The Unwanted Son And The Substitute Bride

sorienting dizziness. Each step felt heavier than the last, her limbs weighed down by

ng with me?"

ing her attention. It was a sound she couldn't quite place at first—a low, throaty

rable moan esca

ught in her throat. There was no mistaking it now—the vo

ing love in her room. How strange that her mom, V

r, the one that sent a shiver down A

nne

le. She couldn't bring herself to believe it. Her boyfriend, the man she loved an

the effect of her dizziness. She rubbed her

it was more like trying to convince hersel

t there," Katrina

picion. How could he? How could they both betray her like this? The thought churned in her sto

it for herself, needed to confront them and demand answers. But before she could take another step. The world

ar surroundings disoriented her further. Her head throbbed with a dull ache, a lingering reminder of her sudd

he dizziness that followed, and the sudden darkness that swallowed her whole. Memori

put sleeping pi

ilence. Amber's heart leaped into her throat as she turned, her eyes widening in shock as

lentina said, her voice dripping with false

s voice, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on

you'd be stubborn to start working again," Valet

She couldn't bear the thought of returning to that horrible club, couldn't stomach the i

o go back to the cl

" the evil stepmo

hase's life depends on her. She needed funds to continue giving him treatments for his rare disease. S

now?" she muttered, her vo

wavering. "You know what I want," she replied, her voice cold and

the woman who had made her life a living hell, but she knew it would only make things worse. With a heav

er voice tinged with

assured. "Good," she said, her voice dripping with satisfac

pounding in her chest, she couldn't shake the sense of unease. The elevator r

eserve what little remained of her dignity. She couldn't believe she was doing this, couldn't beli

, Amber's confusion turned to outright disbelief. A casino in the basement of a luxury hotel? I

d laughter assaulting her senses like a physical blow. It was a scene straight out of her worst nightmares, a den of v

gal operation, a hellhole of corruption an

the old fat man as he propos

ok the old man's hand. "I brought you a gift. She'll start w

an't work here," A

, a silent reminder of the stakes at play. She knew she had no choice, k

ng his lips, looking at Amber. "My clients would love to