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

Squinting at me out of the corner of his eyes, Patrick focused on driving saying nothing further.

In the mountain, the wind was strong. And it rained heavily. However, there was only some drizzle at the foot of the mountain.

The car drove all the way to Unit.1, City Y.

I couldn't be more familiar with this place.

Watching the car enter the residential quarter, I said quickly, "Mr. Cowell, where are we going?"

Feeling terrified, I grabbed the handle of the car door and said nervously, "Mr. Cowell, if you're planning to take me to your house, I'm going to jump off the car."

Patrick held the wheel tightly with both hands without even looking at me. It seemed that whether I was alive or not had nothing to do with him.

In fact, I dared not to jump off the car.

Chapter 250 I Happened to Look Like Your Muse, Mr. Cowell