All Chapters of Billionaire's Substitute Bride and Her Secret Child: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Early next morning, a certain piece of news was causing an uproar on social media channels. Though more than two years had passed since the messy divorce between Isabella and Miguel Hernandez, nobody forgot about Isabella's predicament.  In the world of the rich and famous, there were no private matters, and everyone was entitled to an opinion. A stunning beautiful lady such as her, being cheated on with a younger woman, a mere student, drove women all over the world to resonate with her pain. Beyond everything, it was each and every woman’s nightmare. Her husband, a tycoon in the oil industry, lost his entire fortune as a result of his misconduct. Nobody took his side, not even his own family. He was pointed as the common enemy, along with his undisclosed mistress.   At that time, many requested for the truth to be unveiled, but their pleas were ignored, the woman remained a mystery. That was until now. The first to release the article

“Tell me, daddy! How can we help mommy?” Hunter was quiet, rubbing his chin while his sight was fixed on the floor. Was his idea a bad one? Was it potentially hazardous and could be even considered reckless? Should he really drag the boy into it? ‘How should I proceed? What if I end up making Christine upset instead of being of any help? Hmm... I don’t know what to do...’ “Daddy!!!” Ethan called out, pulling him out from his train of thoughts. “Let me think for a second!” He uttered in an enigmatic tone. Then he sighed and pursed his lips. “Fine, let’s do this!” He said with determination. “Do what, daddy?” “Let’s find out who set up your mommy in the first place! Here, take your tablet, the show is about to start so we need to move fast! But…” “But what?” “If we fail to find the culprit, this will remain our little secret. Your mommy might get mad at us, and besides, what we are about to do is illegal. What do you say?

Inside the living room of a luxurious house, with their heart drumming against the chest and their senses on high alert, three people were watching the interview of Isabella Hernandez and her friend, Caroline Morgan. One of them was waiting with bated breath for her step daughter to face public humiliation and slander, another one was on the edge of her seat to find out if her step sister did commit such an atrocity or if she was the victim of her scheming mother. Martha was sure that Elenora was behind everything. The third person, Simon, was on pins and needles, experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions while watching for the interview to unfold. The person painted in the news was not the one he knew, but then again, he had met her just recently. When the moment came and Isabella and Caroline conf

Left by herself, Elenora sneered, staring at the text from Christine with a sulky expression.‘Take all my money? How dare that wretched girl threaten me? It’s more likely for hell to freeze than her winning against me!’A vein became visible on her forehead, as if cutting it in half, while her entire demeanor was turning murderous. ‘I’d rather kill her with my own two hands than lose this battle!’Glaring at the phone angrily, she typed [“Aren’t you afraid that I will reveal who is the father of that devil kid of yours?”]‘I know all your weaknesses, Christine! Each and every one of your vulnerabilities are within my reach! You should be scared of me! You damn should!’She was looking forward to the reply, but to her enjoyment, it didn’t come through. Naturally, she believed that she had won. ‘Yes, go and hide in your closet! And don’t come out until I

Christine made several attempts in reaching Hunter, but his phone was off, her calls going directly to voicemail.  ‘Weird. I hope everything is fine.’ Pacing the room, making holes in the floor, the tension was building up inside, eating her alive. What if something happened? He should have delivered her child by now.  Her intuition told her that something was off. Or maybe she was just nervous, it was understandable, after all she went through. In the wake of such an excruciating day, she needed to have Ethan in her arms, he was her most prized possession, her pride and joy. Stealing glances through the window from time to time, she finally spotted Hunter getting out of the car, then scooping a sleepy handsome boy in his arms. The boy’s small arms locked behind his daddy’s neck. It was an image that pulled at her heartstrings, sweet and sour at the same time. She breathed a sigh of relief, the claw that was squeezing her hea