Semua Bab The Billionaire's Substitute Bride : Bab 51 - Bab 60

SOPHIA Mounting Suspicions.I walked around the mansion, taking the path that led to the garden, when I finally saw Sara, my sister. She was staring at the flowers so keenly, an amazed expression on her face.She looked so much like my sister, and yet there was a slight difference; I remembered Isabella's suspicion and then tossed it aside as quickly as it came.My sister was lost, and I had found her, and that was all that mattered.“Sara,” I called, and she turned immediately, which surprised me.Something in her gaze shifted but before I could place it, she smiled brightly.“I practiced hard with the name that you gave,”“It's not a name that I'd given Sara; it's yours, okay? Sara Williams.” I said with a smile and she chuckled.“I'm going to find any possible way to make you get your memories back, everything,” I told her and she smiled at me.“I guess I had a caring younger sister,” she said and I nodded.“I'm still your sister,” I said, and he gave me a hug, which both surpris

SOPHIA Sara's smile.I'd have gotten home early if I waited till Sara was done with her escalade before I left. Waiting, I watched her silently.Would she tell me it wasn't just a coincidence?That Mike had never seen her before and they had just been together for the first time. I could hear the rhythm of my heart beating loudly in my chest and I couldn't ignore it.When I'd showered I walked calmly to her room and knocked on it.She opened it just then.“Hey…” I said, unsure where to start.She peered at me silently. A smile on her face, like she was happy to see me, I hope she was.“How was the gala?” I asked and her eyes shined with excitement.“I've never seen so many people before.” She said and I smiled.Her excitement seemed genuine but I couldn't quite place it.“Where were you? I searched around for a while.” I said, and I could see something shift on her smile, or maybe it was all in my head; I honestly couldn't tell at this time.“Oh, you left first, so I went in search o

SOPHIA Cold sheets.The room was too quiet.Sunlight spilled through the curtains like it didn’t care about the mess inside. I rolled over, groggy and bare, the sheets twisted around my thighs. My hand reached for him before my mind even registered what I was doing.Empty.Just cold sheets and a dent where he should’ve been.I sat up slowly, chest tight. The air felt wrong. Still. Like the calm before something awful. I looked around the room. His cologne had already started to fade from the pillow beside mine.Gone again.I pulled the sheets to my chest and stared at the wall. I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel anymore. Anger? Hurt? Loneliness? None of it was new. He did this. He always did this.But last night—last night had been different.He didn’t just use me. He stayed. It touched me as I mattered. Kissed me like he didn’t want to leave. We had sex three times... no, maybe more, the kind where we barely spoke and just reached for each other like we were the only ones l

SOPHIA Denial.I couldn't look at him. I couldn't even think about him without feeling my stomach twist into something ugly.Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his voice."I love you."Those words... they were supposed to be impossible. Not from him. Not from Ricci Russo.But he said it. And now I couldn't unhear it, couldn't pretend he didn't. Couldn't pretend it didn't make something in me ache in a way it shouldn't.I should have felt victorious, maybe. Like I won. That I got close enough to make the king fall.But all I felt was guilt.I knew things about him now. Real things.The boy under all that violence. The man who still woke up in the middle of the night, sweating and angry and lost. The man who held me like I wasn't poisonous.And now I didn't know how to face him. Not after what I planned to do. Not after what I still might do.I kept pretending I was just tired. That I was laying low for a few days to clear my head. But it was more than that.It was a shame. It was fe

SOPHIA Your love and pain.I left the house before anyone could ask questions. I didn’t want breakfast. I didn’t want small talk. I didn’t even want to breathe in the same air as Sara.I knew I was being paranoid, but I couldn't forsake the feeling; it was what made me an investigative journalist.She knew about the kidnapping. Knew too much. Ricci hadn’t even told anyone. He barely told me. So how the hell did she know?I kept walking down the quiet street, blending with the breeze, letting my mind scream instead of my mouth.What else was she hiding?Did she ever lose her memory?I stopped by the corner and stared at nothing. It was raining a little, light drops falling from a sky that couldn’t make up its mind. I wanted to cry, but the tears didn’t come. They just pressed behind my eyes like they were waiting for permission.I shouldn’t be doing this. Investigating the one person who said he loved me. Going behind his back. Picking through his past like it was trash.But something