Unwanted Fake Wife The Top Billionaire novel Chapter 6

Ryan handed both booklets to Alexander. "These are the ones Miss Sterling picked."

Alexander lowered his lashes slightly, long and thick, casting a shadow across his sharp features. His gaze paused briefly on the strapless dress Elena had chosen.

Then his slender fingers pointed to a different design. "Keep the ring she picked. Change the dress to this one."

Ryan was a little stunned. Isn't Elena the one getting married? Why is Alexander overriding her choice?

But he didn't ask questions. Just nodded. "Understood."

"Schedule the exclusive with Swiftline."

Alexander's tone was calm and cool, with no visible emotion. But that request left Ryan completely speechless.

Swiftline was where Elena worked. And Alexander? He never did interviews. Ever. Let alone for a second-tier outlet like Swiftline.

Then it hit him. Elena was going to be his wife. Spoiling his wife—that's only natural, right?

After dinner, Elena left the restaurant and drove her own Mercedes back to the Hawthorne estate. On the way, she called her best friend, Chloe Bennett.

These past few days, she'd been crashing at Chloe's place, avoiding the suffocating vibe of the Hawthornes. She'd even moved a bunch of her stuff over.

"I'm not coming tonight. Gotta head back to the Hawthornes."

Elena clicked on her Bluetooth headset. Chloe's voice was full of alarm. "You're going back there? Hold up, I'm on my way!"

Elena's build was delicate. If things blew up, she could actually get hurt.

"Relax, we're not at that point yet. Just wait for my good news."

"Fine, but call me the second anything happens. If it gets ugly, I swear we'll drag their name through the mud."

Chloe had been disgusted ever since she found out what happened. As just a friend, she could barely accept it—so how could Elena?

Elena stepped on the gas. Soon, her car pulled into the Hawthorne estate.

She touched up her makeup, then slowly got out.

The moment she stepped inside, she saw Camille sitting next to Victoria, holding a cup of coffee. There was a faint trace of disdain in Camille's eyes, but Victoria didn't notice, too busy clutching her chest, coughing uncontrollably.

Victoria had severe asthma. Over the last five years, Elena had been the one managing her treatments, just trying to earn her place in the family.

Victoria was sprawled on the couch now, assuming Elena would apologize. But Elena barely glanced at her and headed upstairs.

Victoria was stunned. She bolted upright. "Elena! cough, cough—"

Another round of gut-wrenching coughs and gasps followed. Elena paused on the stairs, her face blank as she turned to look at Nathan and his mother, both staring at her in shock.

"What's wrong, Mom? I've had a long day. Just want to sleep."

"You—Nathan, look at your wife. This is how she treats your mother? I practically died taking care of you, and she's acting like nothing happened!"

Victoria was fuming. Her husband, Victor Hawthorne jumped in to back her up. "What job is so important, huh? Can't the Hawthornes afford to support you? You can't even take care of the family!"

Nathan frowned and walked over to Elena. His voice was hard. "I know you're upset with me, but don't take it out on Mom. Call Dr. Mercer and get him to see her."

Camille was speechless. That is... seriously stingy.

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