The Substitute Bride Of The Blackwood
Charlotte Whitmore was never supposed to be the bride.
She was supposed to stand beside her sister, Victoria, smile for the cameras, and watch her marry Damien Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire behind the Blackwood Empire.
Then Victoria disappears hours before the wedding.
With the guests waiting, the media watching, and the Blackwood family demanding a bride, Charlotte is given an impossible choice: take her sister's place or watch both families fall into scandal and her own family fall into financial ruin.
No warning.
No preparation.
No choice.
One moment, Charlotte is an overlooked daughter standing in the shadows. The next, she is walking down the aisle toward a man she barely knows.
Damien Blackwood knows she isn't Victoria.
And he marries her anyway.
Thrown into a marriage she never wanted, Charlotte finds herself trapped in a world of wealth, power, and secrets.
Why did Victoria disappear?
Why was Damien willing to marry her anyway?
And what is hidden behind the Blackwood Empire?
Charlotte entered the Blackwood family as a substitute bride.
But what happens when the woman everyone overlooked turns out to be the one person powerful enough to save an empire and the man who runs it?
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Chapter: Chapter 176: Everything They Almost Didn’t HavePOV: Charlotte “I am breathing, Damien. You are the one who looks like you might faint,” I pointed out, gripping the sturdy metal handrail of the hospital corridor. Another contraction rolled through my lower stomach, tight and fierce, but I rode it out calmly. Damien stood right beside me, his hands hovering anxiously near my waist, ready to catch me if I even stumbled. He was still wearing his tailored black tuxedo from the reception. I had already traded my wedding gown for a pale blue hospital dress, but as I leaned against him for support, I had never felt more like a queen. “I am perfectly fine,” Damien lied, though his blue eyes were wide and intensely focused on my face. “The doctor said we need to keep you walking for now, but if it hurts too much, I will pick you up and carry you.” I laughed, panting slightly as the wave of pain finally peaked and faded away. “You cannot carry me through an entire labor, Damien.” “I can certainly try,” he argued stubbornly. I let
Last Updated: 2026-09-22
Chapter: Chapter 175: The Real BeginningPOV: Charlotte “You look absolutely breathtaking,” Eleanor said, stepping into the doorway of the bridal suite. I turned away from the tall mirror and smiled at my mother-in-law. There was no cold, terrifying rush today. There were no checking the time, and nobody shoving me toward an altar. I was wearing a dress that I had actually chosen for myself, perfectly tailored to drape comfortably over my heavily pregnant belly. Eleanor walked slowly across the room. She was dressed in a stunning, deep sapphire gown. She did not look like the intimidating, untouchable matriarch I had first met all those months ago. She just looked like a proud mother. She stopped in front of me and gently offered her arm. “Are you ready, my dear?” Eleanor asked softly. I placed my hand carefully on her arm. “I am ready.” We walked out of the suite and stood at the top of the grand staircase. The soft, beautiful sound of a string quartet floated up from the massive main hall of the mansion. “W
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Chapter: Chapter 174: Full CirclePOV: Charlotte “We should have brought a thicker coat for you,” Damien said, keeping a firm, protective grip on my arm as we walked slowly down the narrow gravel path of the cemetery. “I am perfectly warm,” I promised him, leaning comfortably against his side. The new wedding was finally happening this weekend. I had originally told my adoptive family it would be in just three weeks, way back when I first handed Nathan that heavy cream envelope in our living room. But Lucas had stopped us. ’No big public events,’ Lucas had warned us strictly a few days later. ’Good news or bad news, the market is entirely too jumpy right now. We have to wait for the stock to recover before we put the Blackwood name on another front page.’ So, we had waited. The months passed. The leaves changed colors, the scandal slowly cooled down, and my stomach grew round and heavy with our baby. It was not until my interview completely fixed the company’s public image last week that Lucas finally gave us
Last Updated: 2026-09-22
