All Chapters of THE BILLONIARE UNWANTED SUBSTITUTE BRIDE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The day following the board meeting, Liam’s victory felt bittersweet. The air around Carlyle Holdings had shifted like a storm waiting to unleash its fury. Vincent’s expulsion had been a spectacle, but Liam knew that the game was far from over. As much as he had wanted to rid himself of the toxic influence, something gnawed at him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.He walked into his office, eyes scanning the space. His desk was piled with paperwork, but it wasn’t the files that concerned him. It was the quiet. The stillness. No calls from his lawyer. No urgent summons to another boardroom. The world around him had settled into an uneasy lull, and Liam couldn’t afford to let his guard down. He knew Vincent wasn’t the only one who had a hand in the company’s web of deceit.Lily entered the room, holding a cup of coffee in her hands. She placed it gently on his desk, a silent gesture of support. She could see the tension in his jaw, the furrow in his brow.

The coldness in the morning air clung to Aria's skin like frost, but she barely noticed. Her thoughts raced, heart pounding against her ribcage as she stood in the grand hallway of the Hayes estate, facing the wall-length windows where the soft light of dawn spilled through the glass. Everything had changed. Everything. And yet, a strange calmness hovered over her, like the eye of a storm.Damien had barely spoken a word to her since the confrontation with his father. His silence had been thunderous, filled with tension and a thousand unspoken words. But she knew it wasn’t anger that kept him distant it was pain. Pain wrapped in layers of betrayal and self-loathing. Aria could see it in his eyes whenever they landed on her, flickering like a dying flame.She turned when she heard the soft shuffle of footsteps behind her. Damien stood there, dressed sharply but his expression looked worn. Eyes tired. Shoulders heavy. But he didn't stop. He approached her slowly, and for the first time

The morning sun crept slowly through the lace curtains, casting golden streaks across the floor. Sebastian sat in the parlor, stiff-backed, his fingers drumming against the armrest of the velvet chair. He hadn’t slept much, not because he didn’t try, but because rest wasn’t something his mind allowed especially when the ghosts of his past were coming back through the front door.Scarlet had gone to greet the guest herself, giving him space, but that didn’t stop the thrum of anticipation pulsing in his chest. For years, he’d avoided this moment. For years, he told himself that revisiting the past was useless, dangerous even. But now, as he heard soft footsteps approaching, the echo of his childhood grew louder than ever.“Sebastian,” Scarlet said gently, stepping aside to reveal a woman who looked like she’d walked straight out of his memories.She was older now, of course her back slightly hunched, her hair peppered with gray but her eyes were the same: wise, kind, filled with a depth

The night was eerily quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioning filling the empty spaces of the villa. Scarlett stood by the large glass windows, her back to the room, her thoughts swirling in a chaotic mix of emotions. The last few days had been a blur betrayals, confessions, plans, and the strange tension that now hung between her and Damien. Despite the distance they had put between each other, Scarlett could feel him, like a constant presence in the room, lingering at the edges of her mind.Damien had given her the space she needed, but Scarlett knew that he was never truly far from her thoughts. They were bound by so much more than just the secrets and pain they had shared. The pull between them was undeniable, yet so complicated by everything that had come to light. Every time she thought she understood where they stood, something would change, throwing everything into turmoil once again.She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin, the tenderness with which he held

The sun had just begun its descent, casting a golden hue across the horizon as Aria Carter stood by the massive glass windows of Damien Hayes' penthouse. Her reflection was ghosted on the glass, pale and uncertain, like the thoughts clouding her mind. The silence around her felt heavier than usual, charged with the weight of all that remained unsaid between them.Behind her, Damien entered the room, his steps quiet but deliberate. He paused, watching her for a moment. The once-fierce woman who had fought him tooth and nail now looked fragile, her shoulders stiff with tension, her hands clasped tightly in front of her."You’ve been quiet since the board meeting," Damien said, his voice calm but edged with caution.Aria didn’t turn to face him. "Because there’s nothing left to say."Damien took a few steps closer, the air between them tense. "That’s not like you."She let out a bitter laugh, finally turning around. Her eyes, once warm and bright, now held shadows. "What’s ‘like me’ anym