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 was very surprised and wanted to pull out my feet. But Patrick held my feet with his hand tightly and warned me, "Don't move. Otherwise, I will regret it later on."

"Don't do this. My feet are cold."

I knew how cold my feet were. And I was very embarrassed as my feet, which were put side Patrick's warm clothes, directly touched his abdominal muscles.

Patrick squinted at me with a some warning on his face, "Why didn't you tell me that your hands and feet are so cold in winter earlier?"

But the next day, when Patrick picked me up after I got off work, he didn't take me back to my house. Instead, he parked his car downstairs in another building.

The building was located in the central position of Unit No. 1, City Y.

Chapter 76 I Was Kidnapped