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Chapter 65: The Investigation Logs
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2026-10-12 22:22:10
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The Reclusive CEO’s Substitute Bride Chapter 65: The Investigation Logs
Elena’s POVOn the fourth morning, the heavy iron lock on my double doors clicks open with a sharp rattle.I jump up from the velvet sofa, my heart pounding wildly. For three endless days, the sound of that lock has been my torment — always closing, never opening. Now, at last, it shifts.Harris steps inside the room. He does not carry a food tray. Instead, he holds a sleek digital tablet in his wrinkled hands. His old eyes soften as they meet mine, and for the first time since my imprisonment began, I see a faint, comforting smile on his lips.“Mr. Sterling requires your presence in the private study, Miss Elena,” Harris says gently, his voice low and steady.My breath catches. My pulse hammers against my ribs. “Is… is my grandmother safe, Harris?” I gasp out, my voice breaking with a pure wave of anxiety.Harris glances toward the hallway, ensuring the guards are out of earshot. Then he leans closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “She is safe, child. Mr. Sterling’s private invest
The Reclusive CEO’s Substitute Bride Chapter 64: The Cold Cage
Elena’s POVThree days pass in total isolation.The silence inside the West Wing suite is suffocating. The heavy wooden doors remain locked, the iron key never turning from the outside except when the guards deliver food trays. They arrive exactly at eight, one, and seven, their boots thudding against the marble floor outside. They never speak a single word to me. They set the silver tray down, knock once, and leave.My personal phone is gone, taken by Harris on the first night. My access to the estate’s network has been severed. I am blind to the outside world, cut off from every lifeline.I pace back and forth across the cream carpet for hours, my mind spinning fast. The walls feel closer each day, the velvet curtains heavier, the air thicker.Is my grandmother still alive? Did my father discover the swap blew up and turn off her machines out of spite? The guilt and terror settle deep inside my stomach, making it hard to swallow a single bite of food. The untouched trays pile up on
The Reclusive CEO’s Substitute Bride Chapter 63: The Lockdown
Elena’s POV“Alexander, please!” I beg, taking a desperate step toward him. My voice cracks, raw from sobs. But he turns his back to me completely, his massive frame rigid, his coat sweeping as he pivots away.“Harris!” Alexander barks, his voice booming across the grand foyer.The elderly butler steps inside the room, his old face pale and full of deep, silent sorrow. His eyes flicker toward me, soft with sympathy, before bowing his head toward his master.“Lock her inside the West Wing suite immediately,” Alexander orders flatly, his tone dropping to a freezing low. “Disconnect her mobile phone lines, deactivate her security network access, and post two armed guards outside her doors. She does not step a single foot out of her room until my investigators verify every line of this fraud.”The words strike me like a death sentence.“Yes, Mr. Sterling,” Harris murmurs softly. His voice trembles, but his obedience is absolute.I shake my head violently, my tears spilling over. “No! Plea
The Reclusive CEO’s Substitute Bride Chapter 62: The Confrontation
Elena’s POVTears of pure panic burn behind my eyes. The truth is out. The giant lie is dead.“My name is Elena,” I whisper, my real, gentle voice finally breaking through my sister’s fake act completely. My throat tightens as the words escape, fragile and trembling. I look straight into his dark lenses, my body shaking. “I am Alyssa’s twin sister. A ghost child my father hid from the world to cover up his past scandal.”Alexander goes completely rigid. His massive frame towers over my chair like a predator ready to strike. His fists curl at his sides, his shoulders tense, and the scar on his cheek gleams under the morning light.“A twin swap,” he growls softly, his voice shaking with a terrifying, deep rage. “You stood at that altar and signed a fake name to a multi‑billion‑pound legal contract. You look into my eyes every night and feed me a total lie.”The words slice through me like knives. My knees weaken, but I force myself to stand, a harsh sob escaping my throat. “I had no cho
The Reclusive CEO’s Substitute Bride Chapter 61: The Discovery
Elena’s POVThe next morning, the mansion is unnervingly quiet. The silence feels unnatural, heavy, as though the walls themselves are holding their breath. I sit inside the formal dining room, dressed in one of Alyssa’s bright silk gowns, but the food on my plate remains untouched. The steam from the eggs curls upward and fades into nothing, just like my appetite. My fork lies abandoned beside the porcelain dish, my hands folded tightly in my lap.My mind is stuck on his warning from the greenhouse last night. His voice had been low, sharp, and final — a blade pressed against my throat. I barely slept, and now every tick of the grandfather clock in the hall feels like a countdown.The heavy double doors creak open.Alexander steps inside. He does not sit. He does not greet me. He moves with the quiet authority of a predator, his long strides carrying him across the polished floor. His matte‑black shield mask is locked securely over his features, hiding everything except the raw tensi
The Reclusive CEO’s Substitute Bride Chapter 60: The Predator in the Dark
Elena’s POV The heavy iron door clicks shut, and the sound of the security guards' boots completely fades into the pouring storm outside. The greenhouse is in total, suffocating darkness. The only noise left is the steady roar of the rain hitting the glass roof above my head.My chest is pressed flat against the wet dirt floorboards, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs."You can get up now, Alyssa," Alexander’s rough whisper vibrates through the quiet space again. "I know you are hiding under that bench."Panic freezes my limbs, but I force my body to move. I slowly slide out from beneath the wooden workbench, my bare, trembling hands dripping with wet mud as I stand up. I pull back my shoulders, trying to find my sister's proud posture in the pitch blackness, but my legs shake so violently I can barely keep my balance.I cannot see a single line of his face, but his massive, broad-shouldered frame stands just two feet away from me. His terrifying, cold presence fills my senses
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