FAZER LOGINCompartilhar
Chapter 171: Justice
Data de publicação:
2026-09-22 11:38:14
Último capítulo
The Substitute Bride Of The Blackwood Chapter 176: Everything They Almost Didn’t Have
POV: 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 go of the h
The Substitute Bride Of The Blackwood Chapter 175: The Real Beginning
POV: 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
The Substitute Bride Of The Blackwood Chapter 174: Full Circle
POV: 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
The Substitute Bride Of The Blackwood Chapter 173: Telling Her Story
POV: 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
The Substitute Bride Of The Blackwood Chapter 172: What We Build
POV: 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
The Substitute Bride Of The Blackwood Chapter 171: Justice
POV: 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
Você também pode gostar
Chasing My Pregnant Wife
Night Revelations969.5K visualizaçõesThe Heartbreak Prescription
Glazed Snow1.4M visualizaçõesOops! I Married A CEO By Mistake
Lisa Salman1.8M visualizaçõesForceful Marriage: Young Master's Mute Wife
A Lake’s Depth1.3M visualizaçõesBared To Mr Edmund
K.Bizzaze263 visualizaçõesA Chubby Girls Need Love Too Collection
Thatty Madov70 visualizaçõesThe Billionaire Sinful Pact (The Club Seduction)
Lucy 48 visualizaçõesDivorce Me, Mr. Billionaire
Betty✍️71 visualizações
