All Chapters of Substitute Wife For The Cold-Hearted Prince: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I could recall spending almost the entire day pressing those words but the fact still remained that Imelda has woken up form coma. When mom and I drove down to the hospital, we met an ocean of fans and paparazzi outside the hospital.Royal guards and security personnel were already controlling the pandemonium created by the news of Imelda waking up from coma. When I glanced a bit closer I could see Samson being stopped by the royal guards. Our mother screwed up her face when she saw him as well.“What is that pauper doing here?” she groaned beneath her voice and when our glance met, Samson pointed at me reminding the security that he knew me very well in fact I was Imelda’s sister. But it all fell on deaf ears.When I shot a glance at the garage, I could see the queen’s private carriage and her royal guards. It was obvious they had come early enough to welcome Imelda back to the land of the living. When our car halted and we alighted, the security gently ushered us in and my heart thu

Tasha was fetching us some drinks and cigar. When she came to my side and offered me the cigar, I sighed and lost interest to smoke; she snorted and lit hers before she pulled closer to me and caught my jaw.“I don’t need a soothsayer to remind me that you are disturbed,” she focused on my pink chin and red eyes. I guess she could see I have been in tears all through the night.Yes, indeed I have been in tears, brooding over the turnout of events, how I was going to handle this trauma that had befallen me and my sister; it was indeed a trauma. I couldn’t believe the prince kept coming even when I wanted to avoid him like a plaque; the thought of making love again in the in the toilet of the party ground got me worried and I wondered if the prince would let go.Literally, I had moved on and would prove every bit of it but I doubted if the prince had moved on to. I saw it in his eyes; the fire still burning for me and his heart entrapped to mine. Oh gosh I didn’t want to hurt Imelda, no

“Congratulations, Emily, you are three weeks pregnant.”Those words of Doctor Bill till this moment still re-echoed in my ears as I stared ghost-struck at him. My heart thudded with fear and uncertainty as I widened my gaze at him and gaped at him with so much nervousness.I could feel the trembling of my hands on the table and once he saw the scare that flushed through me, he asked, “Are you not expecting this?”I wanted to say something but I ended up stuttering involuntarily. I could remember taking a deep breath just to control myself and then I opened up my mouth again only to stutter more heavily.“Calm down, Emily,” Doctor Bill gestured at me and added, “Take a deep breath and stay still OK. I know the news is a shocker but I want you to know that you are old enough to be pregnant unless there is more to this.”“I mean I can’t be pregnant.” I tossed my head repeatedly, just to see if there was a way could convince the doctor to rerun the test and see that I wasn’t pregnant, “I

Once I heard the grinding of steel wheels outside our compound, I hastened to the window only to see Imelda alighting in her purple royal gown, with a stylish crown on her head and two guards aiding her by the arm. My heart raced and I could barely swallow hard. She paused for a while and stared around our house.Since she woke up from coma, this would be her first time of coming around our home, the very home that used to be our regular spot; I knew she had missed it and everything looked strange and new. She grinned gently as she tossed her head.At the time, I quickly brightened up my face, and freshened up, into a broader gown that would help me to cover some symptoms of my pregnancy and stepped out to welcome her. Although our mother knew about my pregnancy, I still felt scared to reveal it to her.We hugged and brushed cheeks and I took her into my room, she stood up for a few minutes stroking every picture on the wall and smiling pitiably to recalling how life used to be for us

You should have phoned me before coming. The fact that you are my coach doesn’t give you the guts to meet me at your leisure,” she nagged, her eyes stealing a glance at his face to see he had lost some pounds. He was a bit skinny now.“Apologies, dear.” His tone was as humble as ever, “It shows how much the team has missed you. When you were in a coma, the team prayed and kept their heads up for you. Almost all my nights were spent by your side until the queen and the prince began to restrict me,” he paused and wished she would understand the sacrifices he made for her.Imelda gave him a look of appreciation and shrugged, “You have always told me you will be there for me despite the challenges. I appreciate, Samson, and the team means a lot to me too.” She forced a smile. “About your looks, you look skinny. Too much training or what?”Samson lowered his gaze and wondered if it was proper to her he has lost his job as the coach of British Hockey Team, and this had stolen peace from him