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

Chapter 73

*Damon*

On the one day I needed to get back to LA, Vegas decided to rain. It was the fucking desert and it had decided to rain. What the fuck?

I called and texted my wife but she was giving me the cold shoulder. The only thing I got back from her were the three words I needed to hear to know that we would make it out of this mess alive.

‘I love you‘

I would be lying if I said that I hadn’t had my doubts about her feelings. toward me. What I had said to her was wrong and if it had been me I would have been so hurt by the accusations, I don’t know what I would have done. She was far more gracious and I was truly undeserving of a wife like her.

I parked my car in the driveway and saw that her car was missing. I didn’t know if that made me relieved or sad. I wanted to get my groveling done immediately but maybe I needed to better prepare myself some more.

I had been expecting to come home to a silent and empty home. But to my utter shock and surprise the first thing I heard the moment I stepped foot into the foyer was the unmistakable voice of my older brother.

“You bitch! How could you do this to me?!” his voice roared from the living room traveling all the way into this room.

There was only one person he would speak to like that and though I didn’t like her he didn’t get a pass on disrespecting her in my house. I left my bags at the front and marched my way to the living room.

I had been on edge for the last 48 hours and drilling my fist into my brother’s face felt like a great way to relieve the stress that was trapped in my shoulders.

“Leave Ashton.” I came to see Corinna on the other side of the room near the corner where a plant stood tall. Her face was stern and unwavering but from her body language alone I knew that she was a little uneasy.

“And what do we have here?” I kept my tone easy and light. I leaned against the door frame and looked at my brother. “What are you doing in my house, Ashton?”

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“I came to get my wife.”

“Last I heard, she’s divorcing your sorry ass.”

My brother’s eyes blazed. “That was just some bullshit tantrum she was throwing. Corinna knows the deal we made and she needs to stick to it. I know you could give two fucks about me, brother. Allow me to just take my wife home and I will gladly leave your tin can of a home.”

“Tin can?” I clicked my tongue on the roof of my mouth. “Need I remind you that you have nothing to your name? This tin can of a house is far more than you can afford.”

“I have money,” he spat.

It was such a shame to see how the mighty and brilliant Ashton Steyn had fallen. He prided himself in being in a far better tax bracket than most and here he was squandering for change from his wife who was worth tens of millions–thanks to the inheritance.

“What you have is the kindness of your wife’s heart to allow you to have access to her wealth. You are nothing in this world, Ashton.” I kicked off the frame and took a few steps into the room. “What you are is a washed–up politician who’s clinging onto the little popularity he has. You know she’s your best shot at governor, right? That’s why you want her to come with you. The debate is in three days no? Now what would the press say if they saw you arrive alone? That would confirm the split,

huh?”

Ashton balled his fists at the side of his body. His face took on a red tint as the anger filled his veins by the second.

“I should say the same to you, brother,” some of the anger melted from his face. “Last I read your wife was opening her legs for yet another successful man. Tell me, do you think he humps her from behind, or does he likes to take it from the front?”

He was baiting me. I knew he was. But the fact that I was currently in a fight with my wife over this actor did nothing to bring about my level–headed nature.

That was the thing about Ashton. He knew how to get under my skin and it was the most annoying thing in this world. He was very skilled in this regard.

“Keep talking about my wife and I will have you buried six feet under in

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two seconds flat.”

“Ooh scary,” he waved his hands in the air. “It’s okay. Your wife has been passed around a few times so it shouldn’t–shit!”

My fist connected with his face and to my dissatisfaction, I didn’t hear the crunch of a broken bone beneath it.

I guess I would just have to swing again.

He lifted his head and looked at me with a bleeding nose. “Touchy I see.”

I grabbed the collar of his button–down, moving us back till his back hit the wall. “If you ever speak about my wife again, I will put a bullet in the middle of your head.”

The bastard had the nerve to grin with blood staining his teeth. “Violence is not your look. All this for a piece of pussy?”

My fist connected with his stomach again making him heave. But instead of being normal and shutting his mouth, he kept going.

“I wonder if I go back to her will she spread her legs for me again? I remember how she liked to be taken from behind. Tell me, brother, do you fuck her like a whore or a bitch?”

Red. All I could see was the blinding rage and I lost it.

Punch after punch, I drilled into him.

I was going to kill him. I had warned him and he had pushed and pushed and now he was going to pay. When it came to Adelaide I became unhinged. I was not afraid to spill blood for her and that was what a lot of people didn’t understand. I was willing to kill for her.

“Damon, stop! You’ll kill him.” I could barely register Corinna’s voice. “Damon!”

My brother grunted taking every hit I gave him. At this point, he was bloodied and bruised but I wasn’t stopping. I wanted this asshole to pay for what he said. But if I was being honest, there was more to it than that. The whole, Gabriel situation had fucked my head over and I didn’t know how to deal with it. My marriage was hanging in the air and I didn’t know what would happen next.

And now I was taking it all out on my brother.

“Damon!” Corinna screamed again but this time she grabbed my arm

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when it pulled back to hit Ashton again. “Stop. You can’t let Adie walk into this. Please. Please.”

That’s when I stopped. I didn’t stop because I was about to kill my brother, but because this whole ordeal would affect my wife. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I dropped him to the floor and stepped back. I turned to look at Corinna who had tears running down her face. She looked absolutely terrified and for some reason that hit me harder than I thought it would.

“Go upstairs.” I made sure to keep my voice gentle and calm. I didn’t want to scare her. “I’ll take care of this.”

She nodded weakly and made her way out of the room.

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Ashton spat out bloodied spit onto the floor. I had the urge to kick him in the stomach but I held back. The idiot wasn’t worth my time.

“You’re lucky I didn’t kill your ass.” I spat. “But make no mistake, open your mouth like that again, blood or not, you’re dead.”

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