I Was His Substitute Bride Chapter 43
The moment that document landed in my hand, everyone in the room froze.
They all knew what it signified. A controlling stake in the Prescott family’s core assets. A board seat.
Spencer held half. His father held half. Symbolizing control over the family empire.
I fully understood the implications. Frowned and tried to push it back.
Spencer just intertwined his fingers with mine. Pulled out his phone. Took a picture of us.
I don’t know what he did. But suddenly, everyone’s phone buzzed.
Then, collective shock rippled through the crowd.
Spencer had actually gone public on Instagram. “Kept it quiet for two years. Time to reveal my treasure of a wife. @VictoriaHardingEsq”
The comments section instantly exploded.
“Spencer Prescott has been married for TWO years? But just a while ago the tabloids were pushing that whole cruise ship birthday thing for Blair Vanderbilt. I was just shipping that couple.”
“OP, you actually bought that rich-family arranged marriage story? Total PR. But who is this wife? She’s gorgeous.”
“I remember this Victoria Harding. Was pretty big a few years back. Harvard Law’s most beautiful grad. Kinda went viral. Then she disappeared. So she married into money.”
The comments raged on.
Blair’s face contorted. For the first time, she lost control of her venomous expression. “Spencer, you don’t know what’s good for you.”
She dragged herself out of the pool. Dripping wet. Made a phone call.
