Substitute Marriage: Taming The Disabled Billionaire

e. Three days ago, when Melinda Linwood handed the so-called wedding dre

the strong scent of expensive perfume spreading between them. "Olivia has a severe allergy, he

and desperate, agreed to the request. She urgently needed that money to redeem her grandfather's old me

stomach tightened by a bit. They leave the hustle and bustle of New York City behind and drive onto a private road through the lush green

e top. Rather than an entrance, it was more like the giant mouth of some giant beast opening its mouth. The front door silently slid

n't a house, but a massive castle made of stone and glass, as if it could instantly drain the a

d the car door for her. "Good luck, Miss." He muttered urgently under his breath, then

e, his cheap white dress looking even more frail and

ind it. His face was a stern and expressionless mask, his gaze sweeping over Kaey

s voice was cold and smooth, like

e Italian marble checkerboard covers the floor, with priceless artworks hanging on the walls and gilded frames shimmering in th

the main hall. "Wait here." He left this sentence and t

d down on her like a tide, her heartbeat pounding between her ribs. In just a few minutes, it was

, his expression still cold.

e of the figure seemed to follow her all the way, scrutinizing her. With every step, she felt as if she was sinking deeper into a maze.

only light coming from a green banker's lamp on a huge desk. Kaeya couldn't see his face clear

-sharp, dissecting, like a surgeon's scalpel. She clutched the cheap fabric on her

ough it was only a trembling wh

cy cold, tinged with a hint of bitter mockery, sending chills down her spine.

e, yet pale to the point of no warmth. His clear blue eyes were like shattered blocks of ice. His gaze swept from the cheap

derstood everything. Why does Olivia pretend to be severely allergic

older than the air in the room, "You are the one." The Linwood fami