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The Aftermath
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2025-06-10 16:34:11
Golden ButterflySorry for the recent slow updates. Things have been super hectic, and I’ve barely had a moment to breathe. By the way, I really recommend checking out my other story, *The Heiress' Return for Vengeance*. You won’t want to miss it since everything is connected in some way. Okay, I probably wasn’t supposed to spill that, but there you go! Also, I’d greatly appreciate it if you could leave genuine reviews on my stories. :)
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The Substitute Bride's Revenge Untitled
ARIA I let Mei guide me through the crowd with my security team falling into place around us. The reporters notice our movement immediately. Cameras begins flashing, microphones getting shoved in our direction and voices calling out over the music. Their questions blur together into noise as my security team creates a protective wall, clearing a path through the chaos. I keep my head up, face calm and composed, even though my mind's spinning with questions about what could be so urgent that Mei would pull me out of the most important moment of my revenge plan. We pass through the grand foyer, our footsteps echoing on the marble floors. The night air hits my face when we step outside, cool and crisp. Our convoy is already waiting, engine purring quietly, and door to the mini limo held open. I slide into the leather seats and Mei follows immediately behind me, with Sofia and Sarah settling into the seats across from us. The familiar presence of my full protection detail should be
The Substitute Bride's Revenge Ghost At The Gala (3)
ARIAI can feel every single person in this room watching me. Xavier's standing with that cocky smile, totally clueless that he's looking at the woman whose life he helped destroy. Vivian's right next to him, gripping her champagne glass, eyes sharp and suspicious.I take a slow sip of my champagne, letting the bubbles hit my tongue while I study their faces. God, the irony is perfect. Here I am, Elizabeth Sinclair, talking about a merger that'll give me access to everything they built. The power to tear their empire apart piece by piece, exactly how they tore mine down.The ballroom buzzes with conversation around us, but I'm locked onto this moment. Every detail matters. The way Xavier's eyes keep darting to other potential business partners across the room, calculating his next move. The way Vivian's nails tap her glass in a nervous rhythm she probably doesn't even realize she's doing. The way the other guests steal glances in our direction..."The merger between Harrigton Consolid
The Substitute Bride's Revenge Ghost at the Gala (2)
VIVIANXavier recovers quickly.By the time the woman reaches us, we're both wearing our best social smiles, even though I can feel mine trembling at the edges."Mr. Harrington, Ms. Taylor," one of her entourage smiles. "Allow me to introduce Ms. Elizabeth Sinclair, CEO of Sinclair Technologies."Elizabeth Sinclair.I should be relieved. I should be relaxing, because this is our business partner, our golden ticket, the woman who's going to secure my future. But I can't relax, because something about this is all wrong. The way she's looking at us, the way Xavier's hands are trembling almost imperceptibly, the way my instincts are screaming that I'm in danger."Ms. Sinclair," Xavier says smoothly, extending his hand. "What an honor to finally meet you in person."She takes his hand, and I swear I see something pass between them."The honor is mine, Mr. Harrington," she replies in a voice like honey over steel.Smooth, cultured, with just a hint of an accent that makes her sound even more
The Substitute Bride's Revenge Ghost at the Gala
VIVIANThe camera flashes are blinding as Xavier and I step out of the limo with his hand resting lightly on my back.My smile is wide, polished, and practiced. Months of pretending have made it second nature. To the world watching, we’re the perfect power couple: rich, beautiful, untouchable.If only they knew how much I want to claw his eyes out right now.“Smile wider,” Xavier mutters under his breath with his megawatt grin locked in place as reporters shout questions at us.“I am smiling,” I shoot back through gritted teeth, keeping my expression picture-perfect.“Ms. Taylor! How are you feeling about tonight?”“Mr. Harrington! Have you set a wedding date yet?”“Are the rumors about the triple merger true?”I wave at the crowd, graceful and poised, playing my part like the seasoned performer I am. This is what I’m good at—charming, dazzling, making everyone believe in the fantasy. Even if that fantasy is crumbling faster than anyone realizes.We glide through the marble lobby of th
The Substitute Bride's Revenge The Cracks
VIVIANThe sound of skin slapping against skin echoes down the hallway, followed by breathless moans that make my stomach drop.My chest tightens, and for a moment, I can’t move. I’m frozen outside the guest bedroom door with my fingers gripping the crystal doorknob so hard my knuckles turn white.The noises are unmistakable. Raw, intimate, and absolutely soul-crushing.Not again.My heart pounds so hard it feels as though it’s trying to break free from my chest. Slowly, I twist the handle and slowly push the door open just a crack. What I see on the other side confirms my worst fears.Xavier is bent over the mahogany desk, his shirt tossed carelessly on the floor and his muscular back glistening with sweat.Beneath him is one of the newer maids with auburn hair and wide, innocent eyes, gripping the edge of the desk as her uniform bunched around her waist.Her face is flushed and her lips parted in pleasure.“Yes, Mr. Harrington,” she gasps between moans. “Please... don’t stop.”I fee
The Substitute Bride's Revenge The Debut (5)
The tension in the small space becomes almost suffocating. The elevator is designed to impress, with its crystal fixtures and gold accents, but right now it feels more like a pressure cooker about to explode.Silence stretches between them as the elevator begins its ascent.Sophia's eyes remain fixed on Aria constantly, studying every detail of her appearance, every nuance of her behavior. She's trying to reconcile what she's seeing with what she thinks she knows, and the cognitive dissonance is clearly eating away at her composure.‘It can't be her’, Sophia's thoughts scream, even as the evidence mounts before her eyes. ‘Aria Taylor was fat, plain, pathetic. She had no style, no grace, no presence whatsoever. This woman is elegant, sophisticated, powerful. She has breeding, class, everything that little nobody lacked. But there's something about her smile, the way she tilts her head, the curve of her lips...’The memories come flooding back unbidden—Aria at family dinners, trying so h
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