The Sick Tycoon's Unwanted Substitute Bride

Chapter 4

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the basement window. Frieda sat on the floor, her back ag

heavy wood swung open, letting in

against the concrete. The fake sweetness from last nigh

d nails dug deep into Frieda's skin. "Get u

d at Meredith. "I am not doing anythi

ge. She raised her hand and swu

aught Meredith's wrist in mid-

e wrist back. "D

ing room upstairs. It was Russell. A h

color of ash. He looked at Meredith. "Madam. The Ter

e stumbled backward and hit th

She pushed past them an

e living room a

s sat parked on the front lawn. They looked like a fleet of hearses. Dozens

shook violently as he held a piece of pink

the paper. It was

se. I took a flight to E

tion. Blair's selfishness h

, and let out a piercing wail. She colla

k front door

ll family, stepped inside. His face was carved from stone. He did

Pierce asked. His vo

eat from his forehead. "She... she is just

errell gives you fifteen minutes. If the bride is not in the car by

lack-suited guards pulled the doors

. His bloodshot eye

could step back, Russell dropped to his knees. His

e stared down at hi

eamed down his face. "Please, Frieda. Save

bed the hem of Frieda's damp coat. "We fed

who had made her life miserable for

am not paying for Blair's cowardice. I

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“I am the adopted daughter of the Dillard family, a medical student surviving entirely on a full scholarship. But when their family business faced bankruptcy, my adoptive parents decided it was time for me to pay them back. My sister refused to marry a rumored "dying freak" from the wealthy Terrell family, so they forced me to take her place. When I refused, my adoptive father showed me a flawless, disgusting AI Deepfake video of myself. "Sign the marriage contract, or this goes to your medical school." To save my hard-earned future, I was shoved into a wedding dress and shipped off to the Terrell estate. But my nightmare had just begun. My new husband was the exact same dangerous, sick man I had accidentally injured while escaping an attacker the night before. He didn't recognize me in the light, assuming I was just the greedy, gold-digging Dillard daughter. He humiliated me, forcing me to sleep on the floor and clean shattered crystal with my bare hands. As the sharp shards sliced into my skin and blood pooled in my gloves, I didn't shed a single tear. He told me I had a three-month trial period as his wife before he threw me out. I calmly wrapped a band-aid around my bleeding finger. Three months is exactly what I need to find the original Deepfake file, ruin my adoptive family, and escape this monster for good.”