Substitute Bride: My Mysterious Loser Husband

Chapter 6

Word Count: 757 | Released on: 31/08/2026

fusal, a true and ter

was a pittance. I even went to shady underground loan shark

more frequent, the nurse's tone s

d my eyes, I saw Hannah's pale, tire

of breaking when

doptive Mother. The words felt lik

ome last shred of desperatio

t was smooth, coated in a layer of

d not

as if I hadn't been silent. "Your father and I

the hope like a drowning woman grabbing a pi

n help you, yes. But

knew it. "What condition

r sister, Sienna, is... unwell. She can't fulfill her marriage contra

ouldn't believe what I was hearing. "What?

d anyway. What's the difference who you marry? Rhys Knight might have a bad r

e knew the rumors about Rhys Knight. He was a disfigured, violent out

und. "Set for life? Fiona, a

you. You have two choices. One, you take Sienna's place, and we pay for all of Hannah's

dagger, each one aimed a

s turning white. I could picture her smug, t

igned just for me, waiting for me to

ruelty, their casual disregar

r back through two miles of freezing snow to the emergency room. When the Pierces locked me in the dark basement for breaking a vase, it was Hannah who snuck me bread through the crack under the

I had ever known. The only wa

dn't l

rd my own voice, trembling and distant.

nd businesslike. "Of course. The moment you agre

ine. Our lawyer will have everything prepared. The second you sign

eeling all the stre

dy broken. All of it was worthless in

the word scraping my

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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?!”