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Chapter 36: The Return of Daniel Carter
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The mafia ceo's substitute bride Chapter 46: The Garden Confrontation
[ SAMANTHA'S POV ]The glass door of the orchid greenhouse stood open, letting in the cool, damp air. Inside, rows of purple and white petals hung heavy with water droplets, their sweet, thick scent clinging to the back of my throat.I sat on the edge of a wet stone bench just outside the glass framing, resting an old leather-bound book across my knees. Soft afternoon rain tapped steady rhythm against the glass roof above.My thumbs traced the worn spine of the book. Underneath my high-collared cotton dress, my skin prickled with cold nerves. Every time a tree branch swayed or a shadow stretched across the gravel path, my chest tightened. I slid my right hand into my dress pocket, letting my fingers wrap around the small, hard rectangle of the burner phone Daniel had slipped to me.Three days.I stared down at the black-and-white print on the page, but the words blurred together. Just hold out for three more days, and Daniel gets me out.CRACK.A heavy branch snapped near the dense iv
The mafia ceo's substitute bride Chapter 45: Buying the Press
[ DAVID'S POV ]My phone hit the leather armrest with a soft thud as Marcus tapped away at his tablet. Outside the dark Maybach windows, fifty reporters shoved against each other. Microphones waved in the air, and camera lights flashed against the black glass."The wire transfer cleared," Marcus said. His voice was low, but his fingers did not stop moving across the screen. "Fifty-one percent of Apex Media Group is yours. You own the controlling stake in The Daily Herald.""Pull up to the front doors," I told the driver."David, wait," Marcus said, leaning forward. "The board hasn't even finished their emergency meeting. The papers aren't signed""They don't have a choice," I said. I grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. "I bought their debt. I bought their stock. That means I own this building."The moment my leather shoe hit the concrete, a wall of noise slammed into my ears."Mr. Kingsley! Is it true your wife drugged her sister?""Did Samantha fake the entire marriage?""How
The mafia ceo's substitute bride Chapter 44: The Billionaire's Protection
[ DAVID'S POV ]I pushed open the glass doors of Kingsley Tower and walked straight into the main lobby. The heels of my shoes hit the white marble floor with hard, heavy thuds.Behind me, two bodyguards hurried to keep up, their heavy boots squeaking against the floor."Mr. Kingsley!" Marcus shouted, running over from the elevator bank. His shirt collar was open, and his tie hung loose around his neck. He held a phone in one hand and a tablet in the other. "The board of directors is waiting for you in Conference Room A. Director Miller called three times. He wants us to put out a statement right now saying you are separating from Samantha!"I did not stop walking. I headed straight for the private elevator. "Miller can mind his business.""David, look at the news!" Marcus said, stepping into the elevator right behind me as the steel doors slid shut. He held up the tablet so I could see the screen. "It is everywhere. The Financial Times and Bloomberg picked up the story. The phrase #D
The mafia ceo's substitute bride Chapter 43: The Tabloid Betrayal
[ DAVID'S POV ]"Look at this," Marcus said, his voice tight and strained.He slammed a glass tablet onto the center of my desk, sliding it across the polished mahogany until it hit my porcelain coffee cup with a sharp, ringing clink.I leaned over the wide desk, resting my full weight on both palms, and looked down at the glowing screen.The headline stared back at me in bold, blood-red letters: THE MONSTER IN THE KINGSLEY MANSION: HOW SAMANTHA VANCE DRUGGED HER SISTER TO TRAP A BILLIONAIRE.Below the text sat two photos placed side by side. On the left was an old picture of Samantha stepping out of a black car, her head turned away from a photographer's flashing light. On the right was a close-up selfie of Linda lying in a hospital bed, a pale blue wristband visible around her skin as tears tracked down her cheeks."When did this go live?" I asked. My fingers gripped the carved edge of the mahogany table so hard the wood felt ready to split under my palms."Twenty minutes ago," Marc
The mafia ceo's substitute bride Chapter 42: The Dining Room Intimacy
[ SAMANTHA'S POV ]The dining hall was far too large for just two people.A massive crystal chandelier hung from the carved ceiling, casting a warm, flickering glow over the polished mahogany table that stretched between us. For two long months, I hadn't set foot in this room. My meals had been reduced to cold trays sneaked into my locked bedroom by Sophia when the guards weren't looking, eaten in total darkness off a silver dish. But tonight, David had personally sent Sophia upstairs to tell me that the locks were gone, and that I was expected downstairs for dinner.I sat near the head of the table, dressed in a simple, high‑necked cream dress. Every movement I made was deliberate, quiet, and carefully controlled. Underneath the white tablecloth, my hands rested tightly in my lap, my nails digging into my palms until my knuckles turned white. I kept hearing Daniel’s voice from the burner phone hidden deep under my mattress: Play the role of the passive bride. Give him no reason to su
The mafia ceo's substitute bride Chapter 41: The Secret Orders
[ DAVID'S POV ]I stood in the dim center of my ground-floor security office, the heel of my shoes planted firmly on the polished concrete floor. Before me, an entire wall of high-definition monitors pulsed with quiet, sharp light, displaying every square foot of the estate the rain-slicked stone pathways, the silent mahogany hallways, the manicured gardens, and the grand foyer.For two straight months, this room had served as my personal command post. I had sat in this very chair, watching those screens with a cold, unyielding satisfaction, using them to enforce a tight, suffocating grip on the woman upstairs. But now, as the blue light washed over my face, the absolute silence of the mansion didn't feel like power anymore. It felt like an indictment.Behind me, the heavy reinforced door clicked open. Mark, my chief of security, stepped into the room, holding a sleek black tablet against his chest. He stood at attention a few feet away, waiting for his usual morning debrief."Mark,"
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