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 the weekend, on Wednesday, Stanley, the insignificant celebrity who used to be my client, contacted me all of a sudden, which was a surprise to me. After all, the decoration of her wedding room was about to come to an end.

She said that she came up with a new idea regarding the design of her backyard.

Previously, according to her request, the backyard, which was not spacious, was built into a Japanese-styled courtyard. Now it was almost finished. And she had a new idea.

In line with the principle that clients are God, I patiently advised her, "Miss Lance, it's like this. You approved the previous development plan. And the construction of the backyard is almost completed. If we change it now, the previous budget will..."

"What? Are you afraid that I can't afford it?"

Before I could finish my words, Stanley shouted at me over the phone.

Chapter 29 I Was Handcuffed