All Chapters of Substitute Wife For The Cold-Hearted Prince: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

It was almost midnight when that phone rang, and I was thrown into oblivion, and lost about what actions to take. The doctor had not gone into details. Rather, he told me to rush down to the hospital immediately that something had happened and when I tried to inquire of him, he hung up the call and didn’t pick up again.I was left-sided and drown in fear and pessimism. I paced up and down my room and resorted to knock on the door of Prince Reuben. He was quick to open the door, as if he was just standing just by it.He didn’t seem as one that had been asleep. It was almost midnight when the phone all came and it just occurred to me that Doctor Bill was on a night shift. I told the prince exactly what the doctor said and he was shocked as me. I told him we needed to visit the hospital right away .And he concurred. We didn’t give room to freshen up. Quickly, and still in our night robe, we drove down to the hospital. On our way we got a phone call from the queen telling us what the doc

It was early evening on a Saturday that the prince’s carriage parked at a secluded region of the hospital. In it were the Prince and Kelly. They had been peeping through, trying to see if Samson would walk into the hospital. The prince had gotten hint that Samson had been visiting Imelda after his ordeal with him in the police station.The prince doubted it because Samson took an undertaken in the police station on that day and he vowed never to be seen around Imelda again. He didn’t believe Samson would flout an undertaken he took. Kelly had told him he saw Samson a few days ago leaving the hospital and he doubted it.“There he goes,” Kelly said, pointing at him and the prince widened his gaze to see Samson alighting from his car, and walking straight to the trunk of his car to bring out some gifts which were obviously meant for Imelda.“So this is true,” Prince Reuben groaned and grinned so hugely that the brow of his face turned red than his chin. It was as if tornado was going on

Samson had gotten to the point of being unable to fight back his tears; not after beholding the fallen countenance on his mother.His mother’s name was Christie Rowland. After the death of his father, she had fallen sick and confirmed to be battling with the last stage of cancer. She was the very reason Samson worked hard tirelessly day and night to ensure he brought the money home and seeing her right now also dawned on him that he was jobless.As if she suspected an ill fate had befallen him, she asked once more, “The best coach in the world,” she hailed him, “Where is your car? Ever since you got this job you have never returned home without your car. I hope all is alright in your work place?” she asked.Samson pretended with a hard grin and smiled cheerfully. He didn’t want her to know he had lost his job, let alone the war he had with Prince Reuben.“Everything is fine, mom. I am doing greater. I…um…” he stuttered heavily because he wasn’t used to telling lies but he had to do it

Mom and I were walking outside, in the field replaying memories of Imelda and I and how we had fought with a kid and her siblings some years ago, and how the kids’ parents had called her older children to fight us and we dealt with them all.Mom had always told me that the cooperation of twins was always dangerous and no one dared to challenge twins. She told me Imelda and I had each other’s back and no one dared to trouble us. She had often received countless reports of parents whose children we bullied and repelled.She said it got to a time they often referred to us as the musketeers’ twins. Indeed such memory was hilarious and I couldn’t stop laughing, and appreciating our childhood.Holding my hands, my mom said gently, “Emily, I am bring back such memory so that you will know how far you and your sister have come, and nothing should ever make you betray your sister. I want you to remember the kidney she donated to you, the countless blood transfusion she also donated to you. You

I couldn’t believe what was playing before me. While I gaped at the prince, I blinked several times to wake up from this hallucination. But it wasn’t. Oh my god! The prince was proposing to me? I covered my gaping mouth and locked eyes with him.Already onlookers had taken out their phones to take photos of the drama, “What are you doing, Reuben? What has come over you? Do I still need to remind you I can’t marry you. Please stop embarrassing me!” I yelled at him, stamping my feet impatiently.And I was about to walk away then he grabbed my arm and pulled forward while on his knees, “It has been my dream to make you my missing rib. I am for real. Don’t make me look like a fool in public. I don’t care what they say. What matters is what we feel for each other. Think about the events that have played out, you will see we are meant for each other…”Tossing my head in refusal, my guts boiled with rage, once thought of Imelda lying helplessly in the hospital came to mind. I shut my eyes an