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.”

kidding me. They really went and got

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

a tint of pink.

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

did this to upstage us, I knew it.

snapped, raising my phone to throw it at the wall, but I stopped,

fix

number, tapping my nails on the hard plastic of the

rings, it cut off.

Ashton Steyn. Leave your name

“Sh*t!”

not even knowing where Ashton was. Probably with that

I needed him, he was gone again.

the number of my grandmother. The old bat had always disliked me, but years of sucking up to her were about to pay off.

rang then cut off

No answer.

too. She had always loved Adelaide more

me. I couldn’t let Adelaide

should have done all along. I dialed

up on the first ring. I could always depend on my mother to be there

came her sugary sweet

just woke up and saw the news, and

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

do? Maybe we should back off,” I said, full

being scolded-like I always did with my mother. She had an extraordinary ability to

let her win anything. Not even the smallest victory. This is what we’ve been working towards for years,” my mother spat.

“He still wants me. I

and chuckled deviously.

Mother,” I sighed.

me an update once

“Love you, too.”

click, and I ran a hand through my messy hair. Everything wasn’t

since we were children. She was the only one that didn’t know how he’d felt

made sure Adelaide hated him. Whispering in both of their cars

card. He was difficult to predict. He’d

two brothers.

one thing was clear.

me, he loved her. I curled my arms

use Damon to

my mind. I smirked, my plan beginning to

Adelaide to think he wanted to. I’d been making her believe lies about him all our lives; what was

despair-the desolate look in her