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

Amanda was quite beautiful. She was especially so with makeup which made her facial features clearly-outlined.

In front of her, I couldn't help but feel a little self-abased.

I subconsciously covered my face with my hands and shook my head.

Amanda smiled and said, "I am Mr. Cowell's newly hired secretary. My name is Amanda." She reached out to me and said politely, "Hello, Mrs. President."

When she called me Mrs. President, she emphasized it..

I shook her hand with one hand and covered my face with the other.

Amanda said coldly with her arms crossed in front of her chest, "I wonder why Mr. Cowell takes a fancy to you? You're just an ugly woman with a distorted face."

Chapter 200 You Aren't Even Willing to Smile at Me