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Breakfast
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2026-03-05 03:44:16
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Felix's face drained of color. All the blood just gone. Leaving him pale and shaking.His lips moved but no sound came out.I waited. Watched him try to find words that would make this okay.There weren't any.My phone rang.I almost ignored it. This conversation was more important than anything else.But the ringtone was Victoria's emergency code. Three short rings. Pause. Three more.Board meeting crisis.I grabbed the phone. "What?""Sir, we have a situation. Sebastian Moreau just launched a hostile takeover attempt. He's buying up shares. The board is in emergency session. They need you here now."Sebastian. Of course it was Sebastian.I looked at Felix. He was still frozen. Still white as paper.This conversation needed to happen. But I couldn't let Sebastian take my company."I'll be there in twenty minutes."I hung up. Stood.Felix looked up at me. Those gray-green eyes full of terror."We'll continue this tonight," I said. "Don't go anywhere.""I wouldn't... I can't..." His vo
The Substitute Husband's Secret Breakfast
The smell of coffee woke me.I opened my eyes. Sunlight streamed through the guest room windows. For a second, I forgot where I was.Then reality crashed back. Damien's penthouse. The marriage. The lie.I sat up. My neck hurt from sleeping at a weird angle. The easel Victoria had delivered yesterday stood in the corner. Mocking me. Reminding me of everything I'd given up.The smell of coffee got stronger. And something else. Eggs? Butter?Someone was cooking.I got out of bed. Pulled on a pair of borrowed sweatpants and a t-shirt. Both Damien's. Both too big.Walked to the kitchen.And stopped.Damien stood at the stove. Barefoot. Dress shirt half-unbuttoned. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was still wet from a shower. Drops of water caught the morning light.He was making omelets.A billionaire CEO. Cooking breakfast. In his own kitchen.It felt surreal. Like I'd walked into someone else's life.He looked up. Saw me standing there."Hope you're hungry..." He paused. Just fo
The Substitute Husband's Secret The Artist
The elevator opened at 2 AM.I was exhausted. Three days in Berlin dealing with injured workers, angry families, and lawyers who wanted to sue me for everything I had.The penthouse was dark. Quiet.I dropped my bag by the door. Loosened my tie."Marcus?" I called out.No answer.The master suite was empty. Bed made. Untouched.He'd stayed in the guest room then. Not surprising after everything.I walked down the hall. The guest room door was open. Just a crack.I should go to bed. Leave him alone. Deal with this tomorrow when I wasn't dead on my feet.But I stopped. Looked through the gap.He was asleep.Curled on his side. One hand tucked under his cheek like a child. His face was soft in the dim light from the hallway. Peaceful.Nothing like the Marcus I'd met at the gala. That Marcus had slept on his back. Sprawled. Taking up the whole bed even in hotel rooms. I'd seen photos from his social media. Always the center of attention even when unconscious.This man made himself small.
The Substitute Husband's Secret Morning After
I scrambled to grab the drawings. My hands shook so badly I dropped half of them.The elevator beeped. Doors opening.I looked up. Ready for everything to end.But it wasn't Damien coming back.A woman stepped out. Mid-thirties, sharp suit, dark hair pulled back in a perfect bun. She carried a tablet in one hand and two coffee cups in the other.She saw me on the couch. Froze.Her eyes went to the drawings scattered around me. Then to my face. Then back to the drawings."Mr. Laurent." Her voice was smooth. Professional. But I heard the edge underneath. "I... wasn't expecting you awake."I shoved the sketchbook behind a cushion. Tried to gather the loose papers. Make them disappear."I couldn't sleep," I said. My voice came out too high. I cleared my throat. Tried to sound like Marcus. "What are you doing here?""Mr. Cross asked me to check on you. Bring coffee. Make sure you had everything you needed."She set both cups on the coffee table. Sat in the chair across from me. Crossed her
The Substitute Husband's Secret The First Night
The door closed behind Damien.I sat on the floor. Pressed against the wood. Trying to breathe.I'd survived the wedding. The reception. The first hours as someone else's husband.But now I was alone. In a stranger's home. Living a lie that was only going to get worse.My chest tightened. Air wouldn't come.Panic attack. I'd had them before. After my grandmother died. When my father screamed at me about wasting my time on art.But this was different. This was drowning.I fumbled for my jacket. The one I'd worn over Marcus's suit. Found the hidden pocket in the lining.My sketchbook. Small. Battered. Real.I clutched it to my chest. Pressed my face against the worn cover.And fell apart.Sobbing. Gasping. Everything I'd held in all day pouring out.I don't know how long I sat there. Ten minutes. Twenty. Until my throat was raw and my eyes burned and I had nothing left.Finally, I stood. Wiped my face with my sleeve.I needed to see where I was supposed to live for the next three years.
The Substitute Husband's Secret The Penthouse
The elevator opened directly into the penthouse.Ninety-ninth floor. Floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides. The city spread out below like a map made of light."Marcus" stepped out. Stopped. Stared.His mouth fell open slightly, just for a second. Then he caught himself and closed it.But I'd seen it. That moment of pure awe.Marcus had been here before. Six months ago, for the contract signing. He'd walked through like he owned the place. Barely looked at anything. He complained that the furniture was too modern for his taste.This man looked like he'd stepped into a museum.My phone rang. I answered."Cross.""Sir, it's Wagner. Berlin factory. Fire's contained but we have three in the hospital. One critical."I turned away from "Marcus." Walked toward the windows. "How did it start?""Electrical fault. Old wiring. We'd flagged it for replacement next month.""Next month." My jaw clenched. "Get me on the next flight out. And I want the maintenance records on my desk before I land."
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