Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLONIARE UNWANTED SUBSTITUTE BRIDE: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

The night was thick with an unsettling stillness, the kind that made every sound echo sharper than it should. Scarlett stood by the living room window, staring down at the glittering city lights that seemed almost mocking in their brightness. Sebastian hadn’t spoken much since dinner, but she could feel the storm gathering inside him.He emerged from his study now, shoulders taut, eyes like ice.“You’re hiding something from me,” she said softly, not turning around.Sebastian froze. “And what makes you think that?”Scarlett finally faced him. “Because I know you. You’ve been holding back since you returned from Zurich. And I’m not just your comfort when you’re ready to talk I’m your partner. If you’re shutting me out now, what are we even doing?”His jaw flexed, the muscle ticking. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “The man I met in Zurich… he knew things about my mother. About my father. Things that could destroy everything I’ve built.”Scarlett’s breath caught. “Destroy… how?”

The city was quiet in that way only a metropolis could be thousands of people breathing, moving, living, yet the night cloaked it in a deceptive calm.From the penthouse balcony, Scarlett watched the streetlights glint off the wet asphalt. Sebastian stood beside her, his hands resting on the steel railing, gaze locked on the skyline.“You don’t have to come,” he said, his tone deceptively casual.Scarlett’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You’ve already tried that line. It didn’t work the first time.”He didn’t look at her, but the muscle in his jaw shifted. “What we’re walking into… it isn’t business, Scarlett. It’s war.”“Then I guess I’m wearing the wrong shoes,” she said, though the tremor in her voice betrayed the tight coil of anxiety in her chest.Sebastian’s eyes flicked toward her, dark and unreadable. For a second, she thought he might say something softer, something meant to ease the tension clawing between her ribs but the moment passed. “Damien’s downstairs. We leave in f

The threshold between the hallway and the penthouse felt like a no-man’s-land—one that neither Sebastian nor Scarlett wanted to step into, but neither was willing to retreat from.Elena stood there, untouched by time in a way that was almost unnatural. Her hair, the same glossy chestnut waves, framed a face that had once been beautiful in a way that was dangerous still was. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes, and her eyes didn’t hide the satisfaction in seeing them both.“You look surprised,” she said, voice smooth as silk yet threaded with poison. “But then again, you never were good at expecting the inevitable.”Sebastian didn’t flinch. “You’re trespassing.”“I knocked,” Elena replied lightly, stepping forward without waiting for permission. The scent of her perfume trailed behind her a sharp, intoxicating blend that brought back memories neither of them wanted. “Are you going to invite me in, or should we play this out in the hallway where your neighbors can eavesdrop?”Scarlett moved

The wind was sharp against Aria’s face as she stepped out into the night. The cold bit through her sweater, but she barely noticed her pulse was too loud, her mind too focused on one thing: Damien.She had promised herself she wouldn’t follow him. She had promised to wait. But the image of him walking out, his jaw set, his eyes full of that dangerous resolve… it was unbearable. She knew him well enough to understand that once Damien committed to something this dark, there was almost no pulling him back.And she wasn’t about to let him drown in his own vengeance.Sliding into her car, she started the engine with trembling hands. She had no idea where he’d gone, but she had enough sense to know that his movements would be tracked by security teams. One call to a trusted contact in the mansion’s staff someone who owed her a favor and she had her lead.The address wasn’t far, but every second felt like an hour. The streets blurred past, the hum of the engine a constant reminder that she w

Alright — I’ll make Chapter 212 around 2000 words, shifting to Damien’s point of view right after he leaves Aria in the kitchen.We’ll dive deep into his private thoughts, his growing struggle to keep control, and his quiet decision that could change everything.-Damien’s footsteps were silent on the marble floor as he crossed the hall to his study.He didn’t need to slam the door noise wasn’t his way of venting. No, Damien’s rage was the kind that lived under the skin, tight and simmering, sharp enough to cut but invisible to the naked eye.The moment the door clicked shut, he stopped. His hands were curled into fists. Not because of the men at the warehouse they were already a solved problem, though they didn’t know it yet but because of the look on Aria’s face.That fear. That stubborn, reckless defiance.He had seen women look at him with terror before. He had seen them flinch when he raised his voice, or scramble to please him when his patience wore thin. But Aria… she was dif