All Chapters of Substitute Bride For The Crippled CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Marlowe’s POV“Are you okay?” The nurse asked as they rolled the gurney down the hallway of the hospital. “Please call my husband.” I cried, grasping the edge of the gurney as regret washed through me. If I had known this was going to be the outcome of the whole ordeal, I wouldn’t have stepped out at all. “We have been trying to reach out to him but he wouldn’t pick his calls.” The nurse replied, hovering above me with a look of concern on her face. This had been the response I had been getting since I was pulled out from the taxi that had been involved in an accident. “Please try it again, please.” I muttered, my chest contracting in pain. Derek had always been like this but I felt my incessant calls were going to bug him so much that he would pick up but that never happened. “Should I call him with my phone?” The nurse asked. “Even without his presence, we can commence treatment, why are you adamant he should be here before we get started.” To this, I had no response and so

Marlowe’s POVThe sunlight streaming in through the open curtains woke me up. The sound of someone breathing caused me to turn to my side. A surprising sense of calm washed over me as I realized where I was. The memory of last night came to me in a rush. The feel of Callum’s fingers on my skin, his tongue in my mouth and his dick deep in my hungry wet pussy. I remembered the way he had looked at me as he had brought me unexplainable pleasure akin to the warmth of a raging fire.I remembered how everything had started. The bar had been dimly lit when we got in. We had gone to the counter and Callum had ordered four shots of whatever, sliding one glass across, to me.“Drink up,” he told me. I did as he asked, downing the liquid in one goal. Whatever it was burned down my throat to my belly. "Here, have another." He slid me another glass and I took it."Cheers to escaping hell." He said while raising his glass.“Cheers to that.” I muttered before I downed the shot in one go.“What wa

Marlowe's POV What was meant to be a night of pleasure, turned out as a night in which my woes began. If I was told that I was going to meet Callum after our one time meeting, I wouldn't have believed. It was a one night thing where both of us would go out separate ways after all. This had been the partners with others, why is it that my turn was different. Why was it hard for me to do something and go scot free with it? All through dinner, I kept casting Callum side glances as my heart rammed against my chest in a quick succession. Father must have heard my heavy breathing since he was seated next to me but he chose to remain mute.Shutting my eyes, I took in a deep breath as I couldn't wait for dinner time to be over. My plan was to run off from all these.I wanted to run off to a place where no one knows me and so it would be easy for me to start a new life there without anyone judging me. Unfortunately for me, after dinner, they all left the table like it was planned befor

Marlowe's POVThe silence in the house was starting to gnaw at me.Days had passed since our wedding, but Callum hadn't said more than a few words to me—each one colder than the last. We were living under the same roof, yet it felt like I was alone, haunted by the presence of a man who seemed to resent the air I breathed.I’d hoped that after the initial blow of our forced union, things would ease between us. But they hadn’t. If anything, the tension had grown thicker.I spent most of my time in the guest room—the room his mother had insisted I stay in "until you both feel comfortable." But comfort was a luxury I no longer believed in.Still, it wasn't all bitterness. His mother, kind and ever-smiling, had taken to visiting me daily. She brought me tea, sat with me, told me stories about Callum's childhood—things he’d probably never want me to know.“He used to be so gentle,” she said one morning as she placed a shawl over my shoulders. “Protective to a fault. After his accident, some