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

Holding a hairdryer, I couldn't help but feel that my hands shaking a little. To make myself look less panicked, I looked away and continued to blow my hair.

After a while, I felt that Shelton wrapped his arms around my waist.

Without moving, I sat there and continued to blow my hair.

Shelton kissed my wet hair, my neck, and my shoulder.

I, who probably was too nervous, forgot to move my hand holding the hairdryer. It wasn't until the hot wind burned my scalp that I realized it.

I quickly turned off the hairdryer.

Without the sound of the hairdryer, it was quiet in the whole room all of a sudden.

Without the disruption of the hairdryer, Shelton got closer to me and tightened his arms around my waist with more force.

Sitting there with a stiff back, I dared not move at all.

A moment later, Shelton began to unbutton my casual clothes and kissed me more and more fervently.

Chapter 313 I Was Nobody But a Puppet with a Smiling Mask