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The Substitute Bride of the Scarred Billionaire Heir

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 899    |    Released on: Today at 17:38

isle was back inside the private study of Carlisle Manor, a sp

nfirmed. The bride will arrive

his thumb and forefinger, the cool stone a stark contrast to the heat of his frustration. For

he asked, his voice

y footage from that night was corrupted, sir. A... convenient malfunction. Al

apped up, his eyes, the color of a stormy

t wasn't a chance encounter. It was a setup. A carefully orchestrated trap by the Snyders to ens

t of peace he'd felt, the hope that he'd found

piece of their scheme. A woman willing to sell her

endant carefully on his desk, as if it were evidence in a trial. "I

iveway of the Carlisle estate. To Alaina, it looked less like a hom

e, greeted her at the door. His words were polite, but his eyes were col

his tone leaving no room for argument. "He will not

through vast, silent halls, her footsteps echoing on the marble floors. Th

open. "Your room, madam." He gestured for her to enter, and then, without another word, he pulled

arkness. The heavy velvet curtains were d

that contained all her worldly possessions. And then she smel

ed over her. This

ing for the doorknob, but it wo

to leave

rified scream as a tall, broad-shouldered figure rose from an armchair in

om, suffocating her. She scrambled backward, her hands fl

ing around her wrist like a manacle. The strength in his grip was

ders sent," he sneered, his

ll, searching for anything, a weapon, an escape. Her fingers bru

ad burst to life, flooding the room

t the sudden brightnes

agged scars ravaged the left side, starting from his temple, cutting across his cheek, and disappearing beneath his c

her lungs turned to ice. The ru

el, humorless smile twisted his lips, making

d panic. The disfigured heir... the

ed out the name, a choked whisper

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The Substitute Bride of the Scarred Billionaire Heir
The Substitute Bride of the Scarred Billionaire Heir
“I woke up naked in a stranger's bed aboard the Seraphina, a luxury yacht drifting across the Atlantic. My head was splitting. My dress was torn on the floor. Bruises bloomed across my skin like proof of a crime I couldn't remember committing. Before I could even scream, the cabin door burst open. My father stood there with my boyfriend behind him, leading a swarm of reporters with flashing cameras. "I have no such daughter. From this day forward, Alaina Romero has nothing to do with the Snyder family." My father disowned me in front of the world. My boyfriend looked at me like I was filth and ended everything without asking a single question. I had been drugged, framed, and destroyed in one night. When I tried to throw myself into the Atlantic, my stepmother stopped me. Not because she cared. She needed me alive long enough to take her precious daughter's place in an arranged marriage. If I refused, she would cut off my dying mother's life support. That was how I became the bride of Dereck Carlisle, the billionaire heir everyone whispered about but no one dared to face. They said he was disfigured. Violent. Half-mad. A monster locked away inside his family's grand estate. He hated me before we even met. His family treated me like a stain on their name. The servants mocked me. His relatives tried to humiliate me. Someone even tried to scald me with boiling tea. I had lost my family, my reputation, my education, and my future. They thought I would break. But then I saw the monster no one else saw clearly. Dereck Carlisle, shaking in the dark, trapped inside the agony of severe PTSD. I didn't run. I threw him the handmade herbal sachet my mother taught me to make, and for the first time in years, his demons went quiet. They locked me in a cage and called me a pawn. Fine. I would survive their cage. Then I would make every last one of them regret underestimating me.”