All Chapters of Mr.CEO’s Contract Bride is a Hidden Heiress: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

(John’s POV)I knew that I never should have told Sybil the truth about our marriage, but what was I supposed to do? She had insisted that I be honest with her about my reason for marrying her, and I knew that she wouldn’t stop asking me until I answered her question. I wasn’t at all surprised by her reaction.She just looked at me incredulously. I kept waiting for her to say something, anything, but she never did. She just ran into the bathroom, leaving me to wonder what I was supposed to do. The worst thing that I could do at that moment would be to force her to talk to me before she was ready. I knew that I should give her all the time that she needed to process everything that I had just told her.So I waited. After a while, I heard a ping coming from my phone, so I looked at it to discover that she was texting me. My first thought was that she was more comfortable talking to me that way, rather than face to face. Then I saw exactly what was in her text message. It was contact in

(Sybil’s POV)As we got into the car, John looked me over appraisingly. “Do you really have to wear that scarf?” he asked.I touched the silk scarf that I had tied around my neck. “What’s wrong with it? I think it looks good with this outfit.”“It hides your neck,” he said, “which is a shame. You have a beautiful neck, and it should be seen.”I gave him a look. “Well, maybe I would have left my neck exposed if a certain someone hadn’t given me a hickey last night.”“All the more reason to show it.” He grinned. “Don’t you want the world to see that you belong to me?”I sighed. “It’s very unprofessional to show up to a meeting with a hickey. Especially one as big as this one.”“On the contrary. I know that there isn’t anything going on between you and Liam, but this would ensure that your relationship remains professional.” John glanced at me, his eyes gleaming. “He’ll see that you’re taken, which will hopefully keep him from getting ideas.”I rolled my eyes. “I’m not a cow to be brande

(Willa’s POV)The previous nightI listened intently as Alex finished telling me the real reason behind John and Sybil’s marriage. “So Grandpa thought that John should marry Sybil, just in case the photos ever turned up somewhere. If they were married, it wouldn’t be a scandal if photos of them in compromising positions were to appear.” He shrugged. “That’s all I know about this.”“What?” I was shocked. At the time, I had been hurt and confused when John randomly decided to break off our engagement and marry Sybil instead. Now it was a small consolation to know that it hadn’t even been his idea. This new information could make it much easier for me and Alex to go through with our plan.Alex glanced at me. “Did you really not know any of this? I’m fairly sure that your parents knew about it, but I guess they never told you?”I shook my head. My parents were in the same social circle as the Rutherfords, but I had no idea whether or not they were aware of these circumstances. “If they k

(John’s POV)After a while, I could see that Sybil was starting to get a bit tipsy. Clearly unable to sit up straight, she leaned against me, sighing contentedly. Not that I minded, of course. I enjoyed having her so close to me. “I’m so happy, John. For the first time in years, everything is going well.” She grinned at me and took my hand.“Good, I’m glad.” I smiled at her.The evening was progressing nicely. I noticed that Sybil and I weren’t the only ones who were enjoying a moment of closeness. Emma and Mark were talking to each other, when all of a sudden, she threw her head back and let out a loud laugh. “You’re right,” she said, “that guy over by the window does look a lot like the opera singer from the movie!”Mark chuckled. “Think we should ask him to sing? Just to see if there are more similarities?”Emma laughed so much that she nearly choked on her drink. “Don’t you dare,” she said, sputtering, “I don’t want to lose a potential return customer!”“Okay, okay, I won’t” He g

(Alex’s POV)I phoned Willa as soon as I stepped out of Darcy’s, looking behind me to make sure that nobody from our group was following me. I didn’t want Sybil to know what I was up to. “You were able to get the photographer to change his story? How did you manage that?”“Yes, it’s all taken care of,” she replied, “I had my private investigator track him down. It was fairly easy to find the guy, apparently. I was able to talk to him and persuade him to paint Sybil in a more negative light. Can we meet somewhere to talk about this? Somewhere where we wouldn’t run the risk of bumping into anyone we know?”“Sure,” I said, “where did you have in mind?”“We’re not going to a bar.” She sounded annoyed when she said this, which brought a grin to my face, remembering how pissed off she had seemed the night before when I’d ordered a drink in front of her. I stifled a laugh as I thought of the look on her face before she had left.”“Okay, fine.” I had just had enough to drink anyway, with Sybi