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 ignored her and went straight into the conference room where our works would be evaluated by the judges.

This time, the judges would evaluate our works in public.

Everyone of us would present our works at the same time for the judges' evaluation.

By the time I got in, a few people had been sitting there.

They all looked at me with gloating.

I didn't say a word to anyone. And I just sat in a corner.

Soon, Patrick came in surrounded by the crowd with Caroline following behind him.

Originally, Caroline was walking next to him. When she saw me, her eyes suddenly lit up. And she shouted, "Charlotte!"

Sitting next to me, she says as her face was full of joy, "I heard that you've entered the final. So I came here specifically. I've been looking for you just now."

Except for Rosy, I didn't want to talk with Caroline about anything else at all.

Chapter 162 They Are So Intimate