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

That afternoon, Patrick took me to a fashion studio, chose a set of evening dresses for me, and matched it with a short cloak.

I put on makeup and did the styling there.

When everything was done, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought of my future life.

Moreover, I felt sad as well as despicable.

That evening, I continued to put on a show with Patrick at Ned's house.

We were pretending to be a loving couple.

At the banquet, Ned urged us over and over again, saying that we should bear him a fat grandson.

But I knew that this kind of thing would never happen.

After we came out of the Cowell Family house, I was about to get in the car. However, the tassel of the small cloak was hooked onto the covered button of Patrick's belt.

I wore a low-cut evening dress inside. So I hadn't ever taken off the cloak over the banquet that night.

Chapter 43 You Don't Have to Seduce Me with So Many Tricks