THE SUBSTITUTE WIFE

YOU ARE THE ONLY HOPE

He couldn't believe it.

That woman was completely excited, and he felt the same way, as if they shared an unmatched chemistry that made them cling to each other... Kellan felt his whole body vibrating for her.

She broke the kiss when she ran out of breath, and Kellan took the opportunity to look at her face.

She was very flushed and looked embarrassed, in some strange and tender way that struck him.

He had never considered a woman tender or beautiful.

"Damn, you're very handsome!" she said, and a hiccup escaped her. She quickly covered her mouth and looked at him with wide eyes. "Sorry!" she exclaimed, embarrassed. Anastasia didn't know what was happening to her; she felt impulsive and feverish.

Kellan found her attitude amusing and lifted his head, letting out a laugh.

"Got a faulty filter, huh?" he asked playfully.

She nodded, again very flushed, and he kissed her again because he was one who preferred to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Both forgot where they were and why they were there with that kiss. The only thing they were aware of was their bodies vibrating. Kellan was amazed at the way she responded, without limits and with a surrender he had never seen in any woman. As if she were determined to enjoy every second of the kiss.

Without thinking much, he took her hand and led her to a place where they could be alone.

Eloise arrived at the dance floor just as Kellan and Anastasia were kissing.

At first, she worried and thought about pulling them apart, but when she saw her sister take Kellan by the neck and return the kiss, the perfect plan occurred to her to escape from that forced marriage.

Cicero Vills smiled to himself seeing the girl press against his cousin's body.

It was very obvious that Kellan wasn't going to let her go without giving her a taste, and that was perfect for him.

He needed to document his cousin's worst actions to use against him.

He was going to make sure to affect his grandfather's favorite grandson in any way he could.

"Did you take the photos?" he asked a limping guy who was coming towards him with his drink.

"Yeah, I have enough photos to sink him," the guy replied.

Cicero smiled openly, expressing his joy.

"I need you to follow them... You need to get even more compromising photos. Make sure there's no doubt that Kellan Vills cheated on his girlfriend a few days before his wedding," he said, smiling, before taking a sip of his drink.

The next day, the lovers united by fate woke up embraced, and Kellan almost fell out of bed in shock, seeing the ceiling he saw every morning when he woke up.

How the hell had they ended up in his apartment?

Beside him, Anastasia was fast asleep. Occasionally, she let out a snort that moved her shorter locks, and Kellan couldn't help but be mesmerized by that sight.

She was very pretty, and getting closer, he noticed she wasn't wearing any makeup. She had a golden but pale skin, as if not touched much by the sun.

Where had this girl come from?

He had never slept with a woman who wasn't wearing makeup... or had real eyelashes! he thought as he verified that her long, curved lashes were natural.

But that wasn't what surprised him the most, because despite the haze in his head, he clearly remembered her tightness.

He had to try patiently, and several times, to enter her completely... As if she hadn't had many relationships before. Which was very strange for a girl who moved like that in public.

Had it hurt her?

He felt a little embarrassed for not remembering much, but everything had been so... Strange.

So fast and hot at the same time.

Suddenly, he snapped back to reality and wanted to die.

What the hell was he thinking?

He had brought her to his bachelor apartment, and he didn't even remember how they had gotten there.

He recognized it; he had gone crazy as soon as he tasted her lips, but it was time to return to reality and start facing what was coming.

First, he needed to get the girl out of the apartment and not raise suspicions, because lately, he had the press on him, and nothing could affect the agreement his father had reached with Pietro Miller.

He got out of bed carefully, trying not to wake her to avoid an awkward conversation before his shower.

"He would take care of her after getting out of the shower," he thought to himself, then entered the bathroom.

Anastasia waited for the door to close before jumping out of bed.

She had been waiting for more than five minutes for the signal to flee that place.

And the signal was the man entering the bathroom.

She had had s*x before marriage!

She couldn't hold back the urge to burst into tears like a madwoman!

As soon as she stood up, straightening her naked body, she realized the tight pain she felt between her legs.

Her eyes welled up, and she tried to take deep breaths to calm down.

What was she going to do? There was no turning back, and everything was her fault!

She wanted to feel desired, but she didn't know how dangerous it was to play with fire!

A glance, a kiss from that man, and she was already spreading her legs, dominated by the fire she felt.

But she wasn't going to stay to experience the humiliation of being kicked out because maybe she was a foolish scholar, but she wasn't ignorant.

Ignoring the discomfort she felt in her private parts, she dressed as best she could, aware that she would leave there looking very obvious.

As best as she could, she left the apartment, and as soon as she reached the street, awkwardly stepping in her golden heels, she took a taxi home.

She had no f*****g idea what was coming, and it wasn't yet fully dawn.

Anastasia had woken up to her father's screams that afternoon.

Luckily, no one had noticed her absence during the night because in the Miller family, no one ever doubted the good behavior of the youngest daughter. It was the eldest who got all the attention with her sparkling and flamboyant personality.

Ana managed to sleep that afternoon; her body was still paying the price for what she had experienced hours before, and she didn't resist when sleep took her.

But while she had managed to rest, her father's screams woke her up with a horrible headache.

"I can't believe he betrayed us like this! He was our hope to fix all of this!" Pietro shouted angrily, and a blow was heard along with the sound of breaking glass.

Anastasia descended the stairs as quickly as she could, but each step she took was a stab straight to her brain because of the hangover.

"There must be another solution!" her mother's voice exclaimed just as Anastasia reached the mansion's sitting room.

"You don't understand; this is the only thing Bemus wants in return!" her father replied. "He needs to ensure purity in his family lines; he wants to cover up his son's mistake," he added sorrowfully.

"Father..." Anastasia began as soon as she appeared in her parents' field of vision. But neither paid attention to her.

"Are you talking about the illegitimate son? But if they've managed to hide it... I'm not even sure which one of the two it is..." her mother began thoughtfully.

"Mother? Father?... What's going on?" Anastasia called out again, trying to piece together the puzzle that was her mind.

Suddenly, as if seeing her for the first time, both turned to look at her with a strange glint in their eyes.