All Chapters of Substitute Wife For The Cold-Hearted Prince: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Emily’s POV“This is Wales news. I am Clarion Johnson. First, we begin with sports. Information reaching us has it that the famous British hockey player Imelda Peterson has gone into a coma after a heinous headbutt injury in the field while playing for the British Tournament. Regrettably, this is happening at the wrong time, when the Hockey player, has just one week to be the lawfully wedded wife to Prince Reuben of the Wales Royalty…”I snorted after turning off the television , just to avert more tears from trickling down my cheeks. I had never been so devastated in my life. The world seemed to have paused and I couldn’t feel my pulses anymore. A part of me had been crippled and my rain drops had turned to blood streams.Ill fate had befallen Imelda Peterson. The talk was making the round and it became more than news because she was supposed to be the wife of Prince Reuben in a week’s time.When I turned around, I saw my mother, Susan Peterson, standing in the door with folded arms

Emily’s POV“Emily you have been chosen as the substitute wife for Prince Reuben,”Those words of my uncle still hung in my heart as I stared at my twin sister, still unconscious under the oxygen mask.That same hour Uncle Charles had revealed it to me; my mom held me by the arm and led me to our lobby where she unveiled everything to me in detail.Queen Theresa had always loved Imelda and didn’t want to lose such a talented, intelligent beautiful hockey player for a sister-in-law. Her love for hockey had invested so much in this rare admiration that she started fanning Imelda even before Prince Reuben dated her.“Since the coma is going to last for one week,” mom said to me, her face peeled with tears, and a longing in her eyes that made me think I was the only savior for Imelda’s marriage. “Queen Theresa believes your sister should wake up and take over from you. She doesn’t want the marriage to be annulled. That is why we want you to substitute for Imelda.”“Substitute bride?” I re

Emily’s POVThe dawn of the day struck me with the light of reality and waking up under the royal roof of the Wales made me long for the appearance of my twin sister sooner than expected.I could still recall Imelda telling me after her successful career in hockey, she would want to be a dutiful royal wife to the prince. She had craved royalty and she was bent on getting it but ill fate said otherwise.Her sizable picture was always at the edge of my bed and keeping her marriage was the only sacrifice I owed a twin sister that had given me her all, yes her all in ramifications.This morning as I dressed up for work , the scar on the right side of my stomach replayed that moment Imelda held my face in the hospital bed and told me, “I will donate one of my kidneys to you. We don’t need to search any further for an eligible donor.”Although I fought back tears and dared to fit into this marriage, my eyes reddened with shades of anticipation for Imelda s’ redemption from that coma. I did

Only an obsessive soul could explain why I often wake up to behold hot aromatic breakfast smiling at me by the bed side. For the past few weeks, it has recurred. Prince Reuben was fond of preparing my breakfast and serving me in bed.This morning a knock on my door woke me up and when I answered, there he was standing and glistening with a contagious smile. Most times, I wondered if those smiles ever left his face, or it was just because of me.Several times I had told myself he was ugly just to repel him but truth be told Prince Reuben was a cute young man to behold; his long nose and sizable lips were perfectly created in tandem with his green brooding eyes. I knew he must have pulled girls with those eyes features.Although he had the features any girl could crave in men, it wasn’t my problem because my boyfriend had better features.David was my obsession. I really loved David.“I didn’t want to disturb your sleep to ask you what you would love for breakfast,” That was the voice o

Mom left before I did. Already I had received tons of messages a from Prince Reuben, most of which bordered on my location and whether I was going to return to the palace.I didn’t return his message because already I was furious with him. I wondered why he would treat Imelda like a total stranger.I spent a couple of minutes to reflect on my strategy in this marriage and after reminding Imelda of my promised of keeping her marriage clean, I decided to leave for the palace.About stepping out of the ward I almost bumped into a young tall huge man. He was in the British hockey Jersey. His hair was ponytailed and greasily-pressed. The resemblance struck in my head. Imelda had told me so much about him.. He was Samson Rowland, the active coach to Imelda.One thing that struck my mind when I saw this magnificent man was that Imelda had told me on several occasions , he asked her out and even a week to her accident he had proposed to her in the dress room.Looking at Samson, with his crims