Billion Dollar Revenge Contract Bride

Elena

"What are you doing here?" My voice was raised, but I didn't care as I stared into the eyes of the one person I did not want to see.

Why my half sister had chosen the night of my wedding to show up, after abandoning me and my mother, was something I could not understand. Didn't want to understand.

I needed her out.

"I don't think that's the way to say hello to your sister whom you haven't seen in two whole years." Chloe smiled. A pretentious one that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Besides, I came so I could be there for you on the happiest day of your life."

I could only stare back at her.

When I had opened the door to my bridal suite, expecting the drinks I had ordered, I hadn't been expecting wild blonde hair, similar to mine, but a bit shorter, and a face literally made for a barbie movie to stare back at me.

Two years ago, our father had died, and my mother, two weeks later, had fallen down the stairs, slipping into a coma.

My father had willed every single property he owned to my sister, who had wasted no time selling every one of them and disappearing from the country.

A move that plunged me neck-deep, into debt.

I had searched for her, thinking at first, that something had happened to her, until I had seen pictures of her all over the internet, having the best time of her life.

All attempt to reach her had failed. In fact, Chloe had made it clear to me that she wanted me to stay away from her.

So what was she doing here?

Seeing her made my heart hurt.

We had almost never gotten along.

"I do not know what your plans are, but I can assure you I do not want you here, so get out!" I hardly ever raised my voice, but at this moment, I didn't care.

Chloe's smile did not shake. "I can see someone grew some wings while I was gone." She pushed her curls behind her ears, looking pointedly at me. "Well, you can't throw me out. I have already booked a room in this hotel, so it's either you leave, or you sleep knowing I'm just a few rooms away from you." She blew me a kiss while I stood, completely stunned.

How was she able to_

"I'll leave you to it now, dear sis. I know you need your beauty sleep before the D day and I don't want to take that from you."

And with that, she was gone, making her way down towards the elevator.

I knew I should have followed her, demanded answers, but I didn't.

All I could do was weakly digest her presence, and her words.

I didn't know when I closed the door, then crumpled into a heap of the floor as something squeezed hard around my heart and in the pit of my stomach.

Why was she here?

Chloe was three months older than I was. A result of my father cheating on my mother a month to their wedding.

Mum, the ever forgiving woman, had taken Chloe in when her mother had abandoned her on the steps of our home and fled without any warning.

My father, trying to make up to everyone, had spoiled us rotten. Especially Chloe.

Whatever we wanted, we got. Whatever I had and she wanted, she got.

And the cycle had continued well into our adult years.

That was when the real issues had come up.

Chloe had become uncontrollable, demanding, and downright bitter.

She had played the illegitimate child card anytime she had been called to order.

As for me, all attention quickly turned from me to her, leaving me lonely and unattended to.

And then dad had died.

And mum had gone into coma.

It was around this time I had met Lucas Price, and he had proposed the most insane arrangement ever.

I had to play the dotting fiance for him to get his inheritance, and in return, he payed my mother's hospital bill.

But I had fallen for him.

So had he.

Even thinking about him now made me smile.

Those baby blue eyes ...

I sighed and picked myself off the floor. I couldn't let her presence bother me.

I was getting married in a few hours.

And in that airhead of hers, she had forgotten that she needed an invitation to get past security.

I was going to handle that later.

But the more I thought about her being here, the more my stomach curled.

The bell rang again and my heart sank.

I quickly opened the door, expecting Chloe to be there, but saw my best friend instead and sighed in relief.

"I thought..." Cara started to say but frowned when she settled her eyes on me. "You look like you have seen a ghost. Are you okay?" She asked.

We had decided, instead of throwing a bachelorette, to spend a cozy night together with my befriend instead.

Especially since Lucas was flying in late, and wasn't throwing a bachelor's party either.

"You are late." I murmured instead, pushing the door wider do she could pass through with the maby bags in her hands.

"Tell that to mum who forced me to carry more food than we would need." Cara complained. "She even threw in something for the other bridesmaids so I may have to go to the other rooms to deliver them, or I would just call a staff." She then wiggled her eyebrows. "Perks of being the fiance of the owner of the hotel."

Between Cara's mum being the mother hen I didn't know I needed, to Cara's fiance who had shut down the top half of his five star hotel for the wedding, I didn't know who left me more in awe.

"Well, she is right about the food. I'm starving." I reached for one paper bag, but Cara withdrew it from my reach.

"Not until you tell me why you are that pale like you saw something you shouldn't."

I eyed the bag and sighed. "Chloe's back."

Two words, but it left a bitter taste in my mouth. "Of all the days she chose to come, it had to be today. Here. To my wedding."

"What!" Cara's tone was loud. "Where? When? How?"

I let out a small breath. "She was here just now, before you came, saying something about wanting to be there for me at my wedding and stuff..."

"After a abandoning you? That bitch!"

I shook my head. "I don't even want to think about it now. I hate that's she's here, but I would prefer to just ignore her." If that was even possible.

Cara wasn't having it. "Are you sure? I can confront her_"

I quickly shook my head and gestured around. "Hell no. It's not like she can crash my wedding or anything. Right now all I can think about is Lucas arriving on time since his flight was late." I returned my attention back to the food.

I needed to think of something else instead of my sister.

Cara was so quiet that I had to look to see her frowning at me.

"What?"

"Elena, Lucas arrived over an hour ago. I know this because the receptionist told me. And I actually thought you were with him that's why I wanted to say when I came in."

My gaze faltered a bit. "You must be mistaken. His flight doesn't arrive until 2am. I spoke to him before he got in."

For some reason, my heart began to thud a bit in my heart.

"Why would I be mistaken? And why would the receptionist lie?"

"Maybe it was someone else. I spoke to him." I countered.

Cara made a sound. "Well there is only one way to find out, and it's not like we are busy right now."

"Cara.." I narrowed my gaze at her, trying for the life of me to see what was going on in her head. "I don't think it's good omen to see the groom few hours before the wedding."

"Oh it's just gonna be for a peek and then we would be out." My bestfriend rolled her eyes. "Think of it as a little game!" she giggled.

And before I could even comprehend what she was saying, a soft hand clasped around mine, and I was being dragged out of the suite.