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CHAPTER THREE

Author: STAR
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-11-05 17:59:39

CHAPTER THREE

HEAVEN’s POV

This was what every girl would have termed as a dream wedding. A luxurious, extravagant wedding—that was trending right now on the internet, to a very successful billionaire, hot, dashing, handsome, breathtaking even, standing out amongst the crowd, his demeanor screaming power and bizarre authority. Wearing it clearly on his face that he shouldn’t be messed with, and honestly, I could count the amount of times I’d seen the corner of his lips tug up in what barely resembled a smile.

We all gushed about these kind of men in the books we read, hoping we’d be lucky enough to get married to someone just like them.

Funny how you have to be put in a constricting position, have everything you’ve ever dreamt about, everything you’ve ever hoped for, everything you’ve ever believed in, grasped from your reach.

Having your heart heavy, yet the tears don’t come out, causing the constant pang in your chest threaten to tear down your rib cage.

Being put in a situation where there’s plenty of oxygen, but you can’t breathe, you’re suffocating, each breath a testament to your suffering, daring to break you apart to even smaller pieces.

Pretty funny how you have to go through so much before it slaps you right across the face that there’s a whole big difference between reality and fiction.

The clattering of glasses drew me out of my dwam as my eyes traveled across the huge quintessentially decorated hall.

Pristine tablecloths fell in cascades over round tables, and delicate flowers—white as the snow—graced each centerpiece. Crystal chandeliers showered the room in a gentle, inviting light, promising a day that should have been filled with joy.

Everywhere I turned, a sea of guests dressed in the theme's vibrant red flowed around me, contrasting sharply against the tranquil white. They were like flames dancing on ice, a vivid attestation to the celebration that my life had abruptly become. Amidst them, I found myself a pale ghost, wearing white not just in attire but in spirit too, feeling stark and misplaced.

I felt dead, even though I was alive and breathing. I felt empty, the void eating me up from the insides.

Adrian, the man now my husband, stood tall and unmistakably proud in his tailored suit.

"Smile, Heaven," he whispered, a command veiled as a request, the deep baritone of his voice, causing my eardrums to tingle. His hand, firm around my waist, steered me through the crowd.

We made our rounds, stopping first by clusters of business partners who eyed me like a new asset to be appraised. "Giana's daughter, finally part of the family," one who looked like he was in his late fifties, chuckled, his bald head gleaming under the lights scintillating from the crystal chandeliers. His eyes, pinned on mine, had a strange look in them that I couldn’t place, his smile, lopsided, sending chills down my spine.

I mustered the smallest smile I could, darting my gaze to the wedding band in my ring finger.

“You look beautiful, by the way,” another voice spoke, causing me to raise my head, my eyes meeting his. “Congratulations,” he added, stretching forward his hand that I took with uncertainty, retracting almost immediately. He let out a chortle, pushing back his hair.

“Adrian, congratulations. And who knows, before we know it, they’re expanding the family already,” baldie said with a goody laugh. “Expansion is very important, Right, Mr Miller?” Davis,—as Adrian has called him earlier, added, their voices laced with something I couldn’t quite place—was it intrigue, or mockery?

Adrian on the other hand stared back at them with eyes that held no emotions at all—blank. “See you some other time,” he said dismissively to the men, craning his head in my direction.

“Shall we?” He asked.

"Delighted," I lied through my teeth, my voice as hollow as I felt. Adrian beamed, oblivious or indifferent to my discomfort.

The mask of joy I wore felt heavier with each passing second.

As we moved further into the throng, my heartbeat quickened, a sense of foreboding wrapping around me like a shroud.

I was never used to having so much attention on me, so many pairs of eyes fixated on me, watching me, following my every move. In all sincerity, it made me extremely anxious, my heart thumping against my rib cage as I managed to move my legs, taking one step at a time as Adrian’s hand on my waist, navigated me through the sea of bodies that were the guests who were invited to witness my doom.

Then I saw them—my step-sister Avery and Kyle, the man whose ring I was once meant to wear. They sat ensconced in a bubble of betrayal, wrapped in each other's arms, their laughter a stark contrast to the storm brewing within me.

