All Chapters of Substitute Wife For The Cold-Hearted Prince: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Imelda! Hold on Imelda!” She called, hastened behind her before she could get into the carriage. She held her arms.“Hey, why are you pestering me?” Imelda yelled at her as she turned her gaze at her.The face staring at Tasha right now wasn’t the ideal Imelda’s face; she had gone crimson and she knew behind that red face were hard feelings that she couldn’t let go. It was obvious Imelda still felt something for Samson.Or perhaps she found their position inappropriate. But in all she had quickly dashed out of her room at this hour. By the way, she was supposed to be with the prince at this hour. She shouldn’t be found out at this time.“I am sorry, about what you saw in there,” Tasha apologized. “I guess I shouldn’t have told you about it before ever getting down with your ex…”“Hey, hey, hey…” she snapped at her, “Listen up, Tasha, I just want you to do me the favor of not making a mountain out of a mole hill. And by the way, what makes you feel Samson is my ex. Come. I never dat

When Prince Rueben got in and met Imelda awake, he was shocked to his heels. She was supposed to be asleep by now and not be awake. “Why is she awake?” he asked in his mind, and forced a contagious smile at her.“Darling, where have you been? I have been searching for you all over the palace but couldn’t find you. You didn’t tell me you would return late after the christening. The queen is even worried about you,” Imelda said in a voice that would have been a wail.Untying his bow tie, he replied her, “Apologies for hanging out with the guys,” he lied and stole a glance at the transparent mini night wear she was donning, and it was then he knew she was indeed ready for him tonight.The next question he asked, was, “Have you had dinner?” His eyes combed around the room in search for some dishes. He was very sure he gave the chef an instruction to add the herbs to her dinner so she could fall sleep as usual.Her lips chapped when she gave a smile, “Yeah I really wanted to tell you that

Why would he feel something for you? Doesn’t he know it is strictly business? You have been paying for his job so I wonder why he should talk about feelings for you. That guy is a thug, a street boy who roams around in search of any means of survival. He should take his feelings elsewhere,” Tasha intoned, pacing up and down.“That is not just all,” I told her, “he returned all the money I have been paying him and wanted something more real between us. He said he has feelings for me and has been resisting it…oh god.” I stroked my hair confusedly, “It sounds absurd to say it… gosh…”Tasha held my hand. “Come on perk up you have to calm down. Perhaps, all this wouldn’t have happened if you had declared your feelings for the prince. Your sister is an understanding person. He would have understood you…”Stop this,” I yelled at her and she flinched, knowing how furious I got whenever she mentioned that to me. “My stand still remains, Tasha. I can’t hurt Imelda. I can’t. The worst my uncle

“What the hell is this sickly woman talking about?” Prince Rueben yelled at her and folded his fist, “she has lost her sanity! What is she talking about? Oh I am not going to stand here and listen to this rubbish. Guards! Send them away!” he ordered.“Son!” she called Rueben, all eyes falling on Rueben now and anxiously waiting for what she had to say next, “My son I haven; lost my sanity. Don’t you know you are my real child and Samson here is the queen’s real child?”Queen Theresa dimmed her eyes at Samson and then at Reuben and she was lost, goose bumps ravaging her body. She knew the sickly woman in a wheel chair wouldn’t come all the way to the palace to say about things she didn’t know anything about. She knew there was no smoke without fire and she had to get to the root of all this.“You must be crazy, woman!” Prince Rueben yelled at her, his hands trembling hugely now, as he surged closer. “Do you think this palace is open to gold-diggers that will just wake up one morning to

Once the door creaked and opened, Imelda couldn’t believe her sight. She paused at a spot, her gaze widening at prince Rueben packing up some bags and tiding up some personal belongings of hers. “What are you doing, dear?”Those questions seemed to have fallen on deaf ears because he gave her the cold shoulders and continued with what he was doing. She could feel his unsteady breath from her standing spot and she could tell Rueben had lost his mind.“Hold on. What are you doing?” she intensified her question and held his hands.“What does it look like I am doing?” his snapped, sighed and wanted to continue when she held her hands, “Why are you packing up our belongings. If it is about the revelation of Samson’s identity, you don’t need to take it to heart…”“Can you just listen to yourself?” he almost fumed at her, but grinned and sucked a deep breath, “It is obvious I am not the prince, and the official son of the queen and my stay here is over. You were there when that ill fated mot