Substitute Bride To The Alpha.

ed wife? To love and cherish forever, till death do you part?" Jared,

ened his face. "I do." He said and cheers erupted from the numerous attendees. Everyone w

s a swarm of guilt gripped my heart, accom

dded husband? To love and cherish forever until death do you part?" The m

tremble. Every fiber in my body screamed at me to yell 'No' and run out of

seem a little bit suspicious, luckily, the tears welling up in my min

f. "I do." I finally replied and the che

ince Roberto and Cassan

andra. I was Clara, and I was about

:

d, but I choose to u

able men, he would've understood that Cassandra never wanted to get married to him, didn't want to, and was tot

my father had

to Cassandra that day. He said I had to get married to him in her pla

do this fo

ated this, I hated this so damn much and I hated Roberto as well. For the past two days of our marriage, he had been tryin

uy my love with gifts? And he seemed to never give up despite how much I showed apathy towards t

wn a hamper in front of me. It contained various products; I could see c

owl, "And did I ask you to get anything for me

way as he stared at me, "Isn't it normal for

ling my Cass – in fact, don't even call my name. Why can't you ju

a loud sigh before speaking again, "I want to make this work, Cassandra. Please, just accept my gifts. I don't want to fight with you. I know we didn't have

uth that's full of shit. For an evil Prince like him with a callous and rut

ould go away. So I sighed and looked back at the hamper again,

and scanned my eyes over

assandra, fa

letter fin

lp but feel

thought of y

riage may have

ats true fo

moment we'v

r you has

s small poe

ve that I

sweet, I'll

u close, fo

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be

of— what sort of

you copy this from a greeting card?" I hissed, rising from the seat. "A poorly written greeting card, that is, it sucks.

Just try, please. We

n my room now, your majesty." I made sure to drag out his title, adding hints of sarcasm as I spoke it. And withou

ith a plop and face–down on my pillow. The event that just happened downstairs

would've lashed out at me but he didn't, instead, he didn't take my words to heart and responded

I huffed, telling myself as I rolled

delier that hung up, its yellow luminescent light brightened u

cially prepared it for me. He felt I might not be comfortable eno

he Roberto I'm seeing now doesn't match the sca

because he loves me

san

e is

the dial for the umpteenth time in the last forty–eight hours. The phone rang and rang and rang, but

ike her number was switched off. She just chose not to pick up. What's happening to her? What did

wondered just how my life would be as Roberto's Queen. Woul

ver, ever love Roberto. The man who took away my freedom, the man w