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

Chapter 118

Today was the big day. After what had felt like years in the making I was finally able to showcase my creativity on the big screen. It was long-awaited and I had poured my blood sweat and tears into this.

And now as I sat here in the car with my husband by my side and my hand clutching his tightly, I still could not believe that it was actually happening. I was a big-screen movie director. For years I had just stayed in the lane of indie films and it had been comfortable for some time. But this had been on my vision board ever since I was a little girl.

“I can hear your thoughts, baby,” my husband said beside me, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand. If he wasn’t here I would be a total and utter mess if I was being honest. He was the stability in the storm.

“It’s not every day that you get to showcase your live-action adaptation of one of the biggest-selling books of all time.” Even hearing it out loud, I still could not believe it. I was just a small girl from a big city who had one little dream and suddenly it was all coming to life. From NôvelDrama.Org.

“I need everyone to like this, they all entrusted me with this book, this most beloved and successful book. I only hope that I did it justice. And if I haven’t, then I can never show my face again in the industry. If this movie tanks, I might as well move to a small town in Virginia, shave my head, and become one with the locals.”

My husband let out a soft chuckle. “You will not need to shave your head or move to Virginia. You poured everything you had into this movie and I’m sure that it is going to translate onto the big screen. You are a talented woman and a force to be reckoned with. This is only the beginning of your future. And tonight, everyone will see exactly what I saw all those years ago. You are amazing, phenomenal, extraordinary, out of this world-

“Okay, okay, I get it.” 1 slapped my hand over his mouth. “I’m great. You can stop showering me with compliments now.”

He mumbled behind my hand and then he licked the inside of it. I drew my hand back with a small shriek of disgust.

“Ew,” I said, rubbing my wet hand on his pants.

“Ew? I don’t recall you crying when I had my mouth in your pussy until you cummed “Damon!” looked to our driver who had his eyes set on the road, ignoring us. I knew that it was his job to act like he wasn’t there but I know for a fact he had just heard my husband talk about how he was eating me out only an hour or so ago.

What? An orgasm does wonders for the nerves and that is a proven fact. And besides, he was the one who had offered, how could I turn down the opportunity?

He had worked his magic like a true pro and had me writhing beneath him. For some reason, I felt so insatiable lately. All I wanted to do was jump his bones. But I guess that was all thanks to the raging hormones that filled my body every day.

It reminded me of the ocean. The way we had been so consumed with each other. No one else existed apart from each other. I was so absorbed in him and him in me. If we could have, I would have stayed on that boat forever. But reality was calling. our names and the dream had to come to an end.

But if I was being completely and utterly honest, my reality was starting to merge with my dream. We were in such a great place with each other and now with this little one growing inside of me, I was at ease. Okay, that wasn’t the total truth, I was shitting bricks a little.

My last baby had not seen the light of day and I was determined to keep this one safe. I had to.

After the premiere, the rest of the cast would go on a world tour for the movie but I had chosen to stay behind and nest. I didn’t want any added stress on the baby or me.

And now with the movie wrapped up and the release date approaching, I was going to take a break and focus on growing this baby.

The car came to a halt in front of the movie theater where the red carpet had been set up. There were cameras everywhere. Immediately that ease I had felt melted away and I was seized by the throat with all the anxiety that poured into my body. My husband squeezed my hand, drawing my attention back to him. “Hey, wife?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re proud of you.”

When he said ‘we’ I was a little confused until he placed his hand on my flat stomach. My heart grew twice in size at his gesture and I placed my own hand on top of his.

“Thank you.”

“Let’s go kick some ass,” he reached over and kissed my cheek softly. The gesture calmed the majority of the frenzy that had taken flight in my mind. “I’ll be right there the entire time.”

He hopped out of the car and rounded it to come to my door.

This was the first major outing I’d had since my miscarriage. The interviews didn’t really count because they were all done with just one person asking me the questions. But here I had dozens of cameras taking pictures of me at all angles, waiting for me to falter.

I was scared out of my mind. But as I looked up into the eyes of the man I fell in love with almost two years ago to the day I suddenly felt empowered. I felt like I could do this and make it out alive.

He offered me his hand and I placed my smaller one into it.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

It was now or never.

The red carpet was not as terrible of an experience as I thought it would be. I had been able to move through the reporters with ease and my husband had stepped in when I couldn’t answer some of the personal things or he would just move us along.

When we walked into the large building where the rest of the cast was, I was hit with this sudden wave of nausea.

This was one of the things that I hated most about the first trimester.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” I excused myself from my husband and made a beeline for the bathroom. I had just made it to the stall when I emptied out all the food I had eaten before coming here.

My body wretched as I emptied out everything until there was nothing left but acid. When I was done I flushed and had to hold myself steady.

I didn’t think I could sit through the movie like this. I needed to head home and rest.

I had just exited my stall when I came face to face with a woman I had not expected to see ever again. Our meeting had been brief and we had nearly spoken more than ten words to each other but she had been so impactful in my life before I couldn’t miss her.

“Tabitha?” I was confused as to why she was there.

She shook her head, her lips pursed together. “I’m sorry.”

Before I could ask what she meant by that I was hit on the head from behind and it all went black.

What the hell has just happened?