All Chapters of The Substitute Billionaire Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Katherine's eyes filled with tears as she stormed out of the living room, her heart pounding with a mix of rage and humiliation. She barely registered the concerned looks from the Rojas family, or the horrified expressions on the faces of her own family. All she could think about was the sting of her father's slap and the overwhelming sense of betrayal.Mr. Alfred stood there, his face a mix of anger and regret. The tension in the room was palpable, and he felt the weight of embarrassment pressing down on him. He turned to the Rojas family, his voice heavy with regret. "I'm deeply sorry for what just happened. Please understand, this is not how we usually are."As he turned to leave, Mr. Rojas stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "Mr. Alfred," he called out, stopping him in his tracks. "I understand family conflicts, but you must teach your daughters how to behave. This kind of chaos can't continue."Mr. Alfred nodded, his expression solemn. "I'll do my best," he replied, his voi

Katherine stood outside the family house, her breath coming in short, angry bursts. Tonight, she would finally confront her father. She pushed open the door, her footsteps echoing through the quiet hallways. With each step she took, her anger built up inside her like a storm ready to unleash. As she reached her father's study, she stopped and took a deep breath. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes blazing with fury. Mr. Alfred was sitting at his desk, his face calm but his eyes filled with sadness. He looked up and met her gaze, a look of understanding passing between them. "Katherine," he said softly, "I knew you would come." Katherine clenched her fists, her voice trembling with rage. "You knew? Of course, you did. You think you're so clever, don't you? But you're going to pay for what you've done." Mr. Alfred stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Katherine, please, let's talk about this." "Talk?" Katherine spat, taking a step closer. "You don't get

Katherine drove with trembling hands, her vision blurred by the tears she could no longer hold back. Each mile brought back memories, sharper and more painful than the last. Her mother’s face haunted her, the soft smile that used to bring her comfort now a ghost that gnawed at her sanity. She pulled up to the old bridge, the very spot where someone had tried to end her life. The engine's hum faded into silence as she stepped out, the crunch of gravel under her heels echoing in the stillness. The cold wind tugged at her hair, pulling it across her tear-streaked face as she approached the railing. She rested her hands on the cold metal, the chill biting into her skin, grounding her in the present while her mind drifted to the past.The memory was a haze, but certain fragments stood out with agonizing clarity. She remembered the shove, the sudden loss of balance, and the sheer terror as she plummeted towards the icy water below. The sensation of the water swallowing her, the suffocating

Lillian clutched the book tightly as she made her way to Sebastian's study. The house seemed eerily quiet, every creak of the floorboards echoing her tension. She knocked on his door, the sound sharp and urgent. “Come in,” Sebastian’s voice called out from within.She entered, finding Sebastian at his desk, papers strewn about. He looked up, his eyes tired but alert. “Lillian, what’s wrong?” he asked, noticing her pale face and the book in her hands.“Sebastian, I found this in Katherine’s room,” she said, her voice shaky. “You need to see this.”Sebastian took the book from her, his brow furrowing as he flipped through the pages. His face darkened with each turn, the lines around his mouth deepening.“I’ve seen this book before,” he said finally, his voice cold. “It belonged to my mother. I saw her with it not too long ago. But this is vicious, why is Katherine doing all this?”Lillian felt a chill run down her spine. “What does it mean, Sebastian? Katherine had been the one killi

The phone rang, jolting Mr. Alfred from his thoughts. He picked it up, his hand shaking slightly. The past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions and revelations, and he feared what might come next."Hello?" he answered, trying to steady his voice."Mr. Alfred, this is Detective Harris from the precinct," came the calm, professional voice on the other end. "We have some information regarding the recent misfortunes in your family."Mr. Alfred's grip tightened on the phone. "What is it, Detective?""We have identified the person responsible for the deaths in your family," Detective Harris said. "This morning, we received a confession from a woman who provided evidence against Katherine. She claims Katherine is responsible for your wife and daughter's deaths."Mr. Alfred felt as if the ground had shifted beneath him. "Evidence?" he managed to say. "What kind of evidence?""She provided documents and recordings that link Katherine to the incidents," the detective explained. "We need to