All Chapters of The CEO’s Replacement Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aria’s POV The morning after the phone call left Liam very anxious, and everything was suspiciously normal. Everything felt strangely normal again, like the whole thing had just been a bad dream I imagined instead of something that actually happened. We spent most of the day lounging by the pool, eating way too much food, and doing absolutely nothing productive, which was exactly what a vacation should look like. Just stress-free, peaceful, and not having to worry about being kidnapped, followed, or threatened by a blonde supermodel bimbo with fake tits. “This is the life,” Liam said, sprawled out on a lounge chair, sunglasses pushed up on his head, a plate of fruit balanced perfectly on his stomach. “You’ve said that like what? Eleven times today?” Hailey pointed out, laughing. “Because it’s true every single time.” He grinned, leaning over to place a chaste kiss on her lips. “Mmhm how nice, this feels so nice. I’m so happy to be here.” “Also true, I’m happy I’m wit

Nathan’s POV I looked over at my wife who fast asleep. She looks so peaceful when she’s asleep, everyone had fallen into a deep sleep. Meaning I was the only one awake on this damn flight. I gently stroked Aria’s cheek, gaze dropping to her lips. The way she could be stubborn as hell and still somehow make me want to pull her closer instead of telling her to shut up. None of it made sense. Nothing ever made sense but with Aria it did. I don’t know what to call it, I don’t know what to call us. I should have been annoyed by half the shit she did. Instead, I was sitting here at some ridiculous hour, watching her sleep like a complete fool. She had no idea what she does to me, just the thought of her alone makes me excited, like I’m on drugs. High on something. High on her. High on Aria. She’s breathtaking, her sharp tongue and fierce personality make me so drawn to her. My attention shifted back to the two cuddled up together. Liam and Hailey. If anyo

Aria’s POV The second we stepped inside, Nathan was already reaching for his phone. I barely had time to take off my shoes before he was calling someone, his whole expression changing from the worried husband who had been holding me a second ago into the terrifyingly calm businessman I knew could make an entire room shut up with one look. “Get the security team to the house.” He paused, listening. “Now.” I stood there watching him, still trying to process the call myself. Alexa. Someone knew where Alexa was. Or at least they wanted me to believe they did. Nathan started walking toward the living room, already giving instructions before I could even ask what the hell he was doing. “I want the number traced, the call records pulled and every available camera around the estate checked.” I followed him. “Nathan.” He held up one finger, telling me to wait. “I don’t care how old the number is or whether it was masked, I need you to find out where the call came from.” He ende

Aria’s POV The first real lead came less than an hour after Nathan called his security team. I was sitting on the couch with Hailey beside me, staring at my phone, completely lost in thought when Nathan came into the room with his phone pressed against his ear. I sat up immediately, panic surging through my veins. “What?” He held up a finger, telling me to wait. That annoyed me, obviously, because apparently everyone in this house had decided I needed to be patient while my sister was potentially alive somewhere and some psycho was calling me about her. Patient? Fuck patience. Nathan listened for a few more seconds before saying, “Send it to me now.” He ended the call and looked at me. “We got something.” My heart jumped so hard in my chest I had to steady myself. The anticipation and anxiety were killing me. I wanted answers and I wanted them now! “What did you get?” “A partial location.” I stared at him. “Of the number?” “Yes.” Hailey stood too, her eyes immediate

Nathan’s POV By the time we got home that afternoon after i took her on a drive to clear her head, Aria was already half asleep. She kept denying the fact she was tired like the stubborn woman she is. According to her, she was perfectly fine and had absolutely no idea why I kept looking at her like I didn’t believe her. She’d said the same thing in the car when I told her she looked exhausted, then spent the next ten minutes staring out the window without saying a word. Now she was stretched across the couch, completely knocked out. I stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her. So much for I’m not tired. She had one leg tucked underneath her, her hair all over the place and the blanket she’d pulled over herself already halfway onto the floor. Her phone was sitting beside her, forgotten. I walked over and picked up the blanket, pulling it back over her. She moved a little but didn’t wake up. “Stubborn woman,” I muttered. I sat down in the chair opposite her, watchi