All Chapters of A Substitute Bride For Mr. Voss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

♤Adrian♤I looked around the room. Where was Astrid? I was sure I’d seen her with Joan just a few minutes ago. Now, Joan was all over a brunette, and Astrid was nowhere to be found.I'd walked across the room, met Aaron, and handed over the gifts we’d brought him. Our relationship didn’t thrive on communication, but he’d told me he was glad we’d made it and thanked me for the gifts.So yeah, maybe Astrid was right. He was my friend, but our friendship was different from others.A brown-haired woman stepped in front of me, a glass of wine in her hand and her lips tipped up in a small smile. I stared down at her, already annoyed that she was in my path.“I’m guessing you’re Aaron’s associate, Adrian?” she asked. I let out a breath. This was why I hated events like this—socializing, small talk... it was draining and mentally exhausting.“In person,” I said flatly, my eyes scanning past her, searching for a certain blonde head.Her smile widened and she tipped her glass slightly in gree

♡Astrid♡ He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. "You look tense," he muttered, and I glanced back to stare at the men—but they were gone. I pursed my lips. "I saw two men. Creeped me out," I muttered, before looking around the room. There was no possible way they'd just suddenly disappear, right? But how wrong I was. There was, in fact, no sign that they'd been in the room. Surprising. It made me question if I'd really seen them, or if it was just my brain playing silly pranks on me—but I was sure what I saw was real. Maybe I was just tired. Or maybe something weirder was going on. Adrian raised a brow and looked around the room. "Where are they?" he asked, and I shrugged before turning to him. "Well, I can no longer find them," I muttered, and he pressed his lips together before nodding slowly, scanning the crowd one more time. "That's surprising," he said before returning his eyes to me. "The party's starting. Don't drink," his eyes searched my face. I

♡Astrid♡"God...fuck," I mumbled for what felt like the thousandth time.That thing he did with his tongue? Fucking ruined me.The man was dangerous with his words and lethal with his tongue. A combo every man should have. And while he was eating me out and dragging me over the edge, I wasn’t even in this world anymore.I was floating somewhere between pleasure and torment."Adrian...please," I whispered, my voice shaking. I was tired of the teasing, the up and down. The build and crash.At this point, I didn’t just want him—I needed him. To fuck me, to own me, to leave something behind in me that reminded me of him even after this was over.It was all too much. Too intense."What are you begging for, sunshine? To come, or for my cock?" he asked, and I clenched around the finger he slid into me.Dirty. So goddamn dirty."Both," I breathed, barely getting the word out before he flipped me onto my back. He wedged a knee between my thighs, holding them open, his eyes burning into mine.H

♤Adrian♤I left the study and walked back to the gym after ending the call. To say I was in disbelief was an understatement. I knew Gary was evil—he killed my mother—but not to the point of wanting to eliminate Astrid. But he ended up killing my child.Yeah, he never liked her from the start. He even told me to break up with her and date someone “in my league.” But framing her and then killing her? That was the last thing I expected.Now I couldn't stop wondering why he killed my mum. Did she know something? Did she threaten to expose him? He must’ve seen her as a threat. That’s why he got rid of her.I pushed the gym door open and saw Astrid sitting motionless on the floor, her gaze empty, tears streaking her face. I squatted in front of her without saying anything.My chest tightened with every second that passed. How did we end up here?How would she react when she found out my father was behind the death of our child... behind the scar on her wrist... behind everything that broug

♡Astrid ♡ He was cold —out of reach even. And yeah, while this hurts, it was the only sensible option not when Freya would be caught in the crossfire. And that's why I was in my room, sitting on the bed and fiddling with my phone. I straightened up and dialed mum. We hadn't talked much ever since the hospital, she calls in to check on me occasionally and apologized for never trusting in me and why it'd be a little hard before our relationship would get back to how it used to be, we were making progress. She picked up on the second ring. "Astrid?" Her voice was a little groggy, probably just waking up from sleep. There was shuffling and I could picture her sitting up on her bed. I ran my hands through my hair. "Mum," my voice came out a little shaky. So much for not wanting to cry while on the phone with her. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" She asked and I stared up at the ceiling. "I'm divorcing Adrian," I said and the words felt heavy coming out from my mouth, it tasted bitter ev