Substitute Bride For The Rumored Ugly Billionaire

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y deserted. I looked out the window and wandered my gaze over the property, only to discover that

goosebumps rushed down all over my body. But what made me even more terrified was th

o words almost made m

going inside that h

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ings to do...'' His voice was ev

handle, my fingers began to shake. After I had eventually managed to exit

as I watched the car

d against following the tradition of newlyweds going on a honeymoon on the first night of t

t that events transpired in this manner; at least I was able to escape the depravity of Kelly and Clover. Having the knowledge that I won't have to see them every day has made me feel more a

ob, I was taken aback to find that it was not locked. I searched blindly for the switch of the light, turning it on when my hand touched it. Moreover, the sight of the entire pl

with my hand. How would I be able to relax

would first return to the house in order to pack my things. It never occurred to me that Raphael Stewart had other pla

eline for the kitchen, I noticed a little door on the left side of the room. I assumed that this was the

other door to peer through. As I walked towards the

ng it hammering so hard as I watched the black cat run awa

deep breath before moving on to

ing to go home? Based on the appearance of this residence, it appeared that no one was staying here. I was curious as to w

idea what I did wrong to piss him off. I don't know the reason why he agreed to marry Clover. Might it be for love? However, how w

s a contracted wife. And a contracted marriage doesn't involve any emotion towards each other. We're only married in p

I was exhausted, but I was pleased with how the house turned out as a result of my cleaning and arra

feet as I went. I passed a corridor connected to doors, and I came to a stop in front of one of them. I pushed the door open, and my jaw dropped in shock

ristine white sheets, and it seemed like someone was using them. When I realized tha

of the dust that adhered to the white dress that I was wearing, it had become a dirty white color.

me look like an old bride. There was dirt on the side of my ch

to wear. I couldn't help but bite my lip when I realized that every single item of clothing I was looking at was geared for men. I to

e here alone in this cold and quiet house, as if I were an object. What my mother used to say to me before she passed away was something that I

l sorry for myself. Why did my life take such a peculiar turn? I do not recall ever hav

a deep slumber, the thoughts running t