All Chapters of The Rich Man's Proxy Marriage: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Elena woke before dawn, heart racing, the echo of a woman’s voice still reverberating behind her eyes.Nora… run—She sat up abruptly, breath shallow, fingers curling into the sheets as if anchoring herself to the present. The room was dark, quiet, secured in every possible way—yet her body refused to believe she was safe.Her name—or what might once have been her name—felt like a bruise pressed too often.She stood and walked barefoot to the window.The city stretched before her, indifferent and vast, lights flickering like a constellation that refused to explain itself. Somewhere beyond those lights was Silas, weaving truths and half-truths together with deliberate cruelty.And somewhere much closer—too close—was Holden Lu.The realization tightened her chest.This was no longer confusion. No longer momentary attraction blurred by adrenaline and trauma.She missed him.Not his presence—she had that constantly.She missed the way he looked at her before he started pulling away.Groun

The city woke beneath a gray sky, heavy with the promise of rain.Elena stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the safehouse, watching the clouds shift like unsettled thoughts. After last night, sleep had come in fragments—short, restless, threaded with images she could not fully grasp.Fire. Corridors. A hand tightening around hers.And Holden’s voice—low, controlled, almost breaking.If staying near me puts you in danger…She exhaled slowly.Whatever line they had crossed, it could no longer be ignored. Silence had become louder than confession.Behind her, the door opened.She did not turn.“You’re awake early,” Holden said.“I didn’t really sleep,” Elena replied.Neither did he.He stepped closer, stopping at a careful distance—as though proximity itself might trigger something neither of them was ready to face.“There’s been movement,” Holden said. “Not Silas.”That made her turn.“Then who?”His eyes darkened. “My family.”The Lu family’s emergency council convened at ten sha

The scandal broke at dawn.It did not arrive loudly, nor did it announce itself with drama. It slipped into the world the way poison always did—quietly, efficiently, and with intent.By the time Elena’s phone began vibrating nonstop on the bedside table, the damage had already been done.She stared at the screen for several seconds before answering.“Turn on the news,” her assistant said breathlessly. “Now.”Elena sat up, heart thudding. The hotel room was still dim, rain tapping softly against the window. She turned on the television.The headline hit her like a slap.LU CORPORATION’S FUTURE HEIRESS UNDER QUESTION — SHADOW TRANSACTIONS, HIDDEN IDENTITIES?The image beneath it was unmistakable.Her face.Older photographs followed—some from her teenage years in the countryside, some from medical conferences she’d attended under a different surname. Each one framed with speculation, suspicion, implication.A familiar tactic.Johann Lu’s handwriting was all over it.“Elena,” the reporte

Morning arrived without gentleness.Elena woke to the sound of voices beyond the door—low, controlled, unmistakably Lu-family tense. She lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting the echoes of the previous night settle into something solid enough to endure.Johann’s smile.The photograph.Holden’s silence.She sat up slowly, fingers brushing the edge of the bed as if grounding herself. The room felt too large. Too quiet.She dressed without thinking, choosing neutral colors—armor disguised as fabric—and stepped into the corridor.Holden was already there.He stood at the head of the long dining table, jacket draped over one arm, expression unreadable. Across from him were two senior board members, their postures stiff, their gazes darting between him and Elena as she entered.The conversation stopped.“Elena,” Holden said, immediately shifting his stance. “You’re awake.”“Yes,” she replied evenly. “Apparently so is the war.”One of the board members cleared his throat. “

The Lu Corporation tower glowed against the night like a blade sharpened to a point.Inside, the tension had not faded—it had simply learned how to hide.Elena walked through the executive floor with steady steps, heels echoing softly against marble. Faces turned. Whispers followed. No one stopped her, but everyone watched.So this is what Johann wanted, she thought.Not to remove her outright—just to isolate her.She stopped outside the glass-walled conference room reserved for Holden.The lights inside were still on.She hesitated.For the first time since entering the Lu family’s world, Elena wasn’t sure whether stepping inside would cost her more than walking away.But indecision had never saved her before.She pushed the door open.Holden stood by the window, back to her, suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up. The city reflected in the glass fractured his silhouette into something sharp and distant.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said without turning.Elena closed the door behind