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 turned out that Roger was driving Patrick's car.

I remembered that there were many sports cars in the garage of the bridal chamber Patrick had bought for him and Caroline.

But he never drove the sports cars at ordinary times.

Seeing that I didn't move, Roger said, "Aren't you also a common citizen? You should be very good at handling this kind of thing. Help me deal with her!"

The way I saw it, the index of Roger's emotional intelligence was probably a negative number.

How come he, who was asking for my help, talk like that?

I rolled my eyes at him and said, "No."

Then I was ready to leave directly.

Roger pulled me with one hand and said, "Don't leave, don't! I'll give you money! 500,000 dollars! What do you think of it? If you settle this matter for me, I'll give you 500,000 dollars!"

Chapter 130 Even Though I Wanted to Agree to Him in Secret, I Lied