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'm sorry, Mr. Cowell. I'm not interested in this."

Then I looked down at Patrick's hand that was grabbing my wrist and looked up at him, "Mr. Cowell, your fiancée just lost her child. She's crying inside. And you're holding me here and asking me to participate in a design competition..."

"Isn't it somewhat inappropriate?"

However, hearing my words, Patrick didn't change his behavior.

Patrick looked at me and frowned deeply. Then he continued to talk about the design competition, "I will invite the best international designers in the interior design field to be the judges in this competition. If you win the prize, it will be very valuable for you."

I looked at Patrick in confusion.

I couldn't figure out what on earth he was going to do.

Chapter 119 Then I Will Be Single for the Rest of My Life