Chapter: Chapter 173: Telling Her StoryPOV: Charlotte “Are you absolutely sure you are comfortable sitting there?” the journalist asked, glancing down at my stomach. I rested my hand on my baby bump and nodded. I was heavily pregnant now, which was exactly why this interview was happening right here in the living room of the Blackwood mansion instead of a bright, busy television studio. I had only agreed to sit down with a reporter because Lucas and Damien had gently encouraged me. They promised that letting the public hear the real truth would finally help the company stocks recover from all the terrible news about Sebastian’s arrest. “I am perfectly fine,” I told the journalist. “We can begin whenever you are ready.” The woman clicked her small recording device and set it on the coffee table. For the past few months, ever since the federal police took Sebastian away, the news channels had printed endless, wild rumors about the Blackwood family. People talked about the poison, the offshore bank accounts, and the
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Chapter: Chapter 172: What We BuildPOV: Damien “You are getting more paint on your shirt than on the actual wall,” Charlotte pointed out from her spot on the floor. I stopped moving the paint roller and looked over my shoulder. Charlotte was sitting on a thick, soft blanket right in the middle of the empty room. She was supposed to be reading the paper instructions for the new baby furniture. Instead, she was just watching me completely fail at my job. “I am doing a perfectly fine job,” I argued, though I knew I was lying. I looked back at the wall. The pale yellow paint was completely uneven. There were thick streaks in some places and barely any color in others. A large drop of wet paint fell from the roller and landed directly on the toe of my shoe. Charlotte let out a sudden, bright laugh. It was not a polite, quiet laugh. It was a loud, genuine sound that filled the entire room. She dropped the instruction manual onto the floor and covered her mouth with her hand, but she could not stop laughing. I put
Last Updated: 2026-09-22
Chapter: Chapter 171: JusticePOV: Damien The heavy wooden gavel hit the judge’s high desk. The sharp, loud sound echoed through the completely silent courtroom. It sounded like the final period at the end of a very long, terrible sentence. I sat perfectly still, letting the echo fade into the high, painted ceiling. After endless weeks of exhausting trials, the entire case finally came together in this one room. Every single forged bank document, every hidden offshore money transfer, every nervous witness testimony, and every desperate, ugly lie was officially placed on the permanent public record. The secrets were finally dragged out of the dark and put under the bright fluorescent lights of the law. Ethan Mercer stood before the judge first. He did not look like the sharp, perfectly polished business planner who used to walk the fast-paced halls of the Blackwood building. His shoulders were slumped, and his face was pale and tired. Because he had cooperated fully with the federal police, giving them the exact
Last Updated: 2026-09-22
Chapter: Chapter 68 Roselle's POV The locker room hallway smelled of wet rubber and linoleum cleaner, but up here in the stands, the air was just freezing. I pulled my heavy wool scarf tighter around my throat, rubbing my palms together inside my pockets as I watched the players skate their warm-up laps down on the ice. The arena was loud, filled with the usual roar of students and the sharp, echoing crack of sticks hitting pucks, but none of it felt real to me tonight.My eyes were locked on number nine.Jace was doing a drill near the blue line, cutting hard on his edges and firing wrist shots toward the goalie’s glove side. He looked the same as he always did to anyone else in the crowd,tall, fast, and completely dialed into the game. But I had spent enough months learning the exact set of his shoulders to see the invisible armor he was forcing himself to wear. Every movement was too tight, too controlled. He wasn’t just warming up for a conference game tonight. He was getting ready to walk onto a b
Last Updated: 2026-09-20
Chapter: Chapter 67Jace's POV “I found something out.”The words tasted like dirt in my mouth, heavy and dry, sitting on my tongue like stones I could not swallow down. We were sitting on the edge of the mattress in my apartment with the room pitch black, except for the pale light of streetlights cutting through the blinds. Roselle did not move. She had been halfway through pulling off her boots when she heard my voice, freezing right there with her hands on the laces.She turned her head slowly, her dark eyes searching my face in the shadows. She did not push me or try to fill the silence with nervous chatter. She just waited, quiet and steady, giving me room to either break apart or speak the truth.“Jace?” she whispered, her voice barely louder than the hum of the fridge down the hall. “What did you find?”My hands were flat against my knees, shaking with a fine, embarrassing tremor I could not stop. I stared down at my knuckles, tracing old scars from the ice, wishing I could find the easy attitude
