Substitute Bride: My Mysterious Loser Husband

Chapter 5

Word Count: 636 | Released on: 31/08/2026

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till reeling with fury at my fathe

t later, carrying a

d stroked my hair. "Still angr

ith tears. "Mom, I can't marry Rhys Knight! I'

, rubbing my back. "That's why I

sudden, vicious excitement. "Can

gh. "Oh, she'll agree. She'd d

will he go along with such a crazy plan?

with the Knights. He won't care who the bride is, as long as it happens. And as for the Knights... they'

ve of relief washed over me,

or, pathetic equipment manager, living a miser

e spread ac

our father completely, and to make this all seem perfe

d of fuel

lded piece of paper from her pocket-a forged ultrasound repo

ked. "Mom, can we...

called strategy. This is the only way to

thought of Trevor, of being free from

eggs on the table, I violently pushed my chair back. I clamped a hand over my mo

grumbled, looking at

s if I were about to faint from the nausea. I covere

atter. She gasped, her voice full of practiced, horrified surprise

His face changed, his e

p, sliding the fake ultraso

on his plate. He was to

egnant with Trevor's baby.

marry off a daughter who was carrying a

s chair, looking

softly, "the only way out of this now is to have Avery take her plac

ong time. Finally, he

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“"I've given you my entire body, so when are you finally going to kick Avery to the curb?" Behind the half-open door, my hockey star boyfriend of three years was pinning my vicious stepsister to the bed, his voice rough with lust: "Don't mention that depressing loser. I only want you right now." I kicked the door open, slapped the cheating scumbag as hard as I could, and dumped him on the spot. But the real torture was just beginning. My beloved nanny was dying in the hospital, and my adoptive mother held the $50,000 life-saving surgery money hostage. She viciously threw a contract in my face: "Either take your sister's place and marry that disfigured, crippled psychopath, or go plan a funeral for that old bat right now!" On the day of the wedding, my stepsister crashed City Hall with my ex, live-streaming my humiliation to the world: "Even a deformed monster doesn't want you. You're a complete joke!" But as the clock ticked down to the last second, my fiancé was still nowhere to be seen. My hope of saving my nanny was turning to ash. Just as I closed my eyes in suffocating despair, the heavy doors of City Hall swung open. Stepping out of the light was a breathtakingly handsome man with broad shoulders and an aura so powerful and dangerous it made my knees weak. His piercing, predatory gaze locked onto me, and his deep, magnetic voice dropped into the dead silence: "Sorry I'm late." I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Wait... THIS is the rumored deformed psychopath?!”