บททั้งหมดของ Mr. CEO, You Are Only My Substitute Husband: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"I'm doing my job, Daphne," Lysia said coldly. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't interfere."Her colleagues had always described her as someone who worked with utmost seriousness and decisiveness. She disliked unnecessary interference in workplace disputes, believing that disagreements were a natural part of collaboration—so long as they ultimately led to a resolution.But Daphne didn’t see it that way. She was notorious for her hot temper and penchant for stirring up trouble. Seeing Lysia’s commanding presence in the office while Julie was away on a business trip only made her more irritated."Lysia, stop acting like you're the only competent one here. Raven was simply doing what was within her authority. If you want to be a dictator at work, why don’t you just write your own article?" Daphne snapped."This article was my idea to begin with," Lysia emphasized each word, barely restraining her anger.Raven looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She stammered, "Lysia, I don’t

“Let go of me!” Catherine kept swinging her arms and hurried forward. Caden grabbed her just before she could step onto the street while the light was still red. He wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and raised his voice, “Watch where you’re going! Do you hate seeing me that much?” Catherine shoved him away, smoothing down her slightly disheveled hair. She deliberately put some distance between them, her voice turning cold, “Mr. William, you’ve got the wrong person. I don’t know you.” “Oh, that’s right. Now you’re Catherine Sinclair, the esteemed heiress of RRC Newsroom. You’re no longer the sweet, obedient Katie who used to moan so charmingly and beg for me every night, huh?” Caden trailed a finger along her delicate face before tilting her chin up. No matter how far she ran, he always found her. Eight months ago, Catherine had met Caden at a bar in Gracedale. That night, she had drunk herself into oblivion, trying to drown out the fiery argument she had with her fathe

After much effort, Raven finally managed to bring Kyle to the room she had booked in advance. Swiping the key card and stepping inside, she dropped him onto the bed, panting heavily from exhaustion. Looking at the man lying there with his eyes tightly shut, she knelt on one knee on the soft mattress and gently caressed his face. “Soon, you’ll be my man, Mr. Reinhart,” she murmured, unable to contain the excitement surging within her. Becoming Mrs. Reinhart would mean inheriting a massive fortune, far more than just a few tens of thousands of dollars from that woman. She hated herself for not appearing a few months earlier—before he got married. If she had, she was confident she could have won him over. What did Lysia Kingsley have that she didn’t? That woman was merely lucky enough to be born into the wealthy Kingsley family. When it came to beauty, Raven was stunning as well, desired by countless men. She was also a well-known journalist at RRC Newsroom. So why did Lysia get to

“Lys, what were the test results? Are you really pregnant?” Samantha asked, her voice urgent and filled with anticipation. Lysia raised an eyebrow and tried to change the subject. “Mom, why are you here?” She knew that Samantha had a scheduled check-up today at Reeds Hospital, but the clinic she was supposed to visit was in a different building. Running into her mother-in-law in such an awkward situation was the last thing Lysia expected. However, she couldn’t tell Samantha the real reason she was at the obstetrics clinic. Making up an excuse about being there by coincidence would be ridiculous and unbelievable. “I came to visit a niece of mine who works in the obstetrics department at Reeds. She’s actually a very close cousin of Kyle’s. Unfortunately, she had to rush into the emergency room just now; otherwise, I would have introduced you to her,” Samantha explained, still holding onto Lysia’s hand. “You haven’t answered my question.” “Mom, I’m sorry to disappoint you,” Lysia

"Uncle Kyle, I just wanted to talk to Lysia for a bit. I didn’t expect Grandma to..." Henry faltered when Kyle suddenly appeared, but he quickly composed himself and tried to explain.SMACK!Kyle didn’t let Henry finish. He landed a punch straight to Henry’s face. Staggering back, Henry wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth."I warned you not to lay a hand on my wife!" Kyle growled, his eyes radiating fury.Lysia flinched but didn’t intervene. She knew Kyle wasn’t one to lose his temper easily, but when he did, the consequences were always terrifying.The moment Kyle got home, the first thing he saw was Lysia frantically calling out to Samantha, who had collapsed, looking lost and desperate. He barely had time to think—he immediately rushed her to the hospital. And now, seeing Henry, he knew exactly who was responsible for all of this."Uncle Kyle, I truly apologize. When Grandma wakes up, I’ll explain everything to clear up the misunderstanding," Henry said, bowing h