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The CEO's Substitute: Love In London

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 513    |    Released on: 21/01/2026

f the room. Morgana Vane clung to his arm, her eyes darting bet

t back, angling his body to place himself slight

ed. He walked like a man who knew exactly where the la

smell the scotch on Cason's breath. Close enou

't reach his eyes. It

asp. Her heel caught-or pretended to

she cr

g straight toward Kamden's chest. It was the oldest trick in the book.

alculation in Morgana's eyes. He saw the smirk on

dn't move

arp, deliber

iron bar, not to catch her, but to

to cling to, flailed. Her

h

raceful swoon. It was a hard, awkward imp

ballroom. A ripple of shocked w

a mask of humiliation and fu

hand. He stared straight at Cason. "Your da

was cool, detached, like she was observing a

ely. He chuckled. It was a dark, low sound

er hand over her mouth to suppress a laugh.

deep, ugly red. She brushed furiously at her dress

if her proximity alone had soile

and took Hele

ic, and dripping with condescension. "Do you need

her mouth open

ed forward. "En

o vibrate. His voice... it was

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The CEO's Substitute: Love In London
The CEO's Substitute: Love In London
“My husband Kamden and I were the most powerful couple in New York, an unbreakable alliance of wealth and influence. To the world, we were perfect, especially with our new baby daughter, Penny, waiting for us at home. But the illusion shattered at the Jasper Stone gala when Cason Vincent walked in. He wasn't just a rival; he was a dead ringer for Kamden-a cruel, predatory mirror image who seemed to know the secrets of the year I spent in London. In front of the city's elite, a socialite screamed that I was a fraud, accusing me of using Kamden as a "substitute" for the man I truly loved. The music stopped, and the room turned into a sea of judgmental whispers. I expected my husband to shield me, but the paranoia in his eyes was sharper than any rumor. He grabbed my scarred left hand-the one I had ruined to save his life years ago-and squeezed it until I winced in pain. "Am I just a replacement?" he hissed, his voice trembling with a terrifying insecurity. He didn't see the wife who had sacrificed her world-class piano career for him; he saw a woman who had settled for a copy. The injustice of it felt like a physical blow. I had destroyed my body and my future to keep him safe, yet he was ready to believe a stranger's lies over three years of marriage. He didn't want the truth; he wanted me to beg for his forgiveness for a sin I never committed. I realized then that my silence wasn't an admission of guilt, but my last shred of dignity. I pulled my hand away and walked out of the gala alone, leaving Kamden standing face-to-face with the man who had come to dismantle our lives.”