Substitute Fiancée: Unmasking My Ugly Wife

n Town Car felt cold against t

d into a continuous streak of wealth and arrogance. Her pulse remained completely s

icked toward her. His upper lip curled into

n the sun visor. The small vani

essed it into her cheek, dragging the rough sponge across her flawless, pale skin. The heavy laye

e drew over her naturally arched eyebrows

t. She shoved them onto the bridge of her nose. The heavy frames swallow

glided to a

iron gates of the Chavez estate lo

ckpack sitting next to her. The

s eyes landed on Averi's muddy yellow face and oversized glasses, his perfectly practiced, prof

hrank into herself, letting her eyes dart arou

ded, cheap sneakers hit the pristi

ue

shed stone. The sound was high-pitched an

hell is th

echoed f

down the grand sweeping staircase. He leaned over the mahogany railing, staring do

the garbage door

. He tossed a thick script onto the glass coffee table with a loud smack. He looked a

rned his back. "Get her out of my sight," he mutter

hard her knuckles turned white. She let her breathing turn shallow and

Thump

a wooden cane hitting the ma

m the study. His face was lined with age and ruthless au

r volume of his voice made the cry

. He rolled his eyes but di

harshness in his face melted in

forced a thick, uneducated Rust Belt accent into he

the plush armchair

arrangement. He cleared his throat, preparing to read the terms of t

sh the first sentence, Ho

trash!" Holt yelled. The veins in his nec

s. She waited for the echo of Holt's shouting

" Averi whispered. Her v

ed his eyes. "

th a trembling finger. "If, after one year, none of your grandsons want to marr

went de

been a noose around the family's neck. But this girl was offering a golden escape clause. His sharp e

," Rica

out a dark, cruel laugh. "One year? You w

nodded meekly, her shoulders shaki

thick bangs, her lips curved i

aid. "Show Miss Marsh to the g

he turned and walked toward the stairs, feeling the burning, hateful glares