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

Ever since what happened last time, I seemed to have been granted some privilege in Towering High Group.

This time, as soon as I arrived at the front desk, the staff there greeted me respectfully, "Mrs. President."

In fact, I felt unworthy of this address. But I accepted it.

I took the elevator to the top floor.

As soon as I entered the corridor, I saw Patrick's assistant, Wilson, standing in the corner and making a phone call.

It seemed that he didn't hear me coming.

Although I was angry, I knew I was in the Towering High Group, where I couldn't barge in randomly. Out of courtesy, I stood on the side, planning to tell Wilson that I was looking for Patrick after Wilson finished his call.

I waited aside and heard that Wilson lowered his voice and said while holding the cell phone, "It's true that Mr. Cowell isn't here."

Chapter 72 I Can't Lose Her in My Life