This marriage—sorry, arrangement, would always remind me of her betrayal, engraved in my soul; a wound that’ll never heal. Each time I stare in the mirror, I’ll see the scars, the trauma etched in my eyes.

Avery caught my eye, her smile faltering just for a second before she buried her face into Kyle's shoulder; a petty act to make me burn in jealousy, and boy, was it working.

I raged in envy, doing well to mask it with an expressionless, unbothered look I threw back at her in return. Kyle, meanwhile, had the audacity to offer me a nod of acknowledgment, his expression unreadable. How sweet?

A man who had—in the snap of his fingers—brought me to ruins, torn apart my dreams and buried them alive. A man who had pierced my heart with betrayal sharper than a King’s sword, without even giving me closure, like he was hell bent on seeing me destroyed. A man after his own selfish interest, who wouldn’t mind burning the earth to crisp, if it meant he would get what he wanted. A man who was a wolf under sheep’s clothings.

I felt the air thin around me, my breaths becoming shallow, tears starting to pool in my eyes, threatening to drop, my vision blurring out.

"I... I need a moment," I stuttered, pulling away from Adrian's grasp.

"What’s wrong?" Adrian's voice, tinged with impatience, followed me.

"Just... just need some air," I managed, my legs moving before he could protest further, dashing through the closest door I could find. My escape from the suffocating embrace of the hall led me to the restroom, the cold night air embracing me, offering a fraction of the solace I so desperately sought.

Alone under the blanket of the night, tears threatened to spill, but I refused to let them. The stark realization that my life was no longer my own, sold in exchange for alliances and business deals, hit me harder than I expected. The weight of the wedding band on my finger felt like a shackle, a constant reminder of the life I had unwillingly stepped into.

I stood in front of the sink, staring into the mirror. My reflection was the complete opposite of what the reality was; an illusion, designed to swindle the world. The make up. . .made me look happy—made me look like the perfect wife to a billionaire, shielded my anguish from the world, hid my cries of agony from the crowd. I was neither happy, nor did I know what it entails to become the perfect wife to a man I barely knew.

I mustered a smile, the eyeliner enhancing it, making it look like the smile reached my eyes; it didn’t. The artists must have been incredibly talented to pull this off.

I held on to the edge of the sink, gripping it tightly, taking deep breaths that did absolutely nothing to calm me down, the anxiety of returning to the damned wedding party heightening with each second.

The restroom became my temporary refuge from the prying eyes and the festive ambiance that suffocated me. No sooner had I entered, though, did I overhear a conversation that stopped me in my tracks. Hidden in one of the stalls, I listened as a couple of women, their voices hushed but excited, gossiped about my new husband, Adrian Miller.

"He looks absolutely perfect, doesn't he? Tall, handsome, and those eyes," one of them said, her voice laced with a mix of admiration and envy. “Grey. An interesting color, don’t you think?”

“Forget about his eyes, girl. Did you see that body, abso-damn-lutely perfect!” The other woman squealed, the sound followed by one of shoes stomping against the ground.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. And no, I wasn’t jealous at all, I was just appalled by how delusional girls can be.

“That bitch is lucky as hell, bagging a smoking hot billionaire for a husband,” the first girl chirped with way too much excitement.

"Yes, but have you heard? Poor thing, they say he can't get it up," the other woman whispered, her tone carrying a blend of pity and scandal.

Their words hit me like a freight train, leaving me momentarily speechless. So, that was Adrian's secret. His disability. Erectile dysfunction.

“She could get some other Ds outside of the marriage, no biggie,” the first woman spoke again, and I imagined her shoulders rise and fall in a nonchalant shrug. I stood there, frozen, as they giggled and speculated about how this would affect our marriage. I felt a bizarre sense of relief wash over me amidst the shock. Relief because, given the circumstances, I wouldn't have to confront the complexities of an intimate relationship with my new husband. After what I had been through with Kyle and witnessing him with Avery, the idea of intimacy felt daunting, even unwelcome.

A small smile appeared on my features. ‘Shouldn’t be that bad,’ I thought, fixing my hair and dress before returning to the hall.

