All Chapters of Substitute Wife For The Cold-Hearted Prince: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Normally, I didn’t often get a call from Uncle Charles and whenever it happened then it must be a matter of the heart. Uncle Charles was my late father’s elder brother, and he was the only sibling he had. I had seen Uncle Charles in all stages of my childhood and I could remember our mother often singing it to us as a lullaby, that he was the best uncle we would ever have.He had always stuck around us and gave us the best support we could get from an uncle. Most times, as a kid, due to his familiarity with us, I had thought, he was marrying our mother. But Uncle Charles wasn’t open to such. He was a nice man to the sole of his feet and he was never creepy whenever he came around us.But the fact still remained that I was Uncle Charles favorite; I had noticed it, I had perceived it and it was very draining that he loved me more than Imelda. I couldn’t recall how many times he invited Imelda over to his house for dinner but he had invited me on several occasions that I could recall beg

As I drove down to the hospital, it only dawned on me everyone believed that Imelda was dead and the only remedy was to take my rightful place as the wife and the princess of Wales royalty. Uncle Charles had advised me to get pregnant for the prince as soon as possible and Tasha had told me to embrace the feelings the prince had for me.I wondered what my mother had to say. It had been long I saw her after the last time in the hospital. I knew she had been visiting Imelda but she seldom visited the palace these days and I wondered if all was well with her.I had never thought of taking the place of Imelda in this marriage. And if indeed she was going to make it, I would have to know today. My plan was to meet the doctor to get a conviction from him. Another issue was Queen Theresa. She was never going to let go of Imelda’s dilemma and she must see to the end.When I got to the hospital, I met a huge crowd of hockey players who had come to see her, this time, they were sweating profuse

It was at the brisk edge of Saturday morning, while the maidens were away and busy in the queen’s cottage, that I woke up and the first thing that came to mind was to grab my phone and stare at the photo of Prince Reuben. I couldn’t forgive myself for making him lose his temper the other day.Maybe I was too forward with my actions and I shouldn’t have queried his decision to discipline Samson Rowland the way he did. I began to feel guilt, the guilt of a murderer and I wished I could see him right now and go on my knees to apologize.Suddenly, the joy of seeing him smile and be in a happy mood became my priority. I had never seen him lose his temper before and what he just did yesterday proved to me that I was the source of his anger.“I am sorry,” I said to his photo and blinked several times as if I wanted the photo to talk back at me. Next, I placed the photo on my chest and shut my eyes. The whole image on my mind now was that of loss, as if he was going to leave me forever. I cou

The moment I opened the door, I perched at it, unwilling to step yet further, my heart still pricking me of what I almost did with the prince the other time. I couldn’t just tell what came over me but I was certain my thoughts weren’t with me when I allowed the prince to step into my room, sit close to me and almost locked my lips to his.I was guilty and like an offender I quickly surged close to my sister, went on my knees and grabbed her cold palms. The sobbing sounding from me now couldn’t let me speak the way I wanted, even when I tried I found myself stuttering.“I am sorry, Imelda,” that was all I could say. My heartbeat had reduced to a manageable stage unlike when I was on my way to the hospital. “I just wish you would wake up and take your place in this marriage. I am still all about my promise to you and I am going to fight to keep it. About what happened yesterday between me and the prince you can see it as a mistake…” I breathed uneasily and shut my eyes.The imagery of t

I had gotten out of the mini pool at the extreme corner of my room, and it was almost bedtime. I really needed to rest my nerves after spending much of my time in the hospital at the side of my sister.Our mother had phoned me she would join me in the hospital and I wondered why she couldnt make it. She told me about Samson reporting the prince to her and she ended up scolding Samson for deciding to mettle with the royal family. She told me she warned Samson to try as much as possible to make Imelda his enemy because she would do worse than the prince if she saw him anywhere around Imelda.I couldn’t just measure Samson’s love for Imelda but recently the British Hockey Team had lagged in their feat for trophies and they had dwindled down the group stage of qualifiers for the world hockey cup. This painful failure was attributed to the coach’s divided attention.Even in the news, some of the players mentioned Samson being hugely distracted by the calamity that befell Imelda. Some of th