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

Chapter 33

POV: “Corinna”

The sunbeams made their way through the cracks of the bay window; the dark curtains that blocked them out were nothing under its power.

I twitched in my sleep, the light behind my eyes pulling me from my dream. I shifted my head to the right, breathing in deeply. The light, however, was stubborn.

It followed me, and I groaned. flipping onto my stomach and burying my head in the pillow.

I had never been a morning person. Necessity had forced it upon me, but as my consciousness surfaced from sleep, I counted the days in my head.

Friday. It was Friday morning. I had no responsibilities, so I could sleep in until 10:00.

If the stupid sun would let me rest.

Mornings were the worst.

I yawned, still half-asleep as I pulled my pillow over my head, blocking out the rays of the morning sun filtering through the curtains of the window.

I sighed in relief, my body relaxing as I slipped right back into sleep. I could’ve slept the day away.

If it wasn’t for the alarm I’d set last night ringing incessantly,

“Ugh!” I threw my pillow, hearing it thump against the wall as I sat up in bed, grumpily. I fished for my phone on the nightstand, wincing at the sudden light from the screen as I shut off the alarm.

There was an unseen text message on my phone that caught my attention.

1 frowned, sitting up in bed as I opened it up.

“Girl, don’t look at the news, Leila texted me.

“Why? Did my father do something stupid again?’ I wrote back, rolling my eyes. It wouldn’t have been the first time my father had gotten himself into trouble.

He wasn’t a good man or even a good father, but he was better than none at all. Adelaide took that for granted. Just another thing I hated about her.

‘Not exactly, came the reply.

“Then what?”

Finally, she texted back with a link to a news article. Wasting no time, I clicked it, and my jaw dropped open.

*Damon Steyn and Adelaide Hildebrand Elope before wedding!

I scrolled down to read at a fast pace.

Two days before their official wedding. Damon Steyn, the son of CEO Dalton Steyn of Steyn Industries, and Adelaide Hildebrand, the first daughter of the old Hildebrand lineage, were caught leaving the Las Vegas Chapel dressed in wedding attire Thursday night.”

They really went and got married?

his face as he carried Adelaide in his arms, both

tint of

had on. It was too pretty for someone like her. She deserved to wear rags, and now she’d

upstage us, I knew it. Who did they think they

at the wall, but I stopped, calming myself. We still had

could fix

on the hard

it cut

name and

“Sh*t!”

knowing where Ashton was. Probably with that wh’re of his.

needed him, he was gone again. Typical Steyn. Always gone when they were

call. I dialed the number of my grandmother. The old bat had always disliked me, but years of sucking

rang and rang then

No answer.

probably in on this too. She

I couldn’t let Adelaide win. I couldn’t let them

should have done all along. I dialed my mother’s

always depend on

came her sugary sweet

just woke up and saw the news, and that b*tch eloped with Damon already! She’s completely undermined my wedding!”

coldly. “She’s as crafty as her mother was.”

full of

silent, my voice cutting off immediately. I felt like a child being scolded-like I always did with my mother. She had an extraordinary ability to make me feel so small.

let her win anything. Not even the smallest victory. This is what we’ve been working towards for

me. I made sure

mother said and chuckled deviously. “Don’t stop until

Mother,” I sighed.

you, baby. Make sure to give me an

“Love you, too.”

through my messy hair. Everything wasn’t lost. I could still do

wavering. I knew Damon had been in love with Adelaide since we were children. She was

both of their cars

was a wild card. He was difficult to predict. He’d

two brothers.

one thing was clear. He still

I

Damon to fix this mess?

sick, cruel, horrible idea, filled my mind. I smirked, my plan beginning to take

sleep with me. I just needed Adelaide to think he wanted to. I’d been

face would twist up in despair-the desolate look in her