Substitute Marriage: Marrying The Disabled Billionaire

ngers buried in Greyson's fur. The dog's steady heartbeat

canvas duffel bag from

f faded jeans, a few plain t-shirts, and her e

astry recipe book. As she went to slide it i

a

flinch. She jus

Chanel nightgown that cost more than Chrissy made in six

cramped, dimly lit room

ar's nest," Arleen mocked, h

pped up the duffel bag and

he stepped into the room in her fluffy slippers an

oorboards, soaking the toe o

her head. She stared a

ush for two hours and you suddenly think yo

pulled Greyson behind

, Arleen," Chrissy

the door. Her eyes were wide with a t

laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Everyone in Los A

an anymore. You didn't marry a billionaire. You

didn't b

r voice deadly calm, "then why did you cry and beg Da

hit Arleen

ut the moment she heard the rumors that Arch's car accident had left him permanently impotent and pr

flushed a da

!" Arleen shrieked. "How da

nails flashed in the dim light as she swung her arm

e squeezed her eyes shut and t

oday. She

left han

rissy spent eight hours a day kneadin

pain. "Let go o

her other hand to grab a

s eyes w

hrissy lifted her right foot and

rleen s

shed backward, landing hard on the wet floorbo

dirty water, clinging to her skin. Arleen sat ther

ng down the stairs. "I'm going to tell Dad! I'

her, looking down w

ow things work now, Arle

me stay here. The Vega family is currently survivin

y whisper in Mr. Rush's ear tonight. I will ask him to freeze

d like a dying fish. She was co

teps pounded on the

the screaming. They were