,
unconscious and bleeding on the floor of her old apartment.
âI donât want to go back.â was the only thing she had whispered to me when we got home. Her voice
was hoarse from the tears she had run out of hours ago.
âOkay.â I agreed, easily. I never wouldâve let her anyway. âIâll hire someone to get your stuff out, move
everything over here. Okay, baby?â
She nodded, silent as a mouse, and didnât speak another word.
I dipped my hand into the warm water, washing her back. The bruises against her pale skin were a
reminder of the violence he had used against her. Her wrists were the same color, and I carefully
parted her hair, avoiding the massive lump on the
back of her head.
The pinkish water was warm, but it wouldnât be for much longer.
I was lucky Mrs. Rivas was a retired nurse. Sheâd been shocked to be called out of bed this late at
night, but there wasnât any choice.
She assured me that Addie was okay, just a mild concussion. Her nose wasnât broken, but I was still
careful not to splash any water around her face.
Sheâd insisted on me staying with her for her bath, and despite my reservations, I could never deny her
anything she wanted. On some level, it felt good to be needed by her but not like this.
Never like this.
The scene of what had happened lingered in my mind, an ever-reminder of how late I almost was. If I
hadnât gotten there in timeâ¦
I wanted to kill him.
I wanted to pound my fists into his face until he didnât have a face left. Until there was nothing left of
him but dust.
He deserved the worst, and I was going to do whatever I had to do to make sure he got it.
I nearly did. Until I heard her soft sobs through my bloody fists, my pounding fury, and my reckless
hatred for my brother. Never before had I wanted someone dead but Ashtonâ¦..
I wouldnât have lost a wink of sleep over him.
But Addie came first. She always came first.
I poured the strawberry-scented shampoo into my hands, rubbing it into her hair in soft circles. She
leaned her head back, allowing me better access to her hair. I was gentle, especially around the large
lump.
âOkay, dip your head for me,â I told her gently, as soft as I could be. She scooted forward in the tub,
laying back until her hair was under the water. As I rinsed it out, I glanced at her face.
Her eyes were closed, and if it wasnât for the violently blue bruise around her nose, I could almost
assume it had never happened. Her arms were wrapped around herself tightly, still curled up like she
had been since Iâd carried her out of that
hellhole.
âYouâre all clean now,â I told her gently as she raised her head out of the tub. âBetter get out before the
water gets cold.â
Addie nodded obediently, letting me help her out of the tub, dry her off, and get her into the fuzzy
bathrobe Mrs. Rivas had prepared for her.
But still, she didnât say a word.
Not as I helped her dress in pajamas, not as I begged her to eat a few bites of Mrs. Rivasâs dinner, not
even as I took her outside to sit by the pool.
We sat on the edge of the pool, our feet in the cool water as I held her hand tightly, holding her close to
me. The smell of the warm tea Mrs. Rivas had brewed for us was nice company but there was still a
distance between us I couldnât break.
âIâm sorry. Addie,â I confessed, staring up at the stars above us. âIf I had neverâ¦I didnât mean anything
that I said when I was drunk.â
She hummed, barely a whisper from where her head was tucked into my shoulder. There was no
answer, but I could feel the tightening of her hand in mine.
âDo you remember when we first met?â I asked, quietly.
âKindergarten?â she murmured into my skin, barely audible. âYou threw ice cream in my face.â
I chuckled, fondly remembering the memory. âOnly after you punched me in the stomach, Addie.â
âYou stole the black crayon.â
âOh, yes. And that totally deserved being sucker punched,â I smiled, glancing down at her. Even tucked
to my side and buried in my shoulder. I could see the small smile on her lips.
âThat wasnât what I was talking about, though.â I said, my heart thumping as I gazed back up at the sky.
I could see the constellations easily this far away from the city, tracing them with my eyes as I waited
for her answer.
She pulled back, a frown on her lips as she gazed at me questioningly.
I could only see the little girl with bright eyes whoâd stolen my heart and never given it back.
I caressed her cheek, letting the memory come to me.
âIt was a long time ago, before we were in school together,â I whispered to her. âMy father had hit me
again, and Iâd run away into the gardens. You snuck over the gate and found me.â
âI donât remember that,â she said, quietly.
I smiled, âIt was the first time someone was concerned about me after my mom died. Iâll never forget
what you did for me that day.â
âWhat did I do?â she mumbled, curious.
