All Chapters of The Substitute Twin Bride: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Alec’s footsteps were quiet, even though he was moving quickly. He walked down the corridor toward the doctors’ practice area and stopped at the nurse’s station. The nurse on duty looked up and stood, giving him a polite nod.“Hello, what can I do for you…?” The nurse glanced at the tag Alec was wearing. “Dr. Alec?”“I’m here to see a colleague of mine, Dr. Elise Barn. We have an appointment.”The nurse nodded and stepped out from behind the station, guiding Alec to Dr. Elise’s office. Inside, Elise was sitting behind her desk, focused on her computer screen.“Alec,” Elise greeted as she stood and extended her hand.Alec shook her hand and sat down. A sense of relief settled in his chest. At least he knew one of the doctors at this hospital. That meant Alec might be able to get some information, though he’d have to be careful about how he asked.They started talking casually, at first about technical medical topics. Eventually, Elise began discussing one of her upcoming cases.“She ha

The sound of Aaron’s cane tapped against the floor of the café corridor where he had arranged to meet Paris. After Rose told him everything, Aaron immediately contacted Paris, and that afternoon they met. Aaron was escorted to a private room, where Paris was already waiting.Paris stood and smiled, giving a small nod.“Hi, Aaron.”Aaron returned the greeting with a brief nod before sitting across from her. A moment later, a server brought the food Paris had already ordered.“I ordered your favorite coffee. Hope that’s okay,” Paris said. “Wouldn’t want Rose thinking anything strange about us.”“No. She even knows we’re meeting.”“Oh…” For a brief moment, worry crossed Paris’s face. She let out a soft laugh. “Well, that’s good then.”Aaron took a small sip of the coffee, just out of politeness. Then he cleared his throat slightly, signaling he didn’t want to waste any time. Despite the doubt lingering in his mind, he had to ask. Was Paris really connected to Romilda? And if so, why?“Th

Aaron leaned against the daybed. It had been over an hour, yet he hadn’t moved. His eyes were red, his face swollen, and in the silence of the room, his emotions spilled out in quiet sobs. His breathing was still heavy, but the adrenaline of his anger had begun to fade.The bedroom door opened without a knock. Suzannah walked in, her expression confused and worried. When she saw Aaron looking completely devastated, she approached and sat beside him.“What mistake did Rose make?” Suzannah asked.Aaron didn’t look at her. “She’s gone. That’s what matters.”“You kicked her out?”“Yes. She deserved it.” Aaron took a sharp breath. “She betrayed me. She had an affair with Matteo Cavanaugh.”Suzannah fell silent for a moment. Her expression darkened slightly. Something about the situation didn’t sit right with her. But before she could speak, Aaron continued.“Paris showed me the photo of them together. Rose admitted it. She even said she accidentally slept with Matteo,” Aaron scoffed bitte

In the temporary holding cell, Rose sat on a cold metal bench, hugging her knees to her chest. She had nothing left. Her bag had been confiscated, along with her ID. The silence in the room felt suffocating.And her identity answered everything—she was a fraud in Viviana’s eyes. Rose couldn’t deny it or defend herself. Now all she could do was wait until the case was handed over to the prosecutor.Rose was certain that all this time, Romilda had been using her name to create fake identities. Now, how could she possibly defend herself while every accusation pointed straight at her?A police officer approached and stopped in front of the bars. He stared at her with a sour expression.“Miss, you get one phone call,” he said. “My advice—call your lawyer.”Rose froze. She didn’t have a lawyer. She didn’t even know who she could call.Aaron? Of course, he would refuse. Aaron wouldn’t want anything to do with her anymore. Matteo? No. Rose had already promised herself she would never get invo

Carefully, Romilda stood in front of the large mirror, her slender fingers tracing the skin of her new face. After weeks of hiding in Paris’s penthouse, the moment had finally arrived. Ever since the bandages were removed yesterday, Romilda had spent nearly all her time staring at her reflection.The face staring back at her was no longer Romilda Baxter, nor Roseanne, Rose, her twin sister.Her nose was now sharper with a slightly lifted tip. Her jawline was slimmer and more defined. Her eyes had been reshaped into foxy eyes, with filler in her lips and cheeks. The entire structure of her face had changed dramatically, even her hair.Romilda looked breathtaking—sensual, seductive, and completely unfamiliar.“Perfect.” A slow smile curled across her lips as she turned her face slowly from left to right. “Goodbye, cursed twin face. And hello… Helena.”A loud, deliberate throat-clearing came from the doorway. Paris stood there, tapping her foot impatiently, her expression a mix of disgus