All Chapters of Fake Bride of the Ruthless Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“What? I have to replace Kimberly?” Kimmy widened her eyes at her father, Roy Chandra, staring in disbelief. Roy’s face looked tense. “Yes! Kimberly ran away. The wedding cannot be canceled.” Kimmy stood frozen. Her hands trembled. “So this is the reason why Mama and Papa forcibly brought me back from the village? Just to make me a replacement? To marry a fifty-five-year-old man who could be my father? Hah! No wonder Kimberly ran away.” Kania, her mother, tried to calm her. “Kimmy, you must be an obedient daughter. This is for the Chandra family.” Kimmy gave a bitter smile. “After you abandoned me in the village, do Mama and Papa still consider me part of the Chandra family? Did you forget? Since I was a child, I was always sickly. Out of shame, you exiled me to the village. For fifteen years, I lived away from the Chandra family, as if I never existed. And now you suddenly consider me part of this family only because Kimberly ran away? How ridiculous!” Roy slammed the table. “

Sunlight pierced the silk curtains, warming the spacious room. Kimmy was still asleep beneath the thick blanket when the sound of the door opening came all at once.“Good morning, Young Madam!” a dozen servants entered in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized.Kimmy woke up instantly; she was truly startled. “What is happening?” She sat up with her hair still messy, eyes widening at the many people in her room.Several servants carried large boxes, some held racks of clothing, and others displayed jewelry, shoes, and bags on a long table.“Young Madam, these are wedding gifts from the Young Master,” one female servant said with a polite smile.Kimmy looked at them, confused. “Gifts? What are all of these for?”Another servant answered, “We are only following orders, Young Madam Kimberly.”Kimmy panicked even more. She glanced at all the luxurious items. Designer dresses, glittering necklaces, bags she had only ever seen in magazines. Everything felt too foreign to her.“Clothes,

Grayson slowly loosened his embrace. Kimmy immediately drew a relieved breath though her heart was still pounding wildly. But before she could step away, Grayson bent down and gently kissed the crown of her head. The touch made Kimmy tense again.“Come on,” Grayson said calmly, as if nothing had just happened.Kimmy blinked in confusion. “Where to?”“The boardroom. There are things they need to know.” Grayson stood, then took her hand without giving her a chance to refuse.Kimmy bowed her head in resignation, letting her hand be led. Inside, she was still wrapped in discomfort. Every movement Grayson made felt so dominating, as if she were merely a puppet to be directed at his whim.As soon as the large boardroom door opened, silence fell instantly. Rows of men and women in neat suits were already seated around the long table. All eyes immediately turned to Grayson and to Kimmy walking beside him.“Good morning, Young Master and Young Madam Blackwood,” the directors greeted in unison

At seven in the evening, the Blackwood mansion felt calm. The crystal lights in the main hall glowed softly, casting a warm light. Grayson had just returned from the office.As he passed through the living room, he saw two maids tidying up the table. “Where is Madam?” Grayson asked, his voice calm yet firm.One of the female maids bowed politely. “Madam has not left her room since noon, Sir. She only asked for her dinner to be delivered there.”Grayson’s brow furrowed slightly. Without another word, he immediately went upstairs to the second floor. The master bedroom door was slightly ajar, a dim light spilling from inside.When he pushed the door open, the sight that greeted him slowed his steps. He saw Kimberly sitting on the edge of the bed, her body slightly hunched, her gaze empty on the floor. Her face was pale, clearly lost in her own thoughts.Grayson stood for a few seconds, observing his wife. Something strange stirred in his chest when he saw Kimmy looking frightened, as if

Three in the morning. The Blackwood mansion was silent, only the ticking of the wall clock faintly heard.The main door opened softly. Grayson entered with unsteady steps, the strong scent of alcohol still clinging to his body. Arthur and two guards helped him into the living room, then bowed.“Young Master, we’ve arrived,” Arthur said cautiously.Grayson only gave a brief nod. “Go. I can manage.”Arthur hesitated for a moment, but eventually obeyed. “Yes, Young Master.” He stepped out, leaving Grayson alone.Grayson walked up the stairs toward the master bedroom. He pushed the door open slowly, the creak of the hinges making the figure on the bed stir.Kimmy half-opened her eyes, glancing briefly. Her hair was messy, her face still drowsy.“Just got back?” she asked shortly in a hoarse voice, then sat up for a moment.Grayson stood at the door, his shirt wrinkled, tie undone, and on his chest and collar, bright red lipstick stains were clearly visible. His eyes locked sharply on Kimm