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Chapter 28: Caught in the Library
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2026-07-31 05:40:04
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[ SAMANTHA'S POV ]I pressed my palms flat against the open pages, feeling the rough texture of the heavy paper under my skin. My knees trembled under the mahogany desk, but I locked my spine straight and met David's dark, piercing eyes.He didn't back away. He reached down, the sleeve of his crisp white shirt brushing my knuckles as he snatched the yellow legal pad off the wood.His eyes swept over my neat lines of black ink. A faint, dry smirk curled the corner of his lips."You're skimming heavy text to keep your mind busy," David said, his voice low and smooth as silk, carrying a cold, casual mocking edge. "Playing with numbers doesn't mean you understand how high-level corporate logistics work, Samantha. My legal team spends months auditing these books."A sudden wave of heat surged up my neck, burning away the lingering chill of my fever. I didn't flinch. I didn't look away from his face."My father kept tutors and business advisors in his office for hours, teaching Linda how to
The mafia ceo's substitute bride Chapter 28: Caught in the Library
[ DAVID'S POV ]I slammed the Maybach door shut. The metallic crash echoed off the concrete walls of the driveway roof.The board meeting had been a complete mess. Three directors had tried to back me into a corner, using legal delays to stall my new acquisition before the quarter ended. My neck muscles burned with tension. I ripped my tie loose as I pushed through the front doors of the estate, tossing my suit jacket onto a bench in the foyer."Mr. Kingsley," a guard stuttered, stepping out from the corridor, his hands twitching at his sides. "We didn't expect you back until seven, sir""Where is Harrison?" I snapped, stepping right past him without slowing down."In the security room, sir."I didn't waste time replying. I turned down the quiet east wing hallway, heading straight toward my private library. I needed the real financial ledgers, the private records from my overseas accounts before my legal team called me back at six.My leather shoes made no sound on the heavy runner. I
The mafia ceo's substitute bride Chapter 27: Sanctuary in the Library
[ SAMANTHA'S POV ]The silence in the grand hallway was heavy enough to choke on.I stood near the marble staircase, watching a housemaid wipe down the base of a tall bronze statue. Her rag moved in tight, repetitive circles. I took three steps forward, stopping right beside her shoulder."Where is Sophia?" I asked, my voice dry and scratchy against my throat.The maid’s hands didn't pause. She kept scrubbing, her eyes glued to the dark metal. Her jaw was set so hard I could see the muscle bulging near her ear. She didn't blink. She didn't shift her weight. It was as if my voice was nothing more than wind rustling through the curtains.A sharp, tight knot pulled tight inside my chest. I took two steps backward, my bare feet sinking into the thick carpet.The unlocked bedroom door was just a trick. Being allowed to walk down these long, polished hallways didn't mean I was free, it just meant my prison was larger. Every servant I passed looked straight through me, stepping around my bod
The mafia ceo's substitute bride Chapter 26: Free Movement
[ SOPHIA'S POV ]By four in the morning, the violent, burning heat in Miss Samantha’s skin finally began to yield.I sat beside her on the cold floorboards, my eyes burning with exhaustion as Dr. Thomas carefully pulled the tape from the back of her pale hand and removed the IV needle. Her breathing, which had been a series of terrifying, ragged gasps all through the night, gradually smoothed out into a soft, steady rhythm. The suffocating fever that had threatened to take her life had finally broken."She’s past the worst of it, Sophia," Dr. Thomas whispered, his hands trembling slightly as he packed his glass vials and stethoscope back into his worn leather bag. "The saline and antibiotics did their job, but she is extraordinarily frail. She needs rest, clean air, and real nourishment now. No more damp air, and no more cold floors.""I'll handle it," I said quietly, pushing myself up from the ground, my aching joints popping in the quiet room.Once the doctor slipped silently out in
The mafia ceo's substitute bride Chapter 25: Sophia Stands Her Ground
[ SOPHIA'S POV ]"Why in the hell did you deliberately disobey my orders?!”His voice shattered the quiet storage room like thunder, shaking the dusty walls and making the clear plastic IV tube tremble where it hung. Anyone else in this estate would have dropped to their knees, trembled, and begged for forgiveness.I didn't move an inch.I didn't drop my gaze, and I didn't let my hands shake as I squeezed the cold towel out into the basin. The water dripped in steady, heavy drops against the porcelain bowl, mirroring the frantic pounding in my chest, but my posture remained as still as stone. Slowly, deliberately, I stood up from the freezing floorboards. The damp fabric of my apron clung to my skirt, but I smoothed it down with unhurried hands, pulled my spine straight, and looked David Kingsley dead in the eye.For the first time in twenty years, I didn't see the feared billionaire or the ruthless master of the estate towering over me. I saw the motherless boy I had raised."Lower
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[ SOPHIA'S POV ]I stayed right there on the cold, unforgiving floor, holding her close in the oppressive dark, listening as the medicine slowly took over her frail system. The silence in that cramped storage room was deafening, broken only by the shallow rasp of Miss Samantha’s breathing and the faint, rhythmic drip of the IV bag hanging above us. The air was thick with dust and the sharp, medicinal tang of antiseptic, a smell that clung to the back of my throat and refused to leave.A sudden flash of fear brought me crashing back to reality, the silver trays. I had promised Mary I would bring the silvertrays, and as the head maid, my word kept this whole sprawling house running on its fragile axis. If I flinched or showed even a hint of panic, Mary would notice immediately, Chef would blow up like a powder keg, and the precarious peace I had bought for Miss Samantha with my own defiance would vanish in seconds, taking any chance of her recovery with it.Gently, so gently my hands tr
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