~•~

The reception continued in a blur of faces and forced conversations. Every so often, my gaze would unwittingly find its way back to my ex-fiancé and stepsister. Their laughter reached me across the room, a cruel reminder of what had been taken from me. Not by choice, but by necessity and family duty. Now, I wished I was a little bit like Avery, doing whatever it takes to make me happy. My heart ached, yet I couldn't afford to let those feelings show, masking it with a fake smile as my gaze flickered across the room.

Dinner was a grand affair, the tables laden with delicacies and fine wine flowing freely. I took a forkful of my pasta, the food turning to ash in my mouth, and I proceeded to continuously stab it with my fork, my appetite dissipating into nothingness. Across the table, Adrian engaged in animated discussions with various guests, who dragged me into their conversations a few times, his charm and wit on full display. My cheeks were starting to hurt from the fake smiles. He was the perfect groom in everyone's eyes but mine. Our interactions were limited, clinical even. There was no warmth, no genuine affection. We were strangers tied together by a contract rather than vows of love.

His gaze met mine a few times as he conversed with his business partners, his eyes cold, a deep shade of grey, holding emotions I couldn’t place. He smiled a few times, the smiles failing to reach his eyes each time.

Adrian scared me a bit; his demeanor, his eyes too. A man of a few words, he spoke only when necessary, those necessary things being, business and dishing out orders. Funny how it took me one evening to figure out.

Soon enough, it was time to go to my new home, to live with absolute strangers. Cameras kept flashing in my face, the media trying to seek answers to questions from my husband, who pretended like they weren’t even there. I smiled, inwardly.

My father kept assuring me that I was going to be okay and no matter how candid his voice sounded, and the sincerity that swam in his eyes, I couldn’t bring my self to believe him, to trust him.

We got into the sleek black car that was overly decorated, and I felt a tear trickle down my cheeks as the vehicle hit the road. I sat in silence, anticipation, and oblivion, letting fate lead the way.

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  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER FOUR

    HEAVENThe transition from the somber, almost grave-like atmosphere of the car ride to our new residence was abrupt, the serene, ominous silence giving way to a scene of somewhat orchestrated chaos as the vehicle rolled to a gentle stop. Adrian hadn’t so much as spared me a glance, his eyes and attention fixated on his phone as he typed away on the device throughout the whole drive. Clearly, I wasn’t worth a whit of his attention. My heart constricted, sighs eluded my mouth at intervals, as I fondled with my perfectly manicured fingers, my gaze floundering everywhere but him. I darted my eyes to the windows, staring at the intricately designed structure that stood tall, right in the middle of the space. Despite the elegance of the vast structure that towered before us, it was impossible not to feel its walls already closing in, a luxury prison designed with an aesthetic charm that felt more like a taunt to my inner turmoil. This was my prison for—God knows how long. As if on cue, a

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  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER FIVE

    CHAPTER FIVE HEAVENThe morning sunlight trickled in through the gaps in the curtains, gently rousing me from my slumber. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft glow of dawn. The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cold, indicating that Adrian had been gone for a while. I sat up, wrapping the silk robe around my frame, a shiver running down my spine as memories of the previous night cascaded through my mind like a relentless wave.Adrian’s commanding voice echoed in the recesses of my memory, his words stark, devoid of warmth. " Strip." His directive had been laced with an impatience that brooked no argument, his eyebrow arching in a silent challenge. I remembered the tremble in my hands, the quickening of my heartbeat, and the uneasy knot in my stomach. Despite my hesitations, the night had unfolded in a way that quashed all the whispered rumors about Adrian Miller's supposed impotency. Those moments of intimacy, veiled in the shadows of the night, had revealed a tru

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  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER SIX

    HEAVEN I had just come out of the bathroom when I heard a knock on the door. Adrian was at the other corner of the room, eyes trained on his laptop, he didn't look like he was planning to get up anytime soon. I sighed, making my way over to the door to check who it was. "Oh, hello." I forced a smile at the maid who stood in front of me. She held an envelope in her hands, her eyes downcast."Good evening ma'am. This came for you a few minutes ago." She outstretched her hand holding the envelope. I took it from her and realized it wasn't an envelope, it was an invitation card.Could it be....“Thank you." I said to the girl politely before slamming the door on her face. I stared at the invitation card as if it were a bomb in my hand, contemplating wether to open it or not. A shaky breath left my lips as I turned it over to read what was written on the front. Avery Weds Kyle.Oh God.Avery sent me an Invite to her wedding. She invited me to watch her marry the man she s

