All Chapters of The Billionaire who took my Husband's Place : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

(Helena’s POV)I told myself I wouldn’t go, that I had dignity and I still had options. But dignity didn’t pay the bills. And the bank didn’t accept pride as currency.So I stood in front of Cavendish & Co., my heart pounding, knowing this was my last chance to crawl out of the wreckage Daniel had left behind.It had taken me an hour to gather the nerve to call him. Another hour to talk myself into stepping into the black car he had sent. And now, as I stared at the massive glass doors before me, I wondered if I had made the worst mistake of my life.I stepped inside, my heels clicking against the polished floors, and barely had a moment to collect myself before a poised, impeccably dressed woman at the front desk glanced up."Mrs. Whitmore?" she asked smoothly, already expecting me. "Mr. Cavendish is waiting for you. Follow me."I exhaled slowly, steeling myself. There was no turning back now. He led me to the private elevator, and I rode up in silence, my fingers twisting around t

(Adrian’s POV) There should have been flowers, music, laughter or perhaps a lace-trimmed handkerchief delicately dabbing at a joyful tear. Weddings were meant to be grand affairs, filled with promises and scandalous dances under glittering chandeliers. But this wedding wasn't it. Instead it was a dimly lit conference room at the Celeste Regent Hotel with a disinterested officiant shuffling papers like this was a tax audit rather than the binding of two lives together. It was Helena, the bride in black, standing rigidly before me, looking as if she were walking to the gallows instead of the altar. Helena does not wear white, of course, she won't, she was never going to make this easy for me. She is definition of rebellion wrapped in silk, a reminder that this is not love. Yet, here we are. She doesn’t look at me, her eyes drift past my shoulder, toward the door, like she’s thinking about running. But I know she won’t, not because she wants this, but because she has no other cho

(Helena’s POV)There are three universal truths about high society that you should know. One, No one ever truly cares about charity galas. It’s just an excuse for powerful men to stroke their egos and for their wives to wear gowns they’ve been dying to show off. Two, The second you show weakness, they will eat you alive, and they do it with a smile and a glass of champagne, and three, I am the main course tonight.The car slowed as we neared the Grand Bellemont Hotel, where cameras flashed like a firing squad waiting for the kill.I exhaled, fingers clenching around my clutch. "This is a mistake."Adrian didn’t look up, still adjusting his cufflinks with calm, deliberate movements. Like he wasn’t about to walk us into a lion’s den."It’s only a mistake if you make it one," he said smoothly.I turned to him, irritation curling in my stomach. "And what exactly does that mean?""It means," he bellowed, "that whatever they say, however they look at you, it only matters if you let it."I