บททั้งหมดของ The Heir’s Impostor Bride: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

No Way Out Isla POVThe applause kept going around the table. People stood up to congratulate Elias. Several turned to me with big smiles.“Wonderful news for the family,” one shareholder said, shaking my hand firmly. “This will restore a lot of confidence in the company.”I forced a smile. “Thank you.”Another executive patted Elias on the back. “About time we had some good news around here.”I smiled until my cheeks hurt. Another handshake. Another pat on my shoulder. Another reminder that everyone believed this wedding was real.Cassian didn’t say a word. He quietly gathered his documents, stood up, and walked out of the boardroom without looking at anyone.Our eyes met for half a second before he left. Neither of us spoke. He just walked away.I watched the door close behind him.Vivienne caught my eye across the table while hugging Elias. She gave me one small nod. Her lips formed two quiet words. “Good girl.”I looked away.————————————————————————————-The meeting ended. I le

The Announcement Isla POV I jerked awake, heart racing, the signed contract still burning in my mind. Naomi’s empty hospital bed kept flashing behind my eyes. Vivienne’s calm face. Elias squeezing my hand like this was all real. A soft knock broke the silence. “Miss Celeste?” Lila’s voice came gently through the door. “I brought your breakfast. May I come in?” I swung my legs over the side of the bed and pulled on a robe. “Yeah, come in.” She entered carrying a tray with fresh fruit, perfectly cooked eggs, and coffee that smelled expensive. Her eyes flicked to my face, reading the exhaustion I couldn’t hide. “You didn’t sleep again.” “Not much.” I took the tray and set it on the small table by the window. “Mrs. Hargrove has prepared this for you.” She pulled out a neat list. “What is this?” I asked, glancing through the list. “Your arrangements for today. Mrs. Hargrove wants you in her private study at ten for a briefing. Media coaching after that, then the wedding planne

A familiar Face Isla POVI dropped onto the edge of the bed, exhausted, staring at the mountain of wedding samples scattered across the room. As the wedding drew closer, every single day had turned into the same exhausting cycle. Dress fittings in the morning. Photographers pulling me aside for “candid” interviews. Etiquette lessons where they corrected how I held a teacup or smiled for the cameras. Choosing invitations. Jewelry appointments. Learning the entire Hargrove family's public image as if it were my own history.I rubbed my temples. “I can’t keep doing this.”The door opened without a knock. Vivienne stepped in, tablet in hand, reviewing the schedule like a general preparing for battle.“Today’s last task,” she said, not wasting time on greetings. “You need to collect the final wedding jewelry from the boutique. The pieces have been specially prepared and customized.”I stood up slowly. “Alone?”“Unfortunately, I’ve been called into an emergency board meeting.” She checke

Fragments Elias POVThe media room was packed. Bright lights flashed nonstop from every angle. Reporters lined up with microphones ready while publicists hovered nearby, making sure everything stayed on script. Security stood at the doors, and a small group of important investors watched from the back row. Luxury flower arrangements and Hargrove branding filled every corner of the space.I stood beside Celeste with my hand resting lightly on her lower back. She looked perfect, calm, graceful, smiling at exactly the right moments. From the outside, we must have looked like the perfect couple everyone wanted to see. A journalist stepped closer. “Mr. Hargrove, after everything you’ve been through, how does it feel to be back with your fiancée and planning a wedding?”I smiled warmly. “It feels like I’m finally home. Celeste has been my anchor through the hardest part of my recovery. I’m grateful every single day that she’s here with me.” Another reporter turned to her. “Miss Voss, can

The BrideIsla POVThe entire Hargrove estate was alive before sunrise. I could already hear footsteps rushing through the hallways, doors opening and closing, voices giving instructions. From my window, I saw musicians rehearsing softly near the wedding arch, and security teams checking every entrance. Luxury cars were already arriving, their tires crunching on the gravel drive.Lila entered my room carrying a light breakfast tray. She gave me a gentle smile. “Today is the day, Miss Celeste. The stylists and makeup artists will be here soon. Try to eat something. It’s going to be a long one.”I nodded and forced myself to take a few bites. My stomach felt tight. This was really happening.Soon the room filled with people. Hairstylists, makeup artists, assistants, and stylists moved around me like I was the center of the universe. They treated me like the future Mrs. Hargrove… with respect, excitement, and careful attention. Someone adjusted the veil. Another pinned the final details