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  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER SEVEN

    HEAVENI woke up with a start, the blaring sound of my phone's notifications jolting me from the depths of a restless sleep. My head throbbed with a merciless ache, the remnants of last night's fiasco pulsing behind my temples. I could barely recall the events, but the snippets that did surface made me want to burrow into my bed and never emerge again.As I reached for my phone, squinting against the harsh light of the screen, I was bombarded by a stream of messages, missed calls, and notifications. Panic clawed at my chest, my heart racing as I began to piece together the chaos."What have I done now?" I murmured to myself, scrolling through the notifications. My breath hitched when I saw it—a video that had been shared and re-shared across various social media platforms, gaining traction with a speed that felt unreal. It was me, in one of my most vulnerable and embarrassing moments, immortalised for the internet's unforgiving consumption."God, no," I gasped, feeling a wave of nause

    Huling Na-update : 2024-12-23
  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER EIGHT

    CHAPTER EIGHT HEAVEN I lay in bed for what felt like an eternity, tears streaming down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably. But as the evening sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow through the windows, I knew I couldn't stay there forever. Staying in bed and crying wasn't going to do me any good. With a newfound determination, I slowly got out of bed, my body aching from the emotional turmoil. I walked over to the dresser, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes were puffy, my face streaked with tears. I looked like a mess. I took a deep breath and began to undo the damage. I froze my hair into a ponytail, securing it with a hair tie. Then, I quickly undressed, shedding my clothes onto the floor. I headed into the shower, letting the warm water wash away my tears and calm my frazzled nerves. The water cascaded down my body, soothing my tense muscles. I stood there for a few moments, letting the water work its magic. Finally, I turned off the shower and step

    Huling Na-update : 2025-01-09
  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER NINE

    CHAPTER NINE HEAVEN I woke up to the unsettling sensation of Adrian's arm wrapped around my body. His hand was splayed across my stomach, his fingers brushing against my skin in a way that felt almost...intimate. I knew it was all just a facade, a result of our awkward encounter the previous night. But still, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort. I was naked under the sheet, and I knew I had to somehow remove Adrian's hand without exposing myself. I carefully tried to slide out from under his arm, but it was harder than it looked. Just as I was starting to think I'd managed it, Adrian stirred. His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he just looked at me. I felt a flutter in my chest as I took in the sight of him in the morning. His hair was rough and tousled, his eyes still droopy from sleep. He looked...beautiful. And for a moment, I forgot about the awkwardness between us, forgot about the fact that we were essentially strangers. But the moment passed, and Adr

    Huling Na-update : 2025-01-10
  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER TEN

    CHAPTER TENADRIANI sat at my desk, scrutinizing every detail of the Smith account, my eyes scanning the financial reports with precision. My father's words still lingered in my mind, echoing like a challenge: "You're not aggressive enough in your negotiations, Adrian." I couldn't shake off the feeling that I'd somehow failed to meet his expectations, that I'd fallen short of the perfection he demanded.What was wrong with me? I thought, my mind racing with self-doubt. I'd always strived for perfection, refusing to accept anything less. The mere thought of someone complaining about my work made my skin crawl. I hated being criticized, hated being told I wasn't good enough.I tossed my pen between my fingers, the familiar weight of it comforting as I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor. Come on, Adrian, think, I urged myself, studying the data on my laptop screen. Everything seemed spotless, just the way I liked it. The numbers added up, the projections were solid, and yet...and

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  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER ELEVEN

