Semua Bab The Substitute Bride's Revenge : Bab 91 - Bab 100

ARIAThe next morning brings another visitor to my luxurious sanctuary.A knock sounds at the door while I'm finishing breakfast, and Harrison enters, followed by a distinguished younger man carrying a leather medical bag."Ms. Taylor, this is Dr. Blackwell. He's been overseeing your care since your arrival."Dr. Blackwell has the kind of polished appearance you’d expect from a physician on a high-end magazine cover. Sharp jawline, dark hair styled with effortless precision, and eyes that miss nothing behind sleek, rectangular frames.The tailored suit beneath his white coat fits him to perfection, projecting an authority that feels far older than his thirty-something years."Good morning, Ms. Taylor. I'm pleased to see you awake and eating." His voice carries authority without arrogance.He sets his bag on a nearby table and approaches my bedside.Harrison discreetly exits, closing the door behind him."How long have I been here?" I ask."Five days. You were unconscious for the first

ARIARain hammers the windows, turning the garden into a blurry watercolor. Six weeks in this place, and I'm finally starting to feel human again.My body's bouncing back.The chelation therapy wrapped up last week, and Dr. Blackwell seems pleased with how I'm doing.I'm curled up in the window seat, watching raindrops race down the glass. The pneumonia's completely gone. My hair isn't falling out in clumps anymore. Even my brain fog has lifted. First time in over a year I can actually think straight.A knock interrupts my rain-watching."Come in," I call out.Harrison steps in, looking even stiffer than usual. "Ms. Taylor, you have a visitor."That gets my attention. I haven't seen anyone except staff and doctors since I got here."A visitor?""Nathan Reed is waiting for you in the library."My mouth falls open and my eyes goes wide.Nathan Reed? Does he mean the Nathan Reed whose name carries weight. He's the attorney billionaires call when they need problems to disappear. His reputa

Nathan pulls out a sealed file folder from his briefcase. It's thick, tied with red tape, and marked "CONFIDENTIAL" in bold letters."My client authorized me to share this with you if HIV concerns came up." He places it on the table between us with his hand lingering on the cover for a moment. "I suggest you review it carefully."I eye the folder warily, both eager and afraid to see its contents. With slightly trembling fingers, I untie the red tape and open the file. Inside is comprehensive documentation of the medical fraud against me… ones far more detailed than I could have imagined possible.Financial transfers to hospital staff, complete with account numbers and dates. Emails between Xavier and the lab technician who falsified my results, discussing exactly how to alter the tests to ensure a positive reading. Sworn statements from junior medical staff who saw the deception but were too scared to report it, fearing for their careers and, in some cases, their safety.I can barely

ARIAAnother day pass in a blur of physical therapy sessions, selected meals, and monitored walks through the gardens.My body is healing and my strength is returning rapidly, though the doctors still insist on regular rest periods.I've established a routine, finding small ways to assert control within my limited freedom. Each morning, I walk the perimeter of the gardens, measuring the boundaries of my beautiful prison. Each evening, I request specific books from the library, testing Harrison's claims that anything I want will be provided.Today's walk has taken me farther than usual. My legs ache pleasantly from the exertion as I return to my suite and my dark curls damp with sweat despite the cool air.I push open the door, already planning the hot shower I'll take before dinner. However, something on my bed catches my eye. A cream-colored envelope placed on my pillow.I approach slowly, as if it might disappear if I move too quickly.The envelope isn't sealed. Inside is a single s

ARIAI wake to a soft knock at my bedroom door, the sound gentle but persistent enough to pull me out of the deep sleep I’d finally fallen into.Sunlight streams through the heavy curtains, casting warm golden patches across the room.I blink a few times, realizing with a start that I’ve slept far later than usual.“Come in,” I call, my voice still groggy from sleep.Harrison steps in, carrying a silver tray with my usual morning coffee.His movements are as precise as ever, but there’s something about his expression that feels different—more serious than the casual breakfast service would suggest.He sets the tray down on my bedside table with care, then turns to face me.“Good morning, Madam,” his tone’s clipped but polite. “I apologize for the disturb but you have a visitor waiting in the library.”That gets my attention. I sit up straighter, pushing the sleepiness aside. “A visitor?”“Yes, madam. Mr. Nathan Reeds has arrived.”Nathan. The name jolts me fully awake.“How long has h