All Chapters of The Substitute Bride: Banished with the Alpha's babies: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

 NINA'S POV.  I watched them hugging in the garden, with my intestines feeling like they were being grilled. I had been enjoying a lovely evening in the garden, and they just had to storm in and ruin it.  What? He was sorry? Had he ever apologized to me? He treated me with contempt in his every gaze, but had never apologized or even acted like he was sorry for once. Whatever he had done to Nadia, I knew it couldn't be up to all he had done to me, yet he was apologizing to her with such genuine expression on his face.  My breath came out faster, as heat spread through my chest angrily.  What was so special about Nadia? What exactly!? She looked like she was shocked, but of course, she was pleased. Will released her, and began to say something I couldn't hear, and a blush crept to her cheeks.  How dare she? I longed

 NADIA'S POV.  John looked at me with a kind of gratitude in his eyes that moved me. “I've kept this for so long in my heart. I haven't spoken much about it with anyone. It has always eaten away at me, and I have nightmares every time I go to sleep. Since Jake died, I've never really had a rest of mind. I'm always thinking about him.” He bit his lip, and his eyes glistened with tears once more.  He added, “But right now, it seems like I might finally be able to sleep once everything is over.” He said, and my heart went soft. Losing someone wasn't easy. I had experienced it when Penelope suddenly died without me knowing anything.  It had hurt… hurt so bad that I couldn't stop my tears from falling. All I wanted was someone to talk to, and lament all I wanted. I had felt guilty of not checking up on her, and maybe John felt exactly that

NADIA’S POV I had acted so well that everyone in the house believed that I had really lost my kids. I recalled seeing Nina standing somewhere in the living room, and watching as Will tried to comfort me. She must have had mixed emotions. Jealousy and anger must have flowed in her veins. Well, someone as vicious as her, deserved it, and even deserved more. She was yet to see what was going to take her by surprise. In her head, she probably thought she was winning. I had intentionally come outside to wail as John had told me to make the whole scenario real as Nina, with the kind of person she is, she might try to double check. When dealing with a smart person like her, one had to be extra smart. By now, everyone thinks I have slept off, so Nina must be thinking the same thing, too. Certainly, no one can be around the corner here. I picked up my phone, then went on a video cal

 NINA'S POV  I blow-dried my hair in the mirror, humming a nice tune to myself. I couldn't deny that I was in good spirits that morning. Everything was going fine. If I hadn't talked to mum, I might have still been stuck in my problem. The twins were gone, and Nadia was mourning. Seeing her mourn was like peace to my soul. She had dared to be the center of attention. How dare she?  I bet the ugly, little things were starving and crying for their mum. They didn't know they would never see her if I wanted it. I got up from the table, dropped my blow dryer, and walked to my bedside in my bathrobe.  "We ought to have a huge celebration, Nina." I said, picking up the wine bottle on the bedside table. I poured wine generously into my glass, and cheered to the mirror.  A large amount of the wine made it down my throat on my f

 NADIA'S POV.   “Do you want Hansel and Gretel?” I asked Zelda and Zayn, as I flipped through the pages of a large storybook I had found in the library. “Nope. I want Beauty and the Beast.” Zayn replied. “No! That's too boring. I want to listen to Sleeping beauty.” Zelda replied, blushing. “How many times do we have to listen to that! I know all the lines in my head.” Zayn snapped with a cute pout, as he crossed his arms in an odd way. Each hand held the other arm when they were supposed to be tucked in his chest.  “Then wait until I know all the lines in my head, too.” Zelda replied wittily.  “When is that going to happen?” “When I listen to it twenty more times.” “Twenty? I'll start coun