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Chapter: Chapter 66 Roselle's POV “If Coach yells about the slot one more time, his veins are going to burst right through his forehead.” Julian dropped his voice an octave into a gravelly, furious register, hunching his shoulders forward and slapping his hand against the formica table. “You give them an inch, they take the slot. Play your game, move the puck fast, and keep your heads up or I am running suicides until Christmas.”Mia choked on her soda. Chloe snorted so hard she nearly spilled her milkshake across the table.Even Jace, who had been sitting quiet and stiff beside me all night, let out a short, genuine laugh. He shoved Julian gently with his elbow and shook his head. “Shut up. You look like an idiot when you do that.”“I look like a man who has sat through three years of trauma,” Julian shot back, grinning as he grabbed a fry from the center basket.We were crammed deep into the back booth of the diner three blocks off campus. The air smelled like fried onions, cheap coffee, and whatever
Last Updated: 2026-09-19
Chapter: Chapter 65 Jace's POV The screen of the laptop glared back at me, the white light burning my eyes until the text blurred into bright, jagged lines.I didn’t blink. I couldn’t. My finger hovered over the trackpad, scrolling down through the digital archives, public records, and sports bios laying out the pieces I had been too blind to connect until tonight. Desmond Calloway. The prominent real estate developer, the billionaire businessman whose name I had refused to carry. And right underneath his public profile, listed in a family registry piece from a local publication years ago, were the names of his household. His wife. His daughter. And his son.Ronan Calloway.Born some months after me.The numbers lined up with a sickening precision. It was the same year my mother had been turned away with a check she threw back in his face. The same year Desmond chose the bride his family picked for him and buried his past in a shallow grave. Except the ghost hadn’t stayed buried. He had grown up, put o
Last Updated: 2026-09-19
Chapter: Chapter 64 Roselle's POV The rain had started up again by the time I walked back to Jace’s apartment, a cold, heavy drizzle soaking through the shoulders of my coat before I made it past the lobby doors. I shook out my umbrella in the entryway, kicking off my wet boots and listening for the usual sounds telling me he was home.Usually, after a game, the place had a certain predictable rhythm. Even if he was tired, Jace would already be moving around the kitchen, tossing together something high-protein or scrolling through game tape on his laptop, the TV playing low in the background. But tonight, the apartment was completely silent. The only light coming from inside was the pale, ghostly blue glow of the television screen bouncing off the living room walls.I walked quietly down the hall, dropping my bag on the couch. Jace was sitting dead center on the cushions, still wearing his gray university hoodie and sweatpants. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the overhe
Last Updated: 2026-09-18
Chapter: Chapter 63Jace's POV The smell of the arena always hit the same way before a game. Stale sweat, melted ice, and the sharp bite of Zamboni exhaust hanging heavy under the rafters. It was familiar, a rhythm I had lived inside since I was old enough to hold a stick. Tonight was supposed to be just another conference game against a rival team, another two points to chase in the standings, but the air in the locker room felt thicker than usual.Coach didn’t waste time with a long speech. He paced the center of the room, his voice echoing off the concrete walls as he pointed a marker at the whiteboard.“They’re physical, and they like to crowd the crease,” Coach barked, tapping the board hard. “You give them an inch, they’ll take the slot. Play your game, move the puck fast, and keep your heads up.”We stood up in unison, the sound of skates clacking against the rubber floorboards deafening as we moved toward the tunnel. The roar of the crowd filtered th
Last Updated: 2026-09-18
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