บททั้งหมดของ The Substitute Bride : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The room was eerily quiet. Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting silver shadows across the luxurious bedroom. Chloe stood by the window with her arms folded across her chest. Her gaze lingered on the city lights beyond the glass, but her mind was elsewhere. Far away. Back in the study. Back to the conversation she wasn't supposed to hear. Back to every single word Liam had spoken. A bitter smile tugged at the corners of her lips. How ironic. For years she had searched for answers. Now that they were finally revealing themselves one after another, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The sound of the door opening broke her train of thought. She didn't turn around. Didn't need to. The familiar scent reaching her was enough. Liam. The room fell silent once more. Neither spoke. Neither moved. For several seconds. Then— "You should be asleep." His deep voice echoed behind her. Chloe chuckled softly. "As if I can sleep after everything I heard." A pause follo

Finally. The night had grown quieter. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights shimmered beneath the darkness like scattered stars. The world outside continued moving, unaware that inside the Reigns Mansion, two hearts that had spent years circling each other were finally beginning to find peace. Chloe remained in Liam's arms long after their conversation ended. Neither of them seemed eager to move. The silence between them no longer felt uncomfortable. It no longer carried resentment, misunderstandings, or unspoken accusations. Instead, it felt warm. Safe. For the first time in years, Chloe allowed herself to simply exist in the moment. Without questions. Without fears. Without constantly looking over her shoulder. The steady rhythm of Liam's heartbeat beneath her cheek soothed something deep inside her. Something she hadn't realized had been hurting for a very long time. She closed her eyes. A quiet sigh escaped her lips. Liam's hold around her tightened slightly. Not

The atmosphere inside the Reigns Mansion had changed completely. For the first time in years, Liam no longer felt like he was fighting alone. The realization was strange. Unfamiliar. Yet surprisingly comforting. Three hours after breakfast, the study had become the center of activity. Documents littered the massive desk. Photographs were pinned to a digital board. Maps glowed on several screens mounted on the wall. The moment Chloe stepped into the study carrying a mug of coffee, she immediately regretted it. The place looked like a military command center. Blaze sat on one of the couches with dark circles beneath his eyes. Stuart stood beside a screen scrolling through information. Several members of Liam's private security team occupied the room. Everyone looked busy. Everyone except Liam. He stood near the window with his arms folded behind him. Calm. Collected. Dangerously calm. The kind of calm that usually meant someone was about to have a very bad day. Blaze spotted Chlo

The drive back to the Reigns Mansion was unusually quiet. No one spoke. Not because there was nothing to say, but because there was simply too much. The photograph Liam held in his hand felt heavier than it should. It was just a piece of paper, yet it carried enough weight to shake the foundation of everything he thought he knew. Across from him, Blaze sat with his arms folded tightly across his chest. His eyes remained fixed on Liam's face, searching for answers. Unfortunately, Liam wasn't ready to give any. Even he was struggling to process what he had seen. Rose. Marcello. And that man. A man who was supposed to have died twenty years ago. The image refused to leave his mind. The moment they arrived at the mansion, Liam headed straight for his study without a word. Chloe followed behind him while Blaze trailed after them like a restless shadow. The photograph landed on the desk. For several seconds, everyone simply stared at it. Chloe leaned forward first. The man appear

The moment Liam's convoy disappeared beyond the gates of the Reigns Mansion, an unusual silence settled over the estate. The tension that had dominated the study moments earlier seemed to linger in every corner of the house, wrapping itself around the walls like an invisible fog. Everyone knew something significant was about to happen. Whether it would end with answers or more questions remained uncertain. Inside the mansion, Chloe stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the study long after Liam had left. Her gaze remained fixed on the empty driveway as though she could somehow still see him. A part of her wanted to run after him. Another part understood why he had insisted she stay behind. This wasn't a disagreement between business rivals anymore. It was a war. And Liam had spent years fighting wars so that others wouldn't have to. A soft sigh escaped her lips before she finally turned away from the window. The study suddenly felt too large. Too quiet. Too empty. "You know,"