All Chapters of The Substitute Bride : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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The trap

Ever since Rose's disappearance, Chloe had imagined this moment countless times. There had been nights when she lay awake staring at the ceiling, wondering where Rose was. There had been days when she convinced herself that her best friend was still alive somewhere in the world. She had held onto that belief when everyone else had given up. Yet now that Rose was standing right in front of her, Chloe wished reality had remained a fantasy. The woman before her looked like Rose. She sounded like Rose. But she was no longer the Rose Chloe remembered. The warmth that used to shine in her eyes was gone. The mischievous smile that used to accompany every joke had disappeared. The girl who once cried over sad movies and laughed until she snorted no longer existed. Instead, there was only emptiness. A shell. A stranger wearing Rose's face. Chloe's heart clenched painfully. She would rather have Rose curse her than look at her with those lifeless eyes. Beside Rose stood Gwen. Tha

The boy from the rain

The city had not slept. From the moment the footage of Gwen falling down the stairs surfaced online, public opinion had exploded like wildfire. Every media outlet carried the same headline. Every gossip page repeated the same story. Every comment section became a battlefield. And at the center of it all stood Chloe. Once again. The internet had already pronounced its verdict before hearing her side. To them, Chloe was guilty. To them, Gwen was the victim. To them, Rose's return only proved the narrative they had eagerly accepted. Inside a quiet bar tucked away from the bustling city, Blaze sat alone nursing a glass of whiskey. The alcohol had long gone warm. Yet he hadn't taken another sip. His thoughts were elsewhere. Far away from the music. Far away from the crowd. Far away from the world. Chloe's words from weeks ago continued replaying inside his head. Over and over. Like a broken record. Everything points back to that night. At first, he had dismissed her su

The missing pieces

The study fell into silence after Liam finished recounting the events of the past. The rain outside continued to patter against the glass windows, its rhythmic sound filling the room as both men became lost in their thoughts. Blaze stared into his whiskey. Everything Liam had just revealed only strengthened the doubts that had been tormenting him since his meeting with Chloe. The attack on the Luke family. The disappearance of Clarissa. Rivero's sudden hatred. Rose's reappearance. None of it felt disconnected anymore. They were pieces of the same puzzle. And someone had spent years making sure those pieces never came together. Blaze swirled the liquor inside his glass before finally breaking the silence. "You know..." he began carefully. Liam raised a brow. "What?" Blaze hesitated. For the first time since entering the study, he seemed unsure of himself. Liam noticed immediately. "Spit it out." Blaze released a slow breath. "I met Chloe." The atmosphere changed ins

The things left unsaid

The study fell silent once again. Only the sound of rain striking the windows accompanied the heavy thoughts hanging between the two men. Blaze remained standing beside the couch, staring at Liam as though he had just met him for the first time. Everything Liam had revealed tonight overturned years of assumptions. For years he had believed Liam was cold. Cruel. Possessive. A man who always got what he wanted regardless of who got hurt in the process. But now... The picture looked entirely different. And Blaze hated himself for not seeing it sooner. Liam poured himself another glass of whiskey and leaned back against the couch. His expression remained calm, yet Blaze could see the exhaustion hidden beneath it. Years. The man had been carrying this burden for years. Alone. Without explaining himself to anyone. Not even once. Blaze shook his head. "Klaus Sandoval..." The name sounded strange leaving his mouth. Of all the people involved, Klaus was the last person he e

Cracks in the facade

The ride back from the hospital was suffocating. Not because of the silence. But because of the thoughts that refused to leave Rose's mind. The image of Chloe standing at the stairwell remained etched into her memory like a scar. The disbelief in her eyes. The hurt. The confusion. The desperate attempt to stop Gwen from falling. Everything replayed repeatedly in Rose's head. No matter how many times she revisited the scene, she arrived at the same conclusion. Chloe had not pushed Gwen. She had tried to save her. Yet the reporters had arrived at the perfect moment. The cameras had captured only what Gwen wanted them to see. And just like that, Chloe became the villain once again. Rose sat quietly in the backseat while the city rushed past the windows. Across from her, Gwen appeared to be in an exceptionally good mood. The corners of her lips remained curled upward. Her fingers danced lazily across her phone screen. Every few seconds she chuckled to herself. The sound

