All Chapters of The Substitute Bride Of The Blackwood : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

POV: Sebastian The boardroom doors were still wide open, but I might as well have been locked out. I sat in the heavy leather chair by the glass wall and watched the room fall apart. A few minutes ago, it was dead quiet in here. Fifteen guys were ready to hand me the keys to the company. Now, it sounded like a crowded bar at happy hour. The directors were up out of their seats, grabbing their bags, talking over each other, and laughing like they had just dodged a bullet. They were all crowding around her. I watched Whitfield lean over the table. The guy had literally promised me his vote over a thousand-dollar bottle of scotch just a few days ago. Now, he had this sickening, fake smile glued to his face. He was practically bowing to Charlotte. He was congratulating her, talking about her dead parents like he actually cared about them. Chen and Holloway were right behind him, nodding along, desperate to make sure the new boss liked them. It made me want to throw up. Th

POV: SebastianThe silence between us in that crowded, noisy coffee shop felt heavier than the silence in the boardroom had.Around us, people were shouting orders across the counter, paper cups were being slammed into plastic holders, and a group of college students at the next table were laughing about some stupid joke. None of them knew. None of them had any idea that the world they were standing in had just been completely rewritten twenty blocks away.I stared across the small, sticky laminate table at Victoria.Her face was completely bloodless. Her jaw was slack, and her eyes were fixed on me with a blank, uncomprehending stare. She looked like she had just been struck across the face in slow motion. The reality of what I had told her,that Charlotte wasn’t just her quiet, ordinary sister, but the biological heir to a founding dynasty holding twenty-two percent of the empire,was still violently colliding with every single assum

POV: CharlotteThe days following the boardroom showdown felt like watching a storm clear out in fast motion.By Tuesday morning, the frantic panic that had gripped the Blackwood Tower for months was completely gone. The financial markets opened, and our legal team filed the preliminary trust integration documents without a single hiccup. Whitfield, sensing which way the wind was blowing with terrifying speed, released a public statement reaffirming the board’s absolute confidence in Damien’s continued leadership and highlighting the exciting future of the company’s bloodline. Chen and Holloway followed suit before noon, ensuring their names were at the front of the line to pledge loyalty to the new status quo.Sebastian’s name was conspicuously absent from every memo, every press release, and every corner of the building. It was as if he had never existed at all. The men who had spent weeks drinking his scotch and nodding along with his coup p

POV: EthanI did not think of myself as a bad man.Bad men did things out of pure hate. They acted out of wild, messy greed that usually ended up destroying their own lives. I was never wild or messy. I was the exact opposite of that. I was the quiet, hard-working person who kept the whole Blackwood business from falling apart. The company was too big, and I carried it. Now, I was simply sitting in this heavy leather chair, waiting to get the money and power that I truly deserved.Looking up from the business paper resting on my knees, I watched Damien Blackwood across the heavy wooden desk. His bright blue eyes read a long list of numbers with that cold, fast skill everyone always praised him for. The room was completely quiet. We had been working at this for hours. I had spent years of my life working very closely with Damien. I did the hardest work while he stood at the very top and looked like a king that nobody could touch.

POV: CharlotteI did not find Dr. Keller in his office. I found him standing outside Damien’s suite in the sterile white hallway, his clipboard pressed against his chest like a shield. When he saw me walking toward him with my face set and my eyes dry, he stepped forward to block the door.“Mrs. Blackwood,” he said softly, his voice low and tired. “You should be inside resting.”“I am done resting,” I told him, every word measured and cold. “He was talking about a replacement wedding, Keller. He was talking about dying as if it is a schedule he needs to manage. I want to know what is actually happening in those labs.”Keller looked down at the floor for a long moment before he met my eyes. The professional mask he usually wore slipped, revealing a quiet, deeply unsettled man.“I cannot explain it,” Keller admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “His bloodwork is irregular. Some markers change by the hour while others s