Mr.CEO’s Contract Bride is a Hidden Heiress

(Sybil’s POV)I gawked at John, hurt by his words. “Trapped you? If I remember correctly, you were the one who decided that we should get married.”“That was before I knew how devious you were,” he spat, his eyes narrowed. “You only pretended to agree to the contract. I should have known you would do this to me!”“Do what?” I didn’t like this side of him at all.“Try to saddle me with a little brat! Then it would be impossible to make a clean break when our time is up.” John shook his head in disappointment at my perceived deception. I couldn’t figure out who could have possibly poked holes in all the condoms. All I knew was that I wasn’t capable of such a vile thing. “How many times do I have to tell you that it wasn’t me?”He glowered at me and shifted so that we were no longer touching. “I know it was you. Nobody else ever touches my stuff.”That last part was true. For as long as I’d known him, John was always a very private person. It was very clear from day one of our marri

(Sybil’s POV)They both turned around when they heard the door open. I got a good look at the woman and immediately recognized her. It was none other than Willa Worthington, a famous actress who just happened to be John’s former fiancée. She had been abroad for the past three years, but evidently she had just returned.I was very well acquainted with her, too. We had known each other our entire lives. We weren’t exactly best friends growing up, far from it. My parents had worked as servants for her wealthy parents. I got along well with Mr. and Mrs. Worthington, and they had even offered to pay for my education, something that Willa clearly resented. We ended up going to the same schools, where she and her snooty friends used to torment me, making fun of me because my family was significantly less wealthy than theirs. I wasn’t really all that surprised to see how lovey-dovey John and Willa seemed to be with each other, to be honest. After all, our marriage had never meant anything

(Sybil’s POV)Ignoring John’s request, I continued walking down the stairs and out of the house. I couldn’t wait until this marriage - if you could even call it that - was over and done with.I stormed back to my place. Even after marrying John and moving in with his family, I had decided to keep the apartment where I had been living ever since I started working for him. It was better for my sanity if I had a way to escape from Mrs. Rutherford. I could only handle so much of her incessant demands and criticism. Plus, it was nice sometimes to have time to myself, where nobody could bother me.I sat down at my computer and wasted no time in preparing the divorce agreement and my letter of resignation. As my fingers angrily pounded the keys, I reflected on what a mistake I had made agreeing to this marriage. I couldn’t wait until John was out of my life for good!My phone rang. I sighed with frustration, thinking it might be John, but my spirits instantly lifted when I saw who it was. “A

(Sybil’s POV)I stood outside John’s office the day after our encounter in Amelia’s hospital room, clutching my papers tightly in my hands. I was feeling a bit nervous about filing for divorce, even though I knew that I was doing the right thing. Despite everything that had transpired, I still had feelings for John. I wished I didn’t, but what can you do?I cheered myself up with the knowledge that Alex was coming back today. I couldn’t wait to see him again. We would have so much to catch up on. I started planning all of the things that we would do upon his return, getting so caught up in my thoughts that I momentarily forgot where I was and what I was doing there.The sound of John’s office door forcefully being opened brought me back to reality.Willa stormed out, giving me a dirty look as she brushed past me. I wondered what had just happened.I went through the door. John was standing in the middle of his office, a very obvious lipstick stain on his face. The timing couldn’t hav

(Sybil’s POV)That evening, John and I climbed into his car. The driver pulled up the partition so we could have some privacy. Great, I thought sarcastically, this was all I needed right now. More one-on-one time with John.John took a small box out of his pocket. “Here,” he said, handing it to me.I took the box, wondering why he was giving me a gift. Was he trying to butter me up so I would forget all about ending our marriage? I wouldn’t put it past him. I let out a startled gasp when I saw what was in the box.There sat the earrings that I had given the taxi driver the other night. I should have known that John would be able to track down their whereabouts. I thought of asking him how he had done it, but decided against it. He probably wouldn’t answer my question. I put the earrings on.John nodded approvingly. “There, now you look much better.”We sat in silence for a while. Then, he spoke up. “How did you know Alex was coming back today?”“He told me,” I said, “I booked his flig