Substitute Bride, Substitute Love

ing forward to marry

was

on for twelve years, in the name

ce, I had been sent to an orphanage because of the ne

years ago that I came

y my side since I was a child, I was extremely discreet, hoping that I could g

to marry Patrick Cowell on behalf of Caroline the day before

the other hand, it was the first time that I felt that my f

n a hurry after the wedding ceremony

ng in my hand, I felt ine

tairs, indicating that Patrick was back. I walked to the front of a mirr

went do

rs from the shoe cabinet, I

the way a wife should do, put the slippers besi

smelled alcohol in the air, which

ut feel a twinge

e he had go

ouldn't be m

of my sister. And the relationship between me and Patrick had something t

tried to smile despite the

erence, I followed him up

his shirt. His strong muscles looked particularly

around. As I was about to apologize, I

lifted. By the time I realized what had

had fallen from a high position,

ng manner with his angular face against the moonlight. Although I couldn'

ick suddenly asked me

d me. Even so, I said, "Ca

cher. Instead, my nam

n't reveal

e grabbed my hair tightly with one hand and forced me to look at him

arly. There wasn't any warmth in

all hatred dow

inexplicable madness filled

, my forehead was covered with a thin l

dn't turn my face and could only look at

verwhelmingly ne

nd colder. And he said, "Since you are here today, you s

eard the sound indicating that the re

gnoring my resistance, Patric