All Chapters of Saved To Be A Substitute: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lillian's POV."Will Dustin like this color?" I asked myself, raising the red-colored sweater I was knitting."He might like it," A faint smile spread on my lips as I lowered my hands to continue knitting. Knitting had been the most effective way to kill boredom after my accident. The accident that happened three years ago, confined me to a wheelchair and made most of the exciting things in my life a distant memory. My immobility had caused me to be locked away in this huge mansion. Sickened by my loneliness, I sought hobbies to occupy myself, and knitting was my best option."I might add a blue color to the sweater," I muttered.As I continued knitting, I heard the door swing open. Lifting my head, I spotted my husband, Dustin Stone, stepping in.Dustin was a successful billionaire tycoon. In my eyes, he was the most handsome man alive. His dark eyes and deep pink lips were something to die for."Pumpkin, look what I'm making for you," I said, raising the half-made sweater. "What c

My breath grew shallow, gasps desperately leaving my lips. It felt like I couldn't breathe. My lungs seemed to reject the very air they had taken in. "You are such a devil!" I screamed, each word going against the little air I had left. "My kidney will never be yours. She will die like the pathetic bitch that she is, and you'll finally know how it feels to lose someone...that you love,"His eyes darkened at my words, but there was no real shock. There was just a deeper malice that sent chills down my spine. "You're a fool, if you think that will happen," He spat, his voice no longer firm, but chillingly void of emotions."Yes I do!" I asserted, my shaky hands slowly reaching up to wipe the tears I didn't realize had fallen already. "You're going to regret everything you've done to me and my father...You could have just found another donor, but you chose someone gullible, someone you could control." "Cut the fucking crap," Dustin sneered, his lips curving into a twisted smile. "I w

Lillian's POV. My eyes widened as his lips pressed against mine. My mind froze for a second before I wondered why he was kissing me. I thought that he wanted to save me. Did he stop Dustin just so he could take advantage of my situation? Why was everyone trying to exploit my vulnerability? Instinctively, I put my bound hands forward, “Get off me!” I screamed and tried to push him away. His warm hands, however, held my face more firmly, though without hurting me. He continued kissing me, ignoring my feeble attempts at protest. “You bastard!” I cussed. It seemed like all men were nothing but scumbags. A surge of anger filled my veins, and I was about to push him again when I noticed his eyes were closed and tears were visible on his cheeks. Why was he crying? Everything felt so confusing. It wasn't my business what he was doing, though. I just needed to stop him. With renewed strength, I succeeded in pushing him away. His body banged on the edge of the car seat. "Stop it!" I sn

Alexander's POVMy body crashed into the driver's seat, but I wasn't concerned about myself. My mind was on Jessica.As the car came to a halt, I quickly stabilized myself and darted my gaze toward her.My eyes widened in shock at the sight of her slumped body, with blood trickling down her head. "Jessica!" I exclaimed in shock."Jessica..." I muttered, fear filling me as I reached for her. I scooped her into my arms and gently wiped the blood dripping down her face. Reaching for my pocket, I pulled out my handkerchief and pressed it against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "What the hell was that?!" I spat, turning to see Dustin's car. It seemed like that bastard was stronger and more determined than I thought. Even a bullet through his thigh hadn't stopped him. What did he truly want from Jessica? Was he working for my rival? Or was this all for his sick pleasure? I wanted to go to him, drag the answers out of him, and blow up his car for nearly causing an accident, but

Lillian's POV."It's for Jessica," Alexander replied, gesturing toward me.My jaw dropped at his words. Did he get a wheelchair for me? How did he even know...? Oh, Martin must have told him. "Why did you get a wheelchair for me...I mean, when?" I asked, my voice filled with amazement. "I ordered it on our way to the mansion. Though It would be a pleasure to carry you everywhere, I don't want to cause you any inconvenience," He said, glancing at me with a gentle smile. A warmth spread through my heart as his words sank in. "It's an electric wheelchair. You don't have to worry about anyone pushing you. Also, if you want to go downstairs, there's an elevator. But if you are claustrophobic, I'll have a stair lift installed for you..." I hadn't felt this kind of kindness in a long time. The wheelchair I was using wasn't electric. I had to push myself everywhere, and it wasn't comfortable at all. My complaints had always been ignored. To see a stranger doing so much for me. It was ov