Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 978: You Can’t Escape the Palm of My Hand

Chapter 978: Chapter 978: You Can’t Escape the Palm of My Hand

Justin Xavier returned to the bedroom, where Leah Thorne was still asleep, her pale and delicate face had a hint of pink.

Justin placed a porcelain figurine representing the family of three into her small hand, then lowered his head to kiss her smooth forehead, "Leah, don’t try to leave me. You are the compensation from the Thorne family, and you will never escape my grasp in this lifetime."

Leah was in a deep sleep, unable to provide any response to him.

At this moment, his phone chimed with a text message.

Justin opened the message, which informed him that Mort Thorne’s whereabouts had been tracked.

...

When Leah opened her eyes, Justin was already gone. He had been very busy these days, preparing for the wedding and the new house.

He hadn’t intervened in the online discussions anymore, and when Leah transitioned from a big star to a lady of a wealthy family, the public opinion became distant from her.

Even though she had made it clear yesterday that she wouldn’t marry him, that she wouldn’t go through with the wedding, he seemed not to have heard her, as the wedding day approached closer.

Leah, her eyes bleary, gazed at the crystal chandelier overhead for a while, then sat up, and at that moment, something suddenly fell from her hand onto the bed.

Lowering her eyes, Leah saw the porcelain figurine.

It was the first time Justin attempted such a craft. A naturally privileged young master, domineering CEO, accustomed to a life of luxury, was not skilled at shaping porcelain figurines—he had made himself and her look very ugly indeed. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

In between the two of them was a very tiny figure, representing the child they had lost...

Leah’s eyelashes trembled like finely braided feathers; deep inside, she felt as if she had been struck hard. She raised her hand, and her soft fingertip gently fell onto the little porcelain figure in the middle.

In these past few years since losing the child, she didn’t even dare to think about anything related to the child.

It was a wound deep in her heart, slightly touched, it ached, aching to the point where she couldn’t breathe.

But now, Justin had crafted a small porcelain figure and placed it beside her.

Is this her baby?

Oh, yes, this is her baby.

With trembling fingertips, Leah held the porcelain figurine in her hand, her eyes hot, and soon, large teardrops began to fall.

At this moment, she sat on the bed, clutching the porcelain figurine tightly in her hands, and cried uncontrollably.

...

The wedding day arrived, all the elites were in attendance, the entire room sparkled, and media flashlights kept flashing, as Justin Xavier gave Leah a grand wedding.

Leah was unwilling to marry, but it was evident that Justin didn’t give her the right to refuse. She was brought to the bridal dressing room, where she was dressed in a pristine wedding gown and adorned with exquisite makeup at others’ whims.

Outside, there was a clamor, "Sorry, madam, you are not allowed inside. President Xavier has instructed us not to let you see the bride; you are putting us in a difficult position."

"How insolent!" Laura Xavier’s cold voice could be heard, "I am the mother of your President Xavier. Can I really not see the woman my son is about to marry? I want to see any of you dare stop me today!"

As she finished speaking, with a "bang," the door to the bridal dressing room was pushed open.

Laura entered, pushing a wheelchair in.

The staff behind looked at Leah awkwardly, "Mrs. Xavier..."

Being referred to as "Mrs. Xavier" for the first time, Leah wasn’t quite used to it; those black crystal eyes of hers glanced over lightly, "It’s fine, you all can leave."

Justin’s employees handled matters very cautiously, so these staff members didn’t dare to actually leave, "Mrs. Xavier, we will just stand outside the door, call for us if you need anything; President Xavier is outside greeting guests."

The staff exited.

Now, only Leah and Laura remained in the bridal dressing room, Laura unable to conceal her hatred and contempt for Leah, "Leah Thorne, have you no shame? Your mother seduced my husband, and now you want to marry my son. I feel like tearing off that wedding dress from you!"

Leah extended her hand to adjust the hem of her wedding dress, then stood up. She approached Laura, smiling, "Mrs. Xavier, I think you have it wrong. I didn’t choose to wear this wedding dress myself, your son forced me into it. I would have been happy to be your son’s mistress, but your son insists on bestowing me the title of Mrs. Xavier. Mrs. Xavier, what could a powerless woman like me possibly do?"

Laura’s face twisted. She remembered the young Leah as very obedient, who would stay hidden in her room, too scared to come out under Laura’s sharp-tongued tirades.

Now Leah had grown, was all thorns, and had developed quite a sharp tongue.

"Mrs. Xavier, I actually feel sorry for you. Do you know where you went wrong?"

"You keep making the same mistake. Your husband is unfaithful, and you only hate my mother. Your son is unruly and wants to marry me, and you came after only me, as if having me and my mother vanish would bring you peace and happiness. In reality, one is your husband, the other your son. Can’t you manage them? A woman’s happiness is never granted by others; it should be grasped in her own hands."

"Outwardly you seem domineering, but deep inside you’re cowardly. You are in pain but lack the courage to prevent further damage. You keep blaming and hating others. The former Winslow family’s distinguished daughter now lives as a mentally twisted old woman locked in her boudoir, and who should she blame for that? I see no one else to blame because you are the one who turned yourself into this pitiable state."

Laura froze, staring blankly at Leah, completely unable to comprehend what Leah was saying.

Soon, she processed it, her hands clasped into fists, emotionally yelling, "Leah Thorne, what right do you have to interfere in my life?"

Leah looked at her calmly, her red lips curling into a lazy arc, raising an eyebrow, "Mrs. Xavier, you have lost your composure, what is it you are anxious about?"

"I..."

"Shh." Leah suddenly placed a finger on her lips in a silencing gesture, laughing lightly, "Mrs. Xavier, listen, what do you hear?"

Laura, as though enchanted, held her breath to listen, but she heard nothing.

"Mrs. Xavier, did you hear it, that’s the sound... of a dream breaking. Over the years, your greatest talent has been deceiving yourself. It is said we can’t wake someone pretending to be asleep. Then today, I will personally shatter the dream you’ve woven for yourself all these years, Laura, it’s time for you to wake up!"

On the final few words, especially "Laura," Leah suddenly raised her voice, and Laura felt a rush of stormy wind assault her. In that moment, she inexplicably shivered from a chill welling from every fiber of her being, originating from the unknown fear of the future.

Laura looked at Leah in shock and bewilderment, wondering what Leah intended to do at this wedding?