The Billionaire's Substitute Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

RICCI Windows of Regret.I stared blankly at the bar counter, the memories of what just happened dazzling and replaying in my head. I held onto the wine bottle and drowned quite a gulp of it. I had forced myself on her, and that truth glared at me plainly not taking its eyes off me.The manner she refused was almost polite, but I got confused by lustful desire and would not even ask why she refused. From where I scooped her off her feet, and she fought back, I ought to give up, but no, I did the wrong. Throwing her to the bed and forcing my way on her was a terrifying horror that lingered in my head even two hours after what happened.“You shouldn't have done that,”No attention. I tried to focus on work worked out since all I heard were screams that carried tears as it broke even up to muffles and then silence, and it broke me to see her that way.Guilt tripped me, and as if that was not enough, the reckless shadow from one of my underground works hit me hard again to the core.I ha

RICCI Uncovered.I stood at the entrance of the meeting, looking down at the long array of seats. In an executive meeting, they had called it, multi-billionaires would all be gathered here, people who had their own darkness stored up on the inside.And maybe I did or I didn't belong. I walked slowly and went to take a seat, waiting for the conference to begin.I'd stayed up all night and I was so damn sure I looked like it.Sophia's words still haunted me.You're a dead man Ricci.Shudders I don't feel in my very all-powerful life have crept into my spine just at the thought of her.Damn the nights I'd spend in her arms, they were making me go crazy.Just as I was about to switch on my phone, the speaker blared.“A high-tech tracker has been detected around this radius; please, we urge everyone to wait till the search is over.” I heard, and there was a murmur among the people seated there.Of course, this was some kind of top-tier meeting that meant top-tier security; who was foolis

RICCI Haunted by your essence.I stirred as the scene flashed before my eyes. Sophia was yelling, she had tears in her eyes, and I was on my knees begging; she pushed me to the ground, and a very large sword appeared in her hand, and a wild, cynical grin spread across her face.“You're a dead man Ricci.” Just as she was about to chop my head off, I was jerked back to reality; I shivered as cold sweat covered me.“Argh…” I groaned as light flashed through my eyes, sending sparks of pain into my nerves.My body felt sore everywhere; I lay very still, fearing to move. Maybe the pain would be too unbearable if I did anything.I closed my eyes briefly, nobody hates being sick like I did. No one.It made me have dreams and nightmares on a cold night. My mother has disappeared, run away? Or kidnapped.Maybe she had had enough of my father's cruelty, maybe she had even wanted what happened to her.I sighed as I remembered that her face was slowly fading away, slowly contributing to that of a

SOPHIA Words without numbers.My sister was in front of me. She was alive!Body, soul. Flesh and blood!I couldn't help but wonder if I was dreaming or if this was real.I wanted to hold her, but I didn't want to scare her; I'd just calmed her down with pictures of both of us from when we were kids till now.She was looking around like someone ready to jump at the slightest noise.I stared into her eyes. I wanted her to see me.To see me.“Sara,” I called; she didn't look at me; she had no idea if her name was that.“Sara.” I tried again and she looked at me. Not because she recognized the name but because I waved my hand at her face.“Where have you been sleeping all these while?” I asked I could feel my voice breaking, and I took in a deep breath to steady myself.I was afraid that if I even broke down now, she might end up crying with me.Sara has always been laid back, unlike me. She was graceful and slender. Like a model.But now..now she just looks like someone who was broken.

SOPHIA I hope I mean well.Two days had passed and Ricci wasn't showing any sign of recovery. I couldn't deny it took a heavy toll on me.This wasn't what ruining him would feel like. It couldn't feel like this because I had been exhausted out of my brain.I had to say, I couldn't trust the maids with him; his nightmares kept recurring, and I was worried he would do something stupid.Right now I was up the stairs to his room, a tray of herbal tea in my hand.He had, of course,, emptied his bowel,s, and I knew I needed to call the doctor again.Was he terminally ill or something?I moved to his bedroom; Ricci would be lying in bed, seeking me with his eyes if he wasn't asleep.He sat up a little when I went to him, which was a good change. I moved towards him and dropped the tray on the bed stool.“How are you feeling?” I asked.“Better, now that you are here.”I wanted to hate this man. He had some guts to think I'd take care of him.Was he so entitled? I'd caught him in bed twice wi