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The Substitute Bride of the Scarred Billionaire Heir

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1220    |    Released on: Today at 17:38

heart sank. He wasn't going to make this easy. Logic and reason

er grovel. He want

tely, she would become exactly what Sheila had designed her to be

t could pierce his armor, something that could gi

t him came back to her in fragments. The disfigured heir. The violent recluse. The man who never appeared

ake of cruelty, but a boundary dressed as poison. If he believed she was willing t

of defiance, of something bordering on

A small, bitter laugh escaped her lips. "The qualification is that

a wife to silence the whispers from your board and your family. I n

ering in their depths. He didn't und

stance between them. She lowered her voice to a c

and beside you, smile for your board, sign whatever needs to be signed

w tigh

sed doors, you

nged. Colde

my house with nothing but a suitcase and a scandal

erself not to step back. If she yielded now

e I can give you the one

o her. "And what

consummated. A reason no one will question why there is no heir, no ho

hat followed

darkened by degree

w it was dangerous. But panic had backed her into a corner, and

red. "Let them thi

om Dereck's face, replaced by a terrifying, absolute s

his one devastating provocation. It was not meant to humiliate him alone. It was me

hen, a murderous rage ignited in his eyes. She had hit her mark. She had

bit out each word, his v

he moved. He lunged forward, grabbing her b

of the bed. Before she could scramble away, his

torted with fury. He grabbed the n

RR

iolent and sharp in the quiet roo

d, his voice thick with ra

scalculated. Horribly. She fought back, a wildcat trapped and fighting for its

me! You'r

He captured both of her wrists in one of h

d forward with her head, sinking her tee

taste of blood

is body going rigid. His grip on her wri

all she

, into his stomach. He gasped, the air knocked out of hi

ner of the room, her torn dress hanging off one shoulder. She crouched th

ed his shoulder, his fingers coming away stained with blood. The sharp pain se

fire still burning in her eyes. His expression was a comple

come after

adjusting his shirt. He walke

her, his face a cold, un

er. The room Arthur had called hers was the very room she had just es

. She kept moving until she found a small, unlocked sitting room at the end of a side corridor.

voice over the house i

that woman's belongin

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The Substitute Bride of the Scarred Billionaire Heir
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“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.”