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2025-10-19 22:18:22Hey everyone! đ
First of all, thank you for clicking on this story, it honestly means more than you know. There are so many books out there, and the fact that you chose to stop here, even for a moment, means a lot. Iâm still learning my way around GoodNovel. Iâm figuring out how the app works, how readers interact, and how to keep up with updates. So, if youâre reading this early on, youâre part of the beginning of my journey here. Youâre helping me build something from the ground up. Iâll be releasing chapters in small batches â sometimes two a day if I can but I donât want to rush it. Iâd rather give you something complete and worth reading than something that feels half done. Iâm balancing real life and writing, so please bear with me. If you enjoy what you read, leaving a short comment, a vote, or even a simple emoji really helps. It keeps the story visible to others and reminds me that people are actually following along. Every small interaction counts more than you think. Right now, Iâm focused on consistency. I want to keep the flow steady and make sure you donât have to wait too long for the next update. Iâm also working on keeping the chapters clean, improving my pacing, and staying true to the characters. Writing online is a learning process, and Iâm taking it one chapter at a time. Itâs been only a few days since I started â my fifth day, actually and there are already thirty-eight readers following this story. That might not sound like much, but to me, itâs huge. It means real people have read my words and decided to stay. I canât thank you enough for that. I know every author says this, but I really mean it: your support matters. When you leave a comment, I see it. When you vote, it helps more than you realize. Those small moments of encouragement make me want to keep writing, even on the days when itâs hard. This story might not be perfect, but itâs honest. Every chapter is written with effort and thought. Some parts may move fast, others a bit slower but thatâs how stories breathe. I hope, somewhere in between, you find something that sticks with you. --- PREFACE Before you start, I want to say this clearly: This is a work of fiction. Everything youâll read â the names, places, businesses, and events comes from imagination. Some details may feel familiar, but theyâre not taken from real life. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or to actual events, is purely coincidental. This story is meant for entertainment. Itâs not based on anyoneâs personal life or experiences. I decided to include this note because I know how easily people connect fiction to reality, and Iâd rather say it upfront. The goal here is just to tell a story. Nothing more, nothing less. Thank you again for giving this a chance. Whether you read one chapter or stay till the end, I appreciate you being here. Iâm learning, improving, and building this story in real time, and having even one reader who sticks around makes it worth it. So, welcome. Enjoy the story, take your time with it, and feel free to share your thoughts as you read along. â RINA BALDWIN
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The Billionaire's Proxy Bride    Epilogue
Grief, Lena learned, did not arrive all at once.It came in wavesâquiet mornings, empty chairs, voices remembered more clearly than faces.Gregory Hale passed away on a Tuesday, gentle rain tapping against the windows of the private ward. Leukemia had thinned him, hollowed his once-commanding presence, but not his spirit. In his final weeks, he asked for very little. Just Damon. Just Lena.He held their handsâone in each of his frail palmsâand smiled, slow and knowing.âYou found each other the wrong way,â he told them softly, breath labored but eyes bright. âBut sometimes life only reveals truth through chaos.âHe blessed them then. Not formally. Not ceremonially. Just a nod, a squeeze, and a whisper that sounded like peace.When he was gone, the house felt different. Quieter. Larger somehow. Damon mourned in silence, Lena beside him, learning that love sometimes meant simply staying when there were no words left to say.Richard Wren in the other hand never made it out. The news came
The Billionaire's Proxy Bride    Chapter Eighty Six
