All Chapters of The Substitute Twin Bride: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The rain, which had started as a drizzle, turned into a full storm in less than an hour. The drive became tense for both Rose and Matteo. Still, Matteo kept trying to focus, even though his vision was blurred by the heavy downpour.“Damn it,” Matteo muttered, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “We need to pull over, Rose. There’s no way we can keep going. The wind and rain are too strong.”Rose, sitting stiffly in the passenger seat, turned toward him. “Whatever you think is best.”They were still two hours away from their destination, but it was impossible to push through. Luckily, they were entering a small town, eerily quiet, almost like a ghost town. Cars were parked along the roadside, people sheltering from the storm.Matteo narrowed his eyes, searching for a place to take cover. Then he spotted a flickering neon sign by the road. The Oak Inn.Without hesitation, he turned sharply into the parking lot. The old motel was already packed with cars. Apparently, many others had bee

Matteo’s question hung in the air, making Rose’s body tremble, and her face grow even paler. Her defenses collapsed. She could no longer hide behind professionalism or the role of a loyal fiancée.The tears she had been holding back finally broke into loud sobs. Her shoulders shook violently, her emotions tangling into something uncontrollable.“You don’t understand, Matteo,” Rose cried, her voice cracking. “You don’t know how terrified I was back then. I was carrying the child of a man who was supposed to be my brother-in-law.”Matteo didn’t answer. He simply stood there, staring at the broken woman in front of him.The pain in his chest matched hers. Slowly, he moved closer and knelt beside the bed. His warm hand reached up to her cheek, gently wiping away the tears.“At that time… did you love me? Or was that part of the act too?” Matteo whispered.Rose turned to him, her

Aaron squinted as pale sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains. He drew in a sharp breath, suppressing a groan when his casted leg shifted awkwardly on the bed. Anxiety had woken him early. He wanted to get up immediately.“She’s not here,” he muttered, remembering his last conversation with Rose.But that wasn’t what unsettled him most. He hadn’t heard from Rose all night. The first thing he did, as he had several times during the night, was reach for the phone on his nightstand.9:03 a.m.No messages.Even the ones he had sent hadn’t gone through.“God, Rose… where are you?” he murmured under his breath.His worry deepened. He slowly pushed himself upright and sat on the edge of the bed, phone still in his hand.“Oh, God,” he whispered.Carefully, he stood with the help of his cane and made his way to the bathroom. After washing up, he left his room and headed t

Paris’s eyes landed on Romilda lounging on the penthouse couch, casually watching TV. Empty glasses and snack wrappers were scattered across the coffee table. Irritated, Paris deliberately stomped her heels, making the sound echo through the room.Romilda heard it loud and clear. She just didn’t care.Paris scoffed and threw her designer bag worth thousands of dollars onto the couch as if it were trash.“You’re just sitting here relaxing while I’ve been working my ass off!” Paris snapped, glaring at her.Romilda only gave her a lazy glance, as if whatever Paris had done wasn’t worth acknowledging. As if it had been Paris’s obligation all along.“That Aaron…” Paris ground her teeth and dropped onto the couch, rubbing her temples. “You’ve made my life even harder, Romilda. I don’t want problems with Aaron.”Romilda lifted one leg onto the couch, a smug smile playing on her lips. She truly had no shame.“So? Did it work?” Romilda asked.“I don’t know!” Paris shot back. “I showed him the

The drive out of the small town was slow, the rain still pouring heavily on the road. Inside the car, only the soft flow of classical music filled the space. Matteo and Rose didn’t say a word to each other.And the silence felt suffocating.Rose sat stiffly in the passenger seat, watching raindrops slide down the window. Uneasiness crept through her as the hours passed with Matteo beside her. Breathing in his masculine scent, watching the relaxed way his fingers held the steering wheel—it was torture.Those same fingers had touched her, had carried her to the height of pleasure just a few days ago. The memory made goosebumps rise along Rose’s skin. If she didn’t cling to logic, she could fall back into Matteo’s arms again. She would forget her promise to Aaron.“You can sleep if you want,” Matteo said finally, breaking the silence once they entered a quieter stretch of highway. “We’ve still got a long way to go.”“I’m not sleepy,” Rose lied.“You look tense,” Matteo said, glancing at