All Chapters of The Billionaire's Substitute Bride: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Louise Rose."And you will love this! Tadaa!"The confetti showers all over Rosy. She laughed, trying to catch the confetti around her. I couldn't keep myself from smiling. The nurses help me with this plan, and it works well."Thank you!" I beamed at Kensie. She's one who will always be there for Rosy in this care facility whenever I'm not around."My goodness. How much did you guys cut for this?" Rosy's hands are holding a few of the confetti cuts. It's made of paper from the recycled materials at the office. The golden one is the one I bought the other day."Open it up, Rosy. Come on, I can't wait!" Shella uttered beside her. She's more excited at the present.I giggled and kept my smile. The box is too big for the present itself. Shella helped Rosy as I was filming them."Oh. . . It's empty." Rosy's mouth fell when she saw the brown folder inside it. She looked at me puzzled.I nodded."Open it, Rosy…"She looked at it first and slowly ripped the edge. My heart is racing. I don't

Louise Rose.'Your mother… she has passed away a few months after she left you with me. That's why she couldn't come back for us, Louise…'Tears came rolling down my cheeks as I waited for Hendrix. I hugged my knees, crying in vain like a lost child.I laughed at Rosy's confession earlier. It was like a joke, and I didn't know how to take it in.I was speechless and shocked at the same time. Now that I'm all alone, here in the dark corner of Rosy's house, everything comes back haunted—my reality.The mother that I hated so much was long gone. Are you kidding me?I've been rehearsing a lot in the back of my mind, preparing myself for the day she will return for me. I have a lot to ask. Too many, to be exact. But what is it now? What will happen now? What will I do now…"Louise?"I gasped for air and stood up quickly when I heard Hendrix's voice outside. I wiped my tears, but my vision blurred, and my tears kept rolling down. It seemed like all the tears I had kept for myself for years

Louise Rose.I swear in my mother's name, I will make Stephanie pay for what she has done to me!"I'm busting! Hey!""Just pee on your pants. You're going to die anyway." She folded her arms across her chest while observing the two men getting ready for something.I chuckled. "I don't want to die smells like shit, at least! You should grant me some wishes, you know, bitch!"She twirled around, frustrated by my annoyance."Will you shut up! I can't concentrate!" She yelled like a maniac.I giggled at that. "Oh well, too bad. I will never leave you in concentration. So, better untie me, Steph, and bring me a moment of joy!"She disregarded me. She plugged her ears while waiting for the boys to wrap up.What the hell they're doing?I'm out in the dark, at least, and now the sun is shining brightly. I never had a wink last night. I've been thinking of many ways to escape, but I can't do anything.At least one of the boys is kind enough to let me use the toilet. But even there, there was

Hendrix.Reeve accompanied me when we arrived at El Puerto. A car was waiting for us. Xavion arranged it. He also contacted the authorities to check the area around. And because it's not yet twenty-four hours, they don't consider it as a missing person. So, we have no choice but to work out independently.The boys will be coming to help. Most of them were at the event, waiting for us, but the party was over. It hasn't even started."Mum, not now, please. I need to find Louise," I answer my mother in the line. She's been calling me non-stop."Look, son. Eddie and Marco are on their way. They might take a while, but they're coming."I sighed, feeling frustrated now. The camera recording shows not much. It did not even capture the face of the person with Louise. The area was quiet, too. They're making sure that they can't be seen. They prepare well for this and damn it. I will make them pay for this."Also, son, Eddie told me that Stephanie actually came back this morning. He doesn't be

Louise Rose.It feels like just yesterday, yet a month has already passed. As I glanced at my mother's name on her urn, I also looked at her picture beside it. I resemble her. She's beautiful, and I just look like her. For years, I have refused to look at her photos from Rosy's old albums. I didn't want to see her at that moment, nor did I want her image to linger in my mind. I didn't feel any anger towards her. I just didn't want to imagine what she looked like.Ideally, Rosy embodies the motherly figure I've always cherished, and during moments of hardship and solitude, it's her face I long for most.I have no regrets.If I were to look at old photos of my mother and notice how much I resemble her, I might feel resentment. Whenever I see my reflection, I see my mother, which prevents me from finding peace.As a child, I had many questions about why she left me with Rosy and why she never came back. But that was in the past. It’s all behind us now, and we are left with the answers