    CHAPTER ELEVEN HEAVEN As I lay on the floor, I couldn't help but notice the look on Adrian's face. It was a mix of irritation, confusion, and utter bewilderment. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the bright yellow walls, the matching bed sheets, and the LED lights that pulsed with an otherworldly energy. I fought the urge to smile, to laugh at the absurdity of it all. But I managed to keep a straight face, intrigued by Adrian's reaction.Adrian's gaze snapped back to mine, his eyes narrowing. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.I shrugged, nonchalant. "I painted our room."Adrian's face darkened. "Who gave you the right to do this?" he spat.I sat up, my eyes locking onto his. "It's my room too, Adrian. We're married, we live together. I can do what I like. Moreover…"Adrian's jaw clenched, his fists balling at his sides. "Moreover?" he bit out.I smiled sweetly. "Moreover, the colors here were too dark. The black and grey were making me feel u

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  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

    HEAVEN.I've been thinking about Adrian a lot lately. Not that it's wrong to, but then.It's so obvious he needs help but he's not accepting what I have to offer.It saddens me.I absentmindedly picked up the croissant I was eating, and I continued to stuff my face with the buttery goodness.I realized I had been stressed eating or more accurately, overeating lately and I had put on a considerable amount of weight.But that was fine. I'd just burn it in the home gym.I searched my wardrobe for the most comfortable wear I could find fit for the gym and I put them on, tying my hair in a loose nut, I headed downstairs to check out the gym.It's a part of the house I've never had cause to visit given the fact that I'm always in good shape, but recently I had let myself go a lot.I touched my protruding belly after I had finished dressing up. Standing in front of a mirror it looked worse than I felt.In reality, it wasn't that large nor was I too fat, I had been skinny as a child and the

  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

    ADRIAN.I lay in bed unmoving. I could hear Heaven breathing beside me, I couldn't afford to face her.I was scared beyond my edges, my nerves were frayed.I realise now that I actually do need help. I can't keep putting this off forever, it's driving me crazy.If I faced Heaven now I'm sure she would find the cracks in my exterior and realise I'm not as stable as my voice had let on earlier.I decided to call Ethan in the morning and talk to him about fixing me for a session with his therapist.For now, I needed to sleep. I had to follow through with my facade with Heaven.We were supposed to talk things out and settle our issues but I couldn't even manage that.I was mentally beating myself about everything.I exhaled quietly, trying not to shift too much in bed. If I did, she’d know I was awake. She’d turn, her dark eyes would meet mine, and I wouldn’t be able to hold my composure. I was already splintering at the edges, barely keeping my head above water.God, I was so tired.Tire

  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

    HEAVEN.The day stretched on, but I couldn’t focus on anything.Adrian’s distance weighed on me. I wanted to help, but how do you help someone who refuses to be helped?I was still lost in thought when my phone rang.Unknown Number.I frowned before answering. “Hello?”Silence.And then“You should leave him.”The voice was distorted, mechanical.My heart slammed against my ribs. “Who is this?”“No good can come from being with Adrian. Walk away while you still can.”Cold fear crept up my spine. “Why are you—”Click.The line went dead.I stared at my phone, my pulse hammering.What the hell was that?And why did it feel like a warning?I didn’t tell Adrian about the call.Not yet.I didn’t want to add to whatever he was already dealing with.But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming.And I wasn’t sure any of us were ready for it.DIANA.I had just gotten to Adrian's office when I saw him walking out of the building with Ethan.I have to say I was completely surprised

  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

    HEAVEN.The morning air felt thick, carrying the weight of last night’s silence. I sat at the dining table, absently stirring my tea, but my mind was elsewhere.Adrian had slept outside. That fact settled in my chest like a rock. It wasn't just about the nightmare—there was something deeper clawing at him. Something he refused to share.I had wanted to wake him, to pull him back inside, but I hesitated. Would he have let me? Or would he have just pulled further away?A part of me feared the answer.“Heaven?”I blinked and looked up. One of the maids, Mira, was watching me with cautious eyes.“Are you okay, ma’am?”I forced a small smile. “I’m fine.”She didn’t look convinced, but she nodded and continued setting the table.Adrian walked in a few moments later, his suit sharp, his presence commanding, but there was something off.His movements were stiff, and when his eyes met mine, there was a flicker of hesitation. I knew he was pretending to be okay and it only hurt me even deeper.