âYou gave me a magic spell.â
âMagic?â
Her nose wrinkled up as she sent me a disbelieving glance, âThereâs no such thing as magic.â
âI disagree. You taught me a real spell,â I told her with a grin.
âProve it,â she challenged, that fiery glint shining in her eyes.
âOkay,â I agreed easily. I couldnât wipe the smile off my face if I wanted to.
I leaned forward, pressing a soft and tender kiss to the tip of her nose. I pressed my forehead against
hers, closing my eyes as I wished with all my heart.
âPain, pain, go away.â
I opened my eyes, smiling brightly at her..
Adelaideâs eyes were wide as she stared at me in shock. She brushed her hand across my cheek, a
look of awe on her face.
âThat was you?â she whispered. âIn the gardens? I thought it was a dream.â
âIâve loved you since that day.â I confessed, bearing my heart open for her. âMore and more every day.
You were the light that gave me a reason to keep moving forward. Iâm sorry for being an *sshole to you
when we were kids and for yesterday. I never meant any of it.â
A small smile crossed her lips as she gazed at me with shiny eyes. More beautiful than the moon and
the stars, she was everything I could ever want.
âCan you forgive me?â I asked, pressing a kiss to her palm and waiting patiently for her answer.
âIâm sorry you had to wait so long for me,â Addie murmured. âYouâre already forgiven. Damon.â
Under the moonlight, our lips met with no other words spoken between us. We didnât need them. There
were no doubts left. She was mine, and I was hers. Forever.
After twenty years of being in love with her one-sidedly, I finally knew she loved me too.
When we broke apart, Adelaide frowned.
âWhat are we going to do about Corinna andâ¦â she shuddered before saying, âAshton? This whole
thing has gone too far.â
I sighed. I knew she was right.
âYour safety is my first priority.â I told her firmly. âBut I will speak to my father in the morning to see what
can be done.â
âThank you,â she smiled, sighing as she leaned her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around
her, pulling her close.
We were home.
POV: Adelaide
âFifteen minutes tops,â Damon said, firmly. He glanced at the silk gloves on my arms, no doubt trying to
see through them and to the purple bruises underneath.
I was lucky my bruises were able to be hidden under my clothing, and my sore nose was hidden under
makeup. Mrs. Rivas. was a genius with a mascara wand, and I was beginning to think there was
nothing she couldnât do.
âFifteen minutes tops,â I smiled at my overprotective husband. His affection was not nearly overbearing
yet.
He sighed, tightening his hands on the wheel.
âWe can skip and just stay home-â
I rolled my eyes, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek.
âLetâs go, or weâll be late, dear,â I teased him as I unlatched the car door.
As soon as I stepped outside the air-conditioned car, I was met with the current heat wave. I waved my
hand across my face, hoping for a little bit of a breeze.
Luckily, Corinna had the sense to have her bridal party indoors.
Damon rounded the car as I smoothed out my dress. I smiled at him as he scoped the parking lot like
there was some kind of danger around.
I shook my head fondly, grabbing his arm as I pulled him forward and into the building. Damon met my
steps, wrapping his arm around my waist as he pulled me close.
Then we stepped inside.
It was loud as anything to do with Corinna always was. A red carpet was lined up beneath our feet as
we strode inside. A massive fountain decorated in gold stood as the breathtaking centerpiece, the
press gathered around, their cameras flashing
in overtime.
Drinks and hors dâoeuvres were plentiful as servers carried them to and fro. The number of guests in
attendance could fill a small town.
With such a huge crowd surrounding us, youâd think my sister would be hard to find.
But of course, she wasnât.
Under the studio lights sat a luxurious velvet couch, and there she was. My parents stood behind her
as the press gathered around them like hyenas. Dressed in a cream bridal dress, she posed for the
cameras with a huge grin on her face.
I knew the moment she spotted us. Her whole face went blank, as she got to her feet. There was no
sign of Ashton, and I was relieved about that. I couldnât take seeing his face after what heâd done to
me.
Damon tightened his arm around my waist as we approached, his face perfectly held behind a blank
mask. I knew better
now.
He was angry. I could feel it in the way he clenched his other hand firmly, his knuckles turning white
from the pressure. I could see it in the little crease between his eyebrows as he tried his best not to
cuss my sister out in front of the entire press.
âAddie!â Grandma smiled warmly, her arm wrapped around my grandfatherâs as they stood just off to
the side. They werenât
alone either.
âGrandfather?â Damonâs eyes went wide.