Lahat ng Kabanata ng Substitute Bride: The Mysterious Billionaire Falls For Me: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

~Asher~Furious was burning in my chest as she slowly take off her dress.Every time I asked her to do that, her eyes held an emotion I couldn't decipher. As if it was something she wasn't used to.Now, I understood why. It was because I wasn't Ian and she felt it would be a betrayal to her lover.If Flynn hadn't realized and stopped it in time, I would rip both their heads off in person. How dared they cheat under my eyes?!And there was one thing I didn't want to admit. It hurt my ego more knowing that she had feelings for him and not me.Andrew was right. She was only a phase. I should turn her into my bed slave as I planned at first. I showed her too much mercy.Well, I was about to change that for good now.She had undressed herself but kept her gaze lowered like a lifeless soul. It fueled my anger more. I opened the showerhead and the water splashed on her body."Wash up! Every single place that he touched you!"I demanded harshly, and she started moving her hands at once. Yet h

~Elena~Flynn withdrew the thermometer from my mouth, "Your temperature is perfect, ma'am, same as your look. You've been working all day, I'm sure you just need some pain reliever and you're good to go."My shoulders slouched when I realized he wasn't buying it.This was my second attempt to slide away from meeting the Waltons and Flynn was just too smart, he wouldn't buy my excuses."Would you like to check out the dresses now and tell me if there are any adjustments you'll like me to make?" He asked."Yeah sure," I nodded and followed him to the walk-in closet."I understand that you were caught off guard by the news, hence your reason for being nervous. It was an impromptu invitation. But I'm pretty sure things will go well, ma'am." Flynn tried to comfort me."Do you know what they're like? Asher's family."Flynn was quiet for a moment, "they're quite interesting people. I'm sure they'll love you and you'll like them too."Before I could ask another question, Flynn tapped a button

~Asher~After a brief private discussion with Grandpa, I sat on the balcony watching Elena happily pick strawberries in the garden. She would pluck them and keep them in the fruit basket that a maid carried around for her. She seemed to be having fun with the activity.I heard from the butler that she had insisted I stayed inside as it was cold outside, and that I would try to come meet her since we were inseparable. As I said, she was doing the perfect wife role a bit too perfectly.Staring at her, I couldn't help but wonder the kind of person she was. It was almost as if the tabs I had on her were wrong, it was like she was an entirely different person from what my crew dug her to be. But I knew they wouldn't lie to me.With her, I had to remind myself frequently that she was a dangerous person and someone I should never be carefree around, but that personality didn't seem to be something she had.She looked so soft and fragile like she wouldn't even hurt a fly. She was not as fierc

~Elena~The atmosphere in the car was a lot hotter than being under the sun, even in the presence of the blasting air conditioning unit. When Asher joined, it got even hotter, especially when I took a glance at his face.As usual, he bore a stoic expression but I could see all of his emotions beneath it and I needed no soothsayer to tell me I was in for the unimaginable."Take us home," he informed the driver who started the car at once.The quietness that came after made me sweaty and I dropped my jaw a thousand times, intending to explain myself, and failing every time I tried.Maybe if I explained to him what truly happened, he would believe me."What happened was-He turned his face away, and I swallowed back the words. But his ears were still available and he didn't shut me up, so I chose to continue."Nothing happened between Ian and me, Asher-"Master," his gritting correction came.Right. I almost forgot we were no longer with his family."Master," I gulped. "Nothing happened

~Elena~***My life in the orphanage home was one I would never forget, it was a part of my childhood that scarred me. No, my entire life scarred me.I could barely pick out a good memory from my time in the orphanage, it was always from one abuse to the other.We had celebrities come to donate to our home but most of them did it for the net, and after taking videos with us in pretty clothes and a big faux smile, their expression switches to disgust. Their original hateful selves return and they see us like garbage.Sometimes we are lucky to have a share in whatever was given, other times it was shared amongst our supposed carers. We were basically tools to enhance their reputation.Aside from the abuse from my guardians, I was also bullied by my peers and I didn't dare report it because I would be tagged as a weakling who couldn't fight for herself and then sent out to the field to work. In there, not falling sick was the biggest blessing, because when you fall sick it prevents you f