They were escorted back the same way they had been led outâexcept now the path felt narrower, louder, charged.Amara walked slightly ahead, shoulders squared, chin lifted, flanked by two officers whose presence was firm but respectful. Lena followed beside Damon, wrapped briefly in his arms when they crossed the threshold back into the auditorium, her body still trembling as if the cold from the abandoned yard had lodged itself in her bones.The doors opened.And the room erupted.The ruckus hit them like a physical forceâvoices overlapping, chairs scraping, the brittle sound of disbelief cracking through silk and crystal. It was the same elegant chaos theyâd left behind, but transformed now into something raw and uncontained.Gasps rippled outward as they passed.âThereâs two of them?ââNonsense. How could there be two?ââAre they sisters?ââTwins.âThe whispers werenât whispers at all. They chased Amaraâs back, clung to Lenaâs silhouette, bounced off the chandeliers like echoes refu
The Billionaire's Proxy Bride    Chapter Eighty Five
Just then, the sharp, deliberate clink of a spoon against glass cut cleanly through the ballroomâs hum. Conversation stilled. Laughter faded mid-breath. Even the orchestra softened instinctively as all eyes turned toward the source. Gideon Vale was already moving toward the stage. When he reached the podium, he placed one hand lightly on the edge, waitedâpatient, practicedâuntil silence settled fully. He cleared his throat. âI, um⌠wanted to thank everyone for honoring my invitation tonight,â he began, voice smooth but carrying just enough tension beneath it. âAnd for considering my gala worthy of your time. V. R. Sââ Amaraâs phone vibrated in her hand. Her breath caught. She glanced down at the screen. It was Richard. Her fingers tightened around the device as she leaned closer to Damon, her lips barely moving. âItâs Richard.â Damonâs jaw clenched instantly. âHeâs here?â âI think so,â she murmured. They began to drift sideways, slow and unremarkable, the way people did when
The Billionaire's Proxy Bride    Chapter Eighty Four
LaterShe spotted Gideon across the ballroom, half-turned toward a small cluster of patrons, his posture relaxed again, smile carefully measured. They hadnât spoken since his abrupt departure earlier, and the longer she watched him, the more she felt the window closing. This was it. If she waited any longer, heâd slip away againâinto shadow, into control.She smoothed her dress, lifted her chin, and walked over.âHello,â she said lightly, interrupting their conversation. âI hope I didnât interrupt?âAll three of them turned. Gideonâs eyes flicked to her face, lingering just a second too long before he masked it.âNo, not at all,â one of the women said warmly. She looked to be in her mid-fifties, draped in an elegant champagne-colored gown that skimmed her frame effortlessly. The fabric shimmered subtly under the ballroom lights, paired with pearl earrings and a matching bracelet that suggested old money rather than ostentation. Her hair was swept into a neat chignon, silver threaded d
The Billionaire's Proxy Bride    Chapter Eighty Three
The Governorâs Ball Lena paused just outside the entrance, the weight of the moment settling into her shoulders. She lifted her phone, the screen already glowing with the email sheâd memorized hours ago. At the checkpoint, two uniformed security officers stood beside a sleek podium, scanners in hand, expressions neutral but alert. She presented the phone. One of them leaned closer, reading carefully as his fingers tapped against a tablet. He cross-checked the name, the photograph, the embedded QR code. The other officer glanced from the screen to Lenaâs face, then back again, his gaze lingering just a second longer than necessaryâas though measuring bone structure, posture, confidence. âIdentification, please.â She handed over the card Richard had ensured matched every digital record tied to Amara Wren. The officer slid it through the scanner. A soft beep followed. Approval. He nodded, stepping aside. âWelcome, Miss Wren.â The doors opened. Warm light spilled over her, gold an
The Billionaire's Proxy Bride    Chapter Eighty Two
Once the doors of the limo swung open, the sight inside hit Lena like a physical blow.She barely had time to register the leather seats, the dim ambient lighting, the expensive stillness of the car before her stomach lurched violently. She doubled over, retching onto the pavement. Fish chips. Acid. Everything sheâd eaten. Her body emptied itself in ugly, uncontrollable heaves, her hands braced weakly against the curb.No one rushed to help her.No one apologized.âCâmon,â Richard laughed lightly from inside the car, as if she were being dramatic over spilled wine. âWe donât have all night.âLena wiped her mouth with the back of her trembling hand and lifted her head.That was when she really looked.Her vision swam, tears blurring the edges, but the shape was unmistakable. A woman sat inside the limo, spine straight, hands folded neatly in her lap. Her hair was darker than Lena remembered, styled simply, but the faceâGod.It was like looking into a distorted mirror. Same bone struct
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