Every woman was looking forward to marrying her beloved man. So was I. I married Patrick Cowell, the man who I had a crush on for twelve years, in the name of my sister. My sister Caroline and I were twins, but she grew up in a rich and noble family while I grew up in an orphanage. She begged me to marry Patrick as her substitute because she didn't want to marry him. I agreed sweetly. Patrick was the only heir of the richest family in this city. Handsome, rich, and powerful. However, I didn't expect that he treated me cruelly in bed as if I was his enemy. Because he knew I was not his bride? Oh no!!!

Substitute Bride,Substitute Love

After that day, I hadn't seen Patrick for nearly a month.

My life gradually returned to peace. I got busy with my work so that I could numb myself and forget that I had such a marriage.

It was the day for me to get my salary today. Lisa had already shouted early in the morning that I should treat her to a meal after getting it.

In order not to let her wait, I got off work normally, which rarely happened.

As soon as I walked out of the office building, a man in a suit came over and said politely, "Hello, Miss Archer. I am Mr. Cowell's driver. He asked me to pick you up."

It was a time for getting off work. People around me looked at me with strange eyes.

For a moment, I was in a trance, "Mr. Cowell? Patrick Cowell?"

"Why would he send someone to pick me up?"

The driver explained, "The Chairman wants to see you, that is, Mr. Cowell's grandfather."

Chapter 17 Not Everyone Can Afford Such Expensive Clothes