Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover
Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Chapter 89

“Angela

Who did that bitch think she was? I was not one to be messed with.

She wasn’t deserving of a man like Damon. She wasn’t up to his standard. He needed someone likeme. I was a much better match than she was.

I needed to get rid of her but she kept interfering with my plans,

I pulled out my phone and thought for a moment, then dhaled a number that I really had no interest incalling. Of course, it was not picked up at first, so I hung up and called two more times and waitedpatiently

Eventually, she would have to answer. As expected, on the fourth try, someone finally picked up.

“Angela,” a female voice that sounded like nails scratching on the chalkboard greeted me. “Surprised tohear from you, little

che.”

I shivered at her referring to me as a “little one” in disgust, and 1 rolled my eyes silently at her fakeenthusiasm. We both knew she didn’t care to hear from me anymore than I cared to hear from her

“Hello, Mother”

I did not speak to my mother very often. Well, to be precise, we never spoke if it wasn’t out ofnecessity. We were two very different people. Where she had favored the company of men and drugs I

did not. She spent her youth sleeping her way through New York high society where she fell pregnantwith me.

My father? He was Bill Gaverth, a wealthy man who had accumulated a fortune in the energy world. Healso wanted nothing to do with the side piece that he only wanted for a good time. He paid my motherto get an abortion and when she refused he threatened to take care of her permanently. He wouldrather kill her than deal with her or her baby.

Needless to say, he was not in my life anymore. But it didn’t stop my mother from reminding me how Iwas the cause of her losing the love of her life.

Mind you, she’d had about three loves of her life and neither one chose to put a ring on it. The onlyreason she kept me was because she had this delusion that eventually my father would change hisgoddamn mind, and embrace her and her child back into his life. As men age, they would have to settledown eventually, right?

Or perhaps, at some point, he might need a spare daughter he could marry off for some businessarrangement. Who knows what my mother’s young and drug-influenced mind did to convince her it waswise to keep me? But I guessed she did get her return from her investment of nine months ofinconvenient pregnancy.

Now she was a sad and lonely spinster who had every intention of living off the daughter she despisedwith every fiber of her being.

Funny how life works?

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” she said, but I couldn’t sense any pleasure in her voice.

“I need a contact from you.” It pained me to even be asking this of her. I had promised myself that onceI moved to the West that I would be done with her. But that was the thing about family, they always

somehow sucked you back in. I guess it went both ways. I was sure she thought the same thing aboutme.

“Mhm,” I could hear the stupid little smirk in her voice. “You need something from me? Wow, how thetables have turned”

“Rebecca,” I said through gritted teeth and used her real name, “you can either give me what I want orhang up.”

“And what will you do for me then? You know I don’t like to get nothing in return for my help.”

Of course, she wanted something from me. This was my mother after all. She never did anything out ofthe kindness of her heart.

“Name your price, Rebecca.” That was what it was always about with her. The money. She could neverget enough of it. The only problem was that she could never keep it to save her life. She always used iton drugs or getting the new designer thing.

That was my mother. Her priorities were all the way skewed but she never cared what people thought.As long as she felt she looked good then she didn’t care that she had no food in the house. It was howit had been for my entire childhood.

The woman wanted to fit into a lifestyle that she didn’t belong in. And I knew that it pained her that Iwas now in the crowd that she desperately wished she could be in.

“Are you ready. Angie?”

My skin automatically crawled when she called me that. I hated that name but she knew I did, it’s whyshe always used it.

“Just freaking tell me already.”

“You’re out of your mind. I’m not giving you 10,000 dollars. Try that again.”

I heard her low grumble but I couldn’t work out what she was saying “Fine, 9 will work.”

Yeah, right. No freaking way! She was out of her mind.

I took a deep breath to level my tone so that I wouldn’t piss her off so much that she would hang up onme. “I will give you

two.”

“Angie”

She tried to negotiate but I cut her off. “I know for a fact that you’re broke and you have nothing to yourname. You’re due for a touch-up of filler, are you not? And I hear that you lost that little premiumhealthcare you had so you won’t get any cosmetic coverage-what a shame.”

She was silent on the other end of the phone for some time. She knew that I had her.

The only reason I had called was because I knew how desperate she was. Otherwise, I would havefound another way to get the information I wanted out of her.

“Fine. What is it that you want?”

“I need Machello’s contact information.”

She was silent and I knew she was wondering why out of all people I would want to be incommunication with a criminal.

“Why?”

“That’s my business. Send the contact to my phone and you will get your money.” I didn’t even give hera chance to respond. I was tired of hearing her voice and I had far better things to do with my time thanlistening to her moan and groan. Two minutes later, my phone dinged, and Rebecca had sent me whatI needed, along with a text message. “If you don’t send me my money in the next five minutes, I’ll startto charge interest.”

at the

After taking care of that freaking 2,000 dollars. I spent the rest of my afternoon scrolling through myphone. I was looking paparazzi pictures of Gabriel and Adelaide. Even a blind man could see thatGabriel was taken by her. Why? I had no idea. She was more or less a troll in my eyes but I guessbeauty truly was in the eyes of the beholder.

If I wanted my man to myself, I needed to come up with a new strategy and that meant that I wouldneed some help along

the way.

Although Gabriel was exactly what I needed in this case. I only hoped that he was not against gettinghis hands a little dirty. In case things didn’t work out, Machello would be my backup plan. I liked to havea thorough plan. I didn’t want to be surprised by anything.

I sunk deeper into the thick cool leather of the couch.

“Gabriel, you and I are about to be great friends,” I said to myself, grinning wickedly.