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

It was unknown how long had passed.

After the trunk was opened, Patrick stood outside and looked at me inside. And he was obviously stunned.

My body was shaking non-stop as if it had been out of my control.

However, fearing that he would close the trunk again, I tried my best to get up and climb out of the trunk.

As soon as I went out, I fell to the ground directly.

I hurt a lot. But I felt much better than staying there.

I knew that based on the current situation, as long as Patrick didn't agree, I couldn't run away at all.

I grabbed his leg openings and said in a kind manner, "Let me go. I promise that I won't show up in front of you."

The air outside probably calmed me down.

Although I spoke slowly, I didn't speak with difficulty at all.

Chapter 53 Never Will I Forgive You in My Life