The Sick Tycoon's Unwanted Substitute Bride

Chapter 7

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assive, black four-poster bed. A

screen illuminated his face. His skin was pale, almost

de no sound on the thick rug. She squinted,

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ice. It was him. T

her hands against the heavy wooden door. She grabbed the

t the wood, her breath comin

he bed. A cruel, mocking

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er chin, letting her wet hair fall forward to hide

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screamed at her to run, but she forced her feet t

down at her. "You are a product bought

e anger. She needed him to hate the 'Dilla

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yes cast down, st

tention for a fraction of a second. He frowned. It was just like hers. The girl from the dark room. But he immediately dismissed the

e, wiping his hand on his p

"But I decide how long it lasts. You have three month

as enough time. Enough time to find the ori

ed directly into his violent

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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.”