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.”

really went and got married? In Vegas of

a suit, a massive grin on his face as he carried

a tint of

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

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

my phone to throw it at the wall, but I stopped, calming myself. We still had

could fix this.

nails on the hard plastic of the

it cut off.

is Ashton Steyn. Leave your name and number and I

“Sh*t!”

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

was gone again.

who else to call. I dialed the number of my grandmother. The old bat had always disliked me,

and rang

No answer.

probably in on this too. She had always

me. I couldn’t let

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

first ring. I could always depend on my mother to

came her sugary sweet voice.

I said, hurriedly, “I just woke up and saw the news, and that b*tch eloped with Damon

know,” my mother said coldly. “She’s as crafty as her mother was.”

back off,” I said, full of doubt about

immediately. I felt like a child being scolded-like I always

working towards for years,” my mother spat. “That boy, Damon. You did

wants me. I made sure

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

I

baby. Make sure to give me an update once you

“Love you, too.”

through my messy hair. Everything wasn’t lost. I

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

sure Adelaide hated him. Whispering in both of their cars to keep them apart, sabotaging

a wild card. He was difficult

two brothers.

was clear. He

loved her. I curled

use Damon to fix

a sick, cruel, horrible idea, filled my mind. I smirked,

Damon to sleep with me. I just needed Adelaide to think he wanted to. I’d been making her believe lies about him all our lives;

imagine now how her face would twist up in despair-the desolate look in her eyes as