Todos los capítulos de Someone Else's Beloved Wife: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

The ballroom of the Plaza Hotel buzzed with the quiet, expensive hum of New York's corporate elite. I stood near the edge of the grand staircase, a glass of sparkling water in my hand, running my eyes over the floral arrangements and the lighting setup. Every detail was flawless. I had spent the last six months organizing Whitmore Holdings’ fiftieth-anniversary gala, balancing it on top of my responsibilities as Director of Strategic Development.It was exhausting, but looking around the room, I felt a rare sense of pride. This was my work. My dedication to the family legacy."You need to stop frowning at the centerpieces, Charlotte. People will think you're actually working."I turned to see Nathaniel stepping up beside me. He looked perfectly polished in his tailored tuxedo, his light brown hair styled flawlessly. He offered a charming smile, the kind that made him such an effective vice president at Crawford Financial Partners."I am working, Nathaniel," I replied, smoothing the fa

CharlotteSebastian Bennett sat in the shadows. He didn't smile. He didn't look at me with the polite, uncomfortable sympathy that the rest of the gala guests had worn."Get in, Miss Whitmore," he said. His voice was deep, steady, and entirely devoid of pity.I stood on the curb, the freezing rain soaking through the thin fabric of my evening gown. My hair clung to my neck. The left side of my face still burned from Vanessa's slap."I don't need a ride," I said, my teeth chattering slightly despite my effort to keep my jaw locked. "I can call a taxi.""With what?" Sebastian asked simply. "Your father fired you five minutes ago. By the time you reach into your pocket, he will have frozen your cards. By midnight, your personal accounts will follow. Richard doesn't leave loose ends."He was right. My father was systematic. He wouldn't just throw me out; he would ensure I had no resources to fight back."Get in," Sebastian repeated, shifting slightly to make room. "Unless you prefer to st

CharlotteI checked my phone resting on the vanity. The screen was dark, but I knew what was happening online. Since my father leaked the embezzlement story, my name had been dragged through the mud across every financial blog and news network in the city. The narrative was cemented: I was the spoiled, greedy heiress who tried to steal eighteen million dollars from her own family.A sharp knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts."Come in," I called out.The door opened, and Sebastian stepped into the room. He wore a dark navy suit that fit him flawlessly, paired with a crisp white shirt and a solid gray tie. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his gray eyes swept over me, taking in the white dress and the simple heels."You look ready," he said."I am," I replied, picking up my small clutch from the counter. "Did Jase get the paperwork finalized?""Filed and expedited," Sebastian confirmed. He checked his watch, the silver face catching the morning light. "Judge Harper is wait

CharlotteThe drive to the Whitmore estate in Connecticut took just under an hour, but it felt like a lifetime. Ethan drove the town car in smooth silence, followed closely by two marked cruisers from the local police precinct.I stared out the window as the familiar wrought-iron gates of my childhood home came into view. Two days ago, I would have scanned his security badge at the keypad and driven straight up the tree-lined driveway. Today, the town car idled on the street while Jase Paxton rolled down his window to speak with the police captain."Captain Goode has the civil standby order," Jase said, turning back to face Sebastian and me. "He’s going to serve it to the gate guard. We drive in right behind them. You have forty-five minutes to retrieve your personal belongings.""That’s all I need," I said.Sebastian sat beside me, his long legs stretched out. He hadn't said much during the drive, but his presence was a heavy, grounding force. He didn't offer empty platitudes or tell