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 turned off my cell phone, pretending that I hadn't seen the message before.

By the time I arrived at the downstairs of Lisa's house, I bought some fruits before I went upstairs, fearing that Lisa would ask me about this.

As soon as I arrived in the corridor, I saw a man standing at the staircases and killing time with his cell phone.

I eyed him and found that it was indeed Roger Lance.

When he saw me, his eyes lit up, saying, "Oh, my dear sister-in-law, did you go out? That's great. How about you take me in?"

"Don't call me sister-in-law. I have nothing to do with him anymore. If you want to call someone sister-in-law, go to Kelsi Clark." After I said this, I said, "Regarding taking you into Lisa's house, it isn't my call. After all, this isn't my home."

Chapter 221 Charlotte Archer, Are You Awake?