All Chapters of The Substitute Twin Bride: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Matteo was at a loss for words. There were so many things he wanted to say to Rose, from his regret to his love. But Rose already had a new life. It was impossible that her relationship with Aaron was merely an act. Perhaps Rose wanted to bury those memories, the ones that had become a painful mistake for her.But what about when she was pregnant and miscarried? Did she regret it then? Was that also part of her agreement with Romilda? Or at that time… had Romilda already returned and taken over again?“Was it Romilda,” Matteo asked quietly, “or was it you… Who was pregnant?”Matteo’s eyes burned, reddening as he fought back tears. He tried to maintain his composure in front of Rose, but the truth cut him deeply.What Matteo felt, Rose felt as well. Without him realizing it, she was struggling to keep her body from trembling. Tears threatened to spill at any moment.Rose wanted to confess that she had loved Matteo with all her heart. When she became pregnant, she had been happy, even t

The long-awaited day finally arrived for Matteo. He had arranged for Rose and Aaron to come to the Cavanaugh estate to confront Romilda. Matteo’s intention was simple: he would bring Rose face-to-face with Romilda during the signing process that would name Romilda the heir to the shares.Matteo personally picked up Aaron and Rose at the airport. Even the driver stared in shock at Rose’s appearance. She looked far too much like Romilda; only her makeup and hairstyle set them apart.The drive was silent. Matteo glanced at his watch several times, remembering the appointment he had made with the lawyer earlier that morning. Romilda knew about it too. Matteo was sure she was waiting for the moment she would officially become a billionaire through Caesar’s fortune.As the car neared the Cavanaugh residence, Matteo frowned at the long line of vehicles parked all the way to the side of the road. A bad feeling settled in his chest. He instructed the driver to pull over at a distance from the

Rose walked briskly beside Geri, who held an umbrella over her. The maid guided her along a narrow stone path beside the mansion, skillfully avoiding the main entrance flooded with reporters’ flashing cameras.They slipped in through the service entrance near the kitchen, where the catering staff bustled about. The scent of gourmet dishes filled the air. Chefs and sous-chefs were fully absorbed in their work, as were the maids moving back and forth with empty trays and refilled platters.No one paid attention to Rose, who was clearly not dressed for a party, walking behind Geri with her head lowered.Geri peeked down the corridor and gestured for Rose to follow once it was safe.The hallway was empty, a stark contrast to the muffled sounds of the party ahead, buzzing like a distant beehive.Geri stopped at an intersection when several servants approached from the direction of the ballroom. They stared at her in irritation.“Where have you been? We’re short-staffed!” one of them snappe

Rose stiffened when she saw Aaron at the party. But there was no way she could explain why she was with Matteo—not now.Her thoughts drifted back to what had happened earlier…Since Romilda had run away, Rose was forced to sign the divorce papers in her place. It felt like deception to Rose as well, but there was no other choice.“Then what about the party? Should we call it off?” Nicole looked anxious. “The guests don’t know anything. We can’t just throw them out.”“Just cancel it,” Anais waved her hand dismissively. “This damn party only strengthens Romilda’s position. She never wanted a divorce anyway. But ha—she finally got what she deserved!”“We can’t do that, Mom,” Letty took a deep breath. “Our family name will become a joke.”If news spread that Romilda had asked for a divorce—on their first wedding anniversary, no less—it would be complete chaos. The Cavanaugh family’s reputation would be dragged through the mud.The divorce had to be done quietly, without anyone knowing. If

Romilda stood on the edge of a dark road, far from the Cavanaughs’ elite neighborhood. Her breath came fast and shallow, like a hunted animal.The phone in her hand was slick with cold sweat. She had no cash left. Her credit cards were probably already blocked by Matteo. And Anais had surely sent the police or private investigators to hunt her down.Romilda had only one card left to play. She had no choice.Her finger pressed a contact. The line rang. Once. Twice. Three times.“Pick up, damn it,” Romilda hissed.“Hello?”The voice on the other end sounded heavy, raspy, and deeply annoyed. A woman who had just been woken up or had her quiet night interrupted.“Paris. It’s me. Romilda,” she said quickly, her eyes darting across the street, afraid a black car might suddenly stop to grab her.There was a brief silence. Then came a short, mocking laugh. “Romilda? You have the nerve to call this number after the mess you caused the Cavanaugh family? Nicole already told me everything.”“Shu