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

Hearing my words, Tillie quickly reached out to touch my forehead "Why is it so hot?! I'll call an ambulance for you."

I originally wanted to refuse her, thinking that I would be fine after taking some medicine.

However, upon finishing my words, I felt that everything in front of me went black. Then I fainted.

I felt that Tillie helped me up. Vaguely, I could hear her calling an ambulance.

Despite being weak at this time, I wasn't completely unconscious.

I could feel a few bodyguards putting me on the bed and that someone fetched a thick quilt and covered me with it.

The lights in the room were turned on.

I opened my eyes slightly and saw that Tillie was next to me. There were two shallow red marks on her neck.

I probably was seriously ill. At this moment, upon seeing the hickeys on her neck, I felt nothing else.

Chapter 447 I Won't Accompany You Anymore