  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

    HEAVEN.I waited for Adrian to come back from the office and it felt like time became slower with each hour that passed.I busied myself doing random mundane things, I cleaned and dusted the furniture in the room, I reorganized the bookshelf by alphabet and then I reorganized it by genre again.I went to the kitchen to see if there was anything I could help the chef with but I was told not to worry.I picked a bowl and took fresh fruits from the fridge and then I went back to the room to wait.Finally, it was evening and then ever so slowly it trickled into the night and that was when Adrian came back.As soon as I heard his car pull in, I felt all happy and jittery. I fluffed my hair and checked my lipgloss again feeling like I was sixteen.Adrian came straight up to the room after exchanging a couple of grunts in greetings with whoever it was he passed on his way in.“Welcome home”, I said, moving to hug him.He planted a firm kiss on my forehead asking me how my day went.I recount

  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

    HEAVEN.I had just enjoyed what could be termed the best day of my life so far.After everything bad that's been happening in my life it felt like I had finally breathed, or the earth had decided to open clear skies for me.Giddy with excitement, I was able to sit through dinner trying to restrain my sunshine to just a little night light inside of me but I was sure the entire family could feel the bubbles on my skin.It didn't bother me much though, as long as nobody popped my bubble I had no reason to relate with them.I've always felt safer when silent, besides it's not like I was their favourite or anything.Once again, Justin's mother tried to initiate a conversation.“When are you getting married Justin?” She had asked.Justin found it a rather impromptu shocking question and had to cough out his meal before he choked on it.“Mother, I am not interested in marriage right now.” He said.I noticed his wounds had patched up well and he was almost back to looking like his old self.H

  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER TWENTY

    ADRIAN.The sun was setting, and for the first time in years, I actually stopped to watch it.Not from an office window. Not in passing as I rushed to my next meeting.I was just here. Watching.The sky stretched above me, a perfect blend of fire and dusk. The colors bled into each other, shifting from gold to crimson to deep violet, like a slow-burning ember. The river mirrored the sky’s transformation, the water moving lazily beneath the fading light.I exhaled, letting the warm air settle over me.This day had been… unexpected.I hadn’t planned on leaving the office early. I hadn’t planned on wandering through old streets, stepping into antique shops, or stopping to admire art. And I certainly hadn’t planned on sitting here, watching the sunset thinking about her.But here I was.For some reason I couldn't get Heaven out of my mind even when I tried. Everything reminded me of her.I held the locket I had gotten from the antique shop into the sunset and it shimmered as the departing

  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER NINETEEN

    HEAVEN.And where are you off to today?” Adrian's step mother asked me, a sneer in her tone.I knew she was itching for an argument but I was determined to have my peaceful day.“I don't know yet, maybe walk around and feel the breeze” I replied.She grunted “you should be more useful”I ignored her remark and continued eating my breakfast, once I was done I cleared my plates and left the house.I felt entirely better the moment I felt the breeze in my hair.Today was going to be a great day for me whether I liked it or not.I walked with no real destination, letting the city guide me wherever it pleased. The old part of town always felt like a different world—a place where time stretched and folded, where the past and present blended together.The cobblestone streets were uneven beneath my feet, worn down by years of footsteps, of stories passing through. Little cafés with ivy climbing up their walls lined the sidewalks, their wooden tables filled with people sipping coffee, laughing

  • SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE   CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

    JUSTIN.I had come out of my room to refill my water jug when I bumped into Adrian in the kitchen.Although I hated him for the scars and bruises he inflicted upon me, I knew I still had the upper hand with our father.I had no idea what their beef was about but it obviously dates back to something very old and deep. Sometimes I wonder if it has to do with Adrian's mother.But it's not my place to pry, besides everything was working in my favour so I wouldn't be the one to repair their broken relationship at my detriment.It wouldn't be very wise.I could never forgive Adrian for beating me up though, I needed to find a way to put him in his place.He might still be a part of the company but I was always going to be above him.“I'll get you Adrian. This isn't the last you'll see of me.”I said to him, vengeance a hot boil in my stomach.This was far from over.I stormed out of the kitchen almost at the same time he left, and headed straight for the den.I wasn't ready to go back to m

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