The Sick Tycoon's Unwanted Substitute Bride

ieda the second she pushed throug

thin trench coat in seconds. She dug into her clutch with

one tumbled from her grasp. It

age truck roared down the narrow alley. The m

closed her eyes. The rain mixed with the cold sweat on her f

around her body and walked

of the Dillard family villa in Long Island. She stood

, but the air was suffocating. The sh

rsian rug. He gripped a gold-plated phone to his ear, beg

of frustration and hurled the phone at the

e wanted to slip down the stairs to her

illard hurled her red wine against the white

up flawless, screaming at h

g freak who could drop dead

daughter. "The Terrell family trust fund

y life away just because Dad got caught by the FDA

he words clicked in her head. The family

aking finger at Blair. "You ungrateful brat. We raise

company!" Blai

er hands. The family w

from her wet clothes seeped into her bones

ase on the entryway table. It wobbled and tipp

eaming

ped toward the entryway.

ng form. A nasty, calculating light sparked in B

instantly. The rage vanished, replaced by a s

s assessed her like a piece of meat on a bu

I had an accident. I just

dry towel into Frieda's hands. He

he stopped right in front of Frieda and reached

" Blair said. Her voice was sweet, dripping

away. "I'm a medical stude

d bride. The contract doesn't specify which one. And that dying fre

oked at each other. A silent, horri

er ribs. The air left her lungs.

but heavy with a threat. "We need to talk about how