All Chapters of A Substitute Bride For The Ruthless Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~CAMILLAThe ceremony passed in fragments, like a dream I was having where I was living someone else's life.Arthur's hand was warm when he took mine at the altar, but his eyes were distant. The officiant talked about love and partnership and forever, words that felt obscene given the circumstances. I repeated vows that meant nothing because they weren't meant for me.When Arthur said "I do," his voice was steady and completely emotionless.When I said the same words, I sounded like I was confessing to a crime.The kiss was brief, professional. His lips barely touched mine before he pulled away, and I caught something flash across his face like confusion? Suspicion? But then it was gone, quickly replaced by that same cold mask."Ladies and gentlemen," the officiant announced, "I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Bellingham."The guests applauded. The corners of my lips lifted in a smile because that's what brides do on their wedding day. And Arthur led me back down the aisle with his hand o

Camilla:I stood motionless alone in the spacious ornate hall like a statue, my mind already imagining the chaos I'd cause when I stepped out with Arthur again. I remained frozen longer than I could explain.SoHo. The name echoed in my head, the terror of having dinner alone with Arthur playing in my mind like a disc on repeat. I've never been there, but my sister has, and she enjoyed such moments.I spent the remaining hours hoping it would never turn to evening, but time slipped past relentlessly as if plotting my downfall.The dozens of rooms made it hard to find my way back to the bedroom but I managed. As soon as I locked the room, I went straight to the closet that was supposedly meant for my sister. My eyes darted from the expensive clothing with ornate designs that I found unnecessary or useless to the ones carefully folded in lines of clean heaps, hoping to find something quite dull or nude. Something that wasn't overly fashionable but none. And Arthur had personally told me

~Camilla: “Camilla?!” I flinched hard, my pulse racing like a live wire. Holding my breath, my wide eyes snapped toward the direction of whoever had said my name. My eyes flashed with fluid nervous motion across space catching a tall stunning young lady in an exquisite evening gown approaching with a smile that made my stomach churn. She wasn't familiar to me. My breath caught instantly.The lady's long hair gleamed gold under crystal chandeliers.Arthur followed my bewildered gaze to the approaching lady from behind and his scowl deepened.Bathed in golden lights, the opulent restaurant hummed with conversation and hearty laughter, silverware clinking softly against silver plates as high-class customers ate and chanted from different ornate tables. The air was thick with expensive perfumes; customers walking in and out. Crystal glasses clinked softly beneath slow jazz as amber liquid poured in, swirling in delicate fizz—every customer doing their thing, unaware of the rising tensi

~Camilla:Coiled in a ball like a stray mouse on the king-size bed, shivers swirled down my spine as I sniffled continually, my shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. I barely slept last night and have been crying as long as I can recall. I'd cried to the point my head had begun to bang in an excruciating headache.My eyes fluttered open, aching from the morning sunlight filtering through the sheer floor-to-ceiling curtains, spilling muted golds into the room and tracing sharp lines on the luxurious furniture. Still in the exquisite evening gown from yesterday's ruined dinner reservation, I sat up slowly, placing both palms on my head as though anchoring the severe headache that ran my temperature so high that I felt steaming heat at the surface. Birds chirped faintly beyond the panoramic windows, their song muted by the grandeur of the penthouse suite.This was just the third day after my wedding with New York's most brutal billionaire yet every ruin I caused seemed to have been staged a

~Camilla:My struggle to cover the drawings was to no avail. Arthur spun me around so easily with a firm but gentle grasp on my shoulders, as if I were a leaf. “Shh, look at me, Pamela,” His voice was soft. Too soft—something that sent shivers through my spine. The side of him that contrasted his aloofness in public and was different from the way he'd yelled at me last night.I finally met his gaze while fighting back burning tears.“Oh, look at you, Pamela, my love,” he said with that same intimate tone he'd used at the garage—something only my sister was familiar with.“I'm, sorry, Pamela,” he said softly while his thumbs traced slowly along lines of tears on my face. “I'm truly sorry. I—I never meant to hurt you. I was angry.”He pressed a soft kiss on my forehead and hesitated briefly.“You know it's crazy, Pamela,” he began, his strong arms enveloping my small form. “It's crazy how someone made it look like you're a different person in the same skin…especially the way you seem