Alle Kapitel von The Reclusive CEO’s Substitute Bride: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 63

Elena’s POVThe next morning, the mansion is unnervingly quiet. The silence feels unnatural, heavy, as though the walls themselves are holding their breath. I sit inside the formal dining room, dressed in one of Alyssa’s bright silk gowns, but the food on my plate remains untouched. The steam from the eggs curls upward and fades into nothing, just like my appetite. My fork lies abandoned beside the porcelain dish, my hands folded tightly in my lap.My mind is stuck on his warning from the greenhouse last night. His voice had been low, sharp, and final — a blade pressed against my throat. I barely slept, and now every tick of the grandfather clock in the hall feels like a countdown.The heavy double doors creak open.Alexander steps inside. He does not sit. He does not greet me. He moves with the quiet authority of a predator, his long strides carrying him across the polished floor. His matte‑black shield mask is locked securely over his features, hiding everything except the raw tensi

Elena’s POV“Alexander, please!” I beg, taking a desperate step toward him. My voice cracks, raw from sobs. But he turns his back to me completely, his massive frame rigid, his coat sweeping as he pivots away.“Harris!” Alexander barks, his voice booming across the grand foyer.The elderly butler steps inside the room, his old face pale and full of deep, silent sorrow. His eyes flicker toward me, soft with sympathy, before bowing his head toward his master.“Lock her inside the West Wing suite immediately,” Alexander orders flatly, his tone dropping to a freezing low. “Disconnect her mobile phone lines, deactivate her security network access, and post two armed guards outside her doors. She does not step a single foot out of her room until my investigators verify every line of this fraud.”The words strike me like a death sentence.“Yes, Mr. Sterling,” Harris murmurs softly. His voice trembles, but his obedience is absolute.I shake my head violently, my tears spilling over. “No! Plea