Cracks in the mask

Rose stood motionless long after she left the hallway. The sound of her footsteps echoed through the empty corridor as she walked without any destination in mind. Her face remained expressionless, but inside, countless emotions battled for dominance. The encounter at the hospital had shaken her more than she cared to admit. Seeing Chloe again had not brought relief. It had brought pain. For three years she had convinced herself that staying away was the only way to protect her best friend. Now she wasn't so sure anymore. The image of Chloe standing at the staircase replayed endlessly in her mind. The disbelief in her eyes. The hope. The confusion. The heartbreak. Most painful of all was the fact that Chloe still looked at her with concern despite everything. Despite the lies. Despite the accusations. Despite the interview. Despite being publicly humiliated because of her. Rose stopped walking. Her fingers clenched tightly. A sharp ache spread through her chest. She

The file

The corridor was silent. Rose leaned against the cold wall outside her room, arms wrapped around herself as she struggled to steady her breathing. The encounter with Gwen and Marcello replayed in her mind like a broken record. Especially Chloe's face. The confusion. The disappointment. The hurt. Rose squeezed her eyes shut. "I am sorry, Chloe." The words escaped her lips as a whisper. If only she had known. If only she had seen through Gwen's tricks sooner. Things would never have gotten this far. A faint sound pulled her out of her thoughts. Footsteps. Rose opened her eyes immediately. A man walked past the end of the hallway. Ben. Her brows furrowed. The strange-looking man she had seen leaving Marcello's office earlier. Why did he seem so familiar? She had definitely seen him before. But where? Rose frowned as she watched him disappear around the corner. Something felt wrong. Very wrong. Without thinking twice, she pushed herself off the wall and followed

Buried truths

Rose's heart dropped to her stomach. The moment she turned around and saw Marcello standing at the door, she knew she was in trouble. The file in her trembling hands suddenly felt heavier. Too heavy. Ben stood beside Marcello with his arms folded across his chest, his expression unreadable. Neither of them looked surprised. As if they had expected this all along. As if they had been waiting for her. Rose instinctively took a step backward. The black file remained open in her hands. The photograph of a young Chloe stared back at her. No. Not Chloe. Clarissa Luke. The missing daughter of the Luke family. The little girl everyone believed was dead. The little girl Liam had spent years searching for. A thousand thoughts crashed through Rose's mind at once. How could Chloe be Clarissa? How could nobody know? How could Marcello have hidden something this important? "You weren't supposed to see that." Marcello's calm voice cut through her thoughts. Rose tightened her

The truth Rose buried

Rose's fingers tightened around the file. The room suddenly felt smaller. Colder. More suffocating. Her eyes darted between Marcello and Ben standing at the doorway. Blocking her only escape. For a brief moment, no one spoke. The silence was deafening. Then Marcello sighed. A disappointed sigh. As though she had inconvenienced him. "I warned you to stay out of matters that don't concern you." Rose instinctively stepped backward, clutching the file against her chest. "And I warned you that I wasn't your puppet." Marcello chuckled. The sound sent chills crawling down her spine. "You've become brave." "No." Rose's eyes hardened. "I've become tired." Something flickered across Marcello's face. Interest. Amusement. Perhaps even admiration. But it vanished as quickly as it came. His gaze dropped to the photograph still visible inside the file. Little Clarissa Luke. Little Chloe. The child at the center of everything. The child whose existence had changed countl

The truth between us

Back at the Reigns Mansion The first thing Chloe became aware of was the softness beneath her. The second was the scent. A familiar scent. Clean. Warm. Dangerously comforting. Her lashes fluttered open. For several seconds, she stared blankly at the ceiling above her. Everything felt hazy. Her head throbbed faintly. Fragments of memories surfaced one after another. The hospital. The reporters. The flashing cameras. Questions being thrown at her from every direction. Then— A coat. Strong arms. A familiar embrace. Liam. Chloe closed her eyes briefly. Of course. Who else could it have been? A soft sigh escaped her lips as she sat upright. The oversized bed dipped beneath her weight. Immediately, she realized where she was. Liam's room. Her gaze swept across the familiar surroundings. The room looked exactly the same as she remembered. Minimalistic. Organized. Almost annoyingly neat. Not a single thing out of place. A complete reflection of its owner. Un

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