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

When I opened my eyes, I saw the cold iron window in front of my eyes again.

The moonlight slid through the cold railing, shining in a small cell of a few square meters.

This was not a detention house but a prison!

I sprang to my feet abruptly and slapped the door of the cell with all my might!

"Let me out! Let me out! I want to go out! I didn't hurt anyone!"

However, the corridor of the prison was empty.

I yelled for a long time. And in the end, my voice was hoarse.

I squatted down and looked at the deep and dark corridor as my tears kept falling.

"Why? Why did you do this to me? I didn't do anything!"

"I indeed didn't do anything. I didn't hurt Caroline once!"

Chapter 52 Charlotte Archer, Where Are You Going?