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

Everyone was stunned by what they had seen.

Most of them looked frightened rather than taking pleasure in my misfortune.

I could imagine what my face looked like, thinking that it should be the same as one in a horror movie.

Finally, a woman thought of taking out her cell phone to take photos of me. I was so scared that I lowered my head and covered my face, pleading, "Let me go."

"I won't." Roger laughed coldly, "Amanda told me that you looked like this just now. I wasn't convinced. But I didn't expect that Mr. Cowell would have such a unique hobby for women."

People around began to take pictures of me.

Everyone, who originally had a frightened look on their face, began to ridicule and mock me.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw that the one who had called Patrick away walked out of the room on the side. Immediately afterward, Patrick walked out as well.

Chapter 208 How About We Have a Baby?