All Chapters of Mr.CEO’s Contract Bride is a Hidden Heiress: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

(Willa’s POV)I sat in my car with the window lowered just enough so that I could hear what was going on. John and Sybil walked out of his grandparents’ house deep in conversation, but unfortunately, they were too far away for me to hear what they were talking about. They looked like they were arguing about something, though, which was a good sign.As I watched them, I noticed that they were both heading towards his car. That was typical of Sybil, I thought. She always knew exactly how to bend John to her will. Even if things weren’t working out between them, she still had a hold on him.The last time I had gone to John’s grandparents’ house, I had paid one of the maids to spy on him and report back to me with whatever information she could get. She had phoned earlier to tell me that both John and Sybil were here tonight, and I had driven over as fast as I could, but I was too late. They were both leaving. Together.“Damn it!” I angrily pounded my clenched fists against the steering w

(Sybil’s POV)John and I walked out of his grandparents’ house. “I thought you’d forgotten about this divorce business, Sybil!” He gave me an icy stare. “What made you change your mind?”“Oh, I think you know,” I answered, clenching my fists, “I’m tired of this. What kind of fool do you think I am? I just wish you could be honest with me.”He shook his head and sighed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”I looked at him, not believing what he was saying. “Let’s just get out of here.” I got into the car.“Fine.” He got in beside me, refusing to look at me.The tension was thick as the car started moving. Neither of us spoke, and we didn’t even look at each other. I really couldn’t understand why he didn’t just tell me that he was the father of Willa’s baby. It didn’t really matter now, anyway, since I had decided to start divorce proceedings even before I knew that she was pregnant.Then why did it bother me so much to have my suspicions confirmed? You’d think that it would jus

(Sybil’s POV)Before I had time to react to what John had just said, his lips were on mine, kissing me passionately. I tried to pull away from him at first, but after a while, desire overtook me and I no longer had the will to fight him. I returned the kiss, being just as forceful with him as he was with me.It was only when I felt him grab my skirt and push it up that I suddenly regained my sanity. The car had stopped moving. I looked out the window and realized that we were parked in front of his house. The driver wasn’t there anymore, but I didn’t know how long it had been since we arrived.“John!” I tried to shove him away from me, being mindful of his arm. I didn’t want his stitches to pop again. “We’re home. Let’s go upstairs.” I thought that it would be easier to fend off his advances if we were in a location where there was more space to move. I couldn’t let myself get carried away like I did the night before.“I know what you’re doing, you know.” He smiled cruelly at me. “As

(John’s POV)I could only look on, horrified, as Sybil’s mother slapped her. Then I immediately rushed over, grabbed Sybil and shielded her behind me. “Are you okay?” I asked, turning my head to look at her.“I’m fine, John. Don’t worry about it.” She put on a brave face, but I could feel her trembling against my back. That got me wondering if this sort of thing was a regular occurrence.I gaped open-mouthed at Mrs. Smith. The woman had just slapped her own daughter out of nowhere. Sybil hadn’t even done anything that should provoke her. At least nothing that I had noticed. She had simply offered to drive her parents home. Did that really warrant a slap?Mrs. Smith could clearly see how disturbed I was by this. “I’m so sorry about that, John,” she said sadly, “I’m just upset about the hospital bill. It’s much higher than we’d imagined!” She did look distraught, but I could tell that she wasn’t sorry at all for what she did to Sybil. “I’m just glad that your family is helping us financ

(Sybil’s POV)I stood in the funeral home, where all of my relatives, some of whom I hadn’t seen since I was very young, were milling about. I could also see Charlie’s friends scattered throughout the room.Charlie looked so peaceful in his coffin. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that he was just asleep. Finally, he was free from all of the suffering that his illness had caused him. He could no longer feel pain, but I could. My heart was broken at the knowledge that my beloved brother, the one person who had loved me unconditionally, was gone from my life forever.“This is all your fault, Sybil.” My mother was suddenly standing beside me, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue as she gazed down at Charlie. I hadn’t even heard her approaching me. It was as though she had just materialized out of thin air.“How is it my fault?” I asked. “Charlie had ALS. We all knew that this would happen sooner or later, and that there was nothing that could be done to prevent his death.”