The Disabled Tycoon's Lethal Substitute Bride

he dim room. It illuminated a single line of text: Ne

silence. Her eyes, cold and focused, scanned the encrypted toxicology report. She

heels echoed from t

pped directly

ckpad. The toxicology report vanished, replaced by

ew open wit

ask of undisguised contempt. She was Eleonora's stepmother, a woman who had marr

the camera lens aimed directly at Eleonora. A malicious smile played on her lips. She was recor

e was sickly sweet, laced with acid. The phone's camera panne

s hunching. She lowered her eye

. Her finger, tipped with a blood-red nail, tapped sharply on t

with carefully crafted confusion

ndbag and slapped it onto the desk. "The Kemp family marriage contrac

ve no interest in marrying that dying invalid, Damien Kemp. I hear he's

true heir to the Kemp fortune, who had vanished from public life after a

urface, her face went deathly pale. He

ce. "Our family's company needs the Kemp investment. This is

has already agreed. If you dare to resist, or say one wrong word to the Kemps,

lenched into fists. Her nails dug into her palms, a sharp, grounding p

ked up again, her eyes were filled with tea

ron and Jessica exchan

box onto Eleonora's bed. "Here. Your wedding dress. Asking the Kemps fo

e, coarsely made white dress. It

be hiring an etiquette coach to 'instruct' you until the

on" would be nothing but

ust nodded silently, like a

amming the door behind them. Jessica's

m fell

Eleonora's face melted away,

ed to the bed, picking u

simply ran her fingers over the ro

at the darkening sky, the distant ligh

d number. When the call connected, she spoke

B. Target, th

, calculating smile touched her lips. The Kemp