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

The policeman's voice sounded behind me.

I could not care so much and rushed towards the door. When arrived at the door, I bent down to cross the cordon and dashed into the corridor.

In the empty corridor, there wasn't a single person in sight.

For a moment, I didn't know where to go.

When I was hesitating, the policeman had already caught up with me. He directly pressed my arms with his hands and roared, "Are you a journalist?"

"No!" I couldn't turn back as my arms were pressed by the policeman. I could only say, "I'm the director's fiancee. He didn't come back from yesterday. Tomorrow is his birthday. I'm very worried!"

I knew it was impossible for me to run away.

When the policeman heard this, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Do you have a couple photo?"

I thought about it carefully and shook my head. "No."

Chapter 291 If I will die at any time, what are you going to do?