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

I, who couldn't be more overjoyed, looked at him as I asked over and over again, "Really? Is what you said true?"

I was so afraid that after Patrick gave me hope, he would disappoint me again.

But this time, Patrick nodded firmly.

At that moment, I didn't struggle and let him hold my hand in his big palm. And I felt that my slightly cold hand became warm little by little.

Patrick proposed to send me to work. This time, I agreed.

I sat in his car. He left after dropping me off at the cafe. But some sharp-eyed colleagues saw his car and came over. Then they asked, "Charlotte, is your boyfriend so rich? How come he is driving such a good car?"

I looked at Patrick's car and didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

Chapter 75 Only After Caroline Rise High Can I Make Her Suffer More