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

Obviously, she had never thought of such a thing.

"Yes," I replied with a bitter smile on my face.

I just admitted it without elaborating on it.

After all, all that had happened became scars for me. Now the scars formed scabs to some extent. I didn't want to elaborate on them again.

Nancy didn't ask me anything further.

When we were sitting together silently, sounds of footsteps came from the distance.

I looked in the direction of the sounds and saw Mabel walking towards us in a long slip dress.

Seeing us, she sneered, "Oh, I do envy you for being so idle. I'm different. For my work this time, I have to refer to many things as well as design many things for it. The drafting makes me as busy as a bee."

Mabel stood at the intersection and looked at me as if she were waiting for us to speak.

Chapter 156 Nancy, Who Was Naked, Broke Into Patrick's Room