All Chapters of The Billionaire's Proxy Bride : Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

Once the doors of the limo swung open, the sight inside hit Lena like a physical blow.She barely had time to register the leather seats, the dim ambient lighting, the expensive stillness of the car before her stomach lurched violently. She doubled over, retching onto the pavement. Fish chips. Acid. Everything she’d eaten. Her body emptied itself in ugly, uncontrollable heaves, her hands braced weakly against the curb.No one rushed to help her.No one apologized.“C’mon,” Richard laughed lightly from inside the car, as if she were being dramatic over spilled wine. “We don’t have all night.”Lena wiped her mouth with the back of her trembling hand and lifted her head.That was when she really looked.Her vision swam, tears blurring the edges, but the shape was unmistakable. A woman sat inside the limo, spine straight, hands folded neatly in her lap. Her hair was darker than Lena remembered, styled simply, but the face—God.It was like looking into a distorted mirror. Same bone struct

LaterShe spotted Gideon across the ballroom, half-turned toward a small cluster of patrons, his posture relaxed again, smile carefully measured. They hadn’t spoken since his abrupt departure earlier, and the longer she watched him, the more she felt the window closing. This was it. If she waited any longer, he’d slip away again—into shadow, into control.She smoothed her dress, lifted her chin, and walked over.“Hello,” she said lightly, interrupting their conversation. “I hope I didn’t interrupt?”All three of them turned. Gideon’s eyes flicked to her face, lingering just a second too long before he masked it.“No, not at all,” one of the women said warmly. She looked to be in her mid-fifties, draped in an elegant champagne-colored gown that skimmed her frame effortlessly. The fabric shimmered subtly under the ballroom lights, paired with pearl earrings and a matching bracelet that suggested old money rather than ostentation. Her hair was swept into a neat chignon, silver threaded d

They were escorted back the same way they had been led out—except now the path felt narrower, louder, charged.Amara walked slightly ahead, shoulders squared, chin lifted, flanked by two officers whose presence was firm but respectful. Lena followed beside Damon, wrapped briefly in his arms when they crossed the threshold back into the auditorium, her body still trembling as if the cold from the abandoned yard had lodged itself in her bones.The doors opened.And the room erupted.The ruckus hit them like a physical force—voices overlapping, chairs scraping, the brittle sound of disbelief cracking through silk and crystal. It was the same elegant chaos they’d left behind, but transformed now into something raw and uncontained.Gasps rippled outward as they passed.“There’s two of them?”“Nonsense. How could there be two?”“Are they sisters?”“Twins.”The whispers weren’t whispers at all. They chased Amara’s back, clung to Lena’s silhouette, bounced off the chandeliers like echoes refu