Substitute Bride For The Dying Billionaire

Chapter 2

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hung in the air,

dare you speak to me like that?" she shrieked, pointing a tremb

a rabid dog and a rattlesnake. "Erin, please," he mumbl

redator's focus. "Why wouldn't I dare? Should I remind you how y

or drained from both Cletus's and Brenda's

slightly agape. This was clearly a chap

you were there every day, weren't you, Brenda? Not to offer comfort. To se

da stammered, her lips trem

ll me, Cletus Price. Swear to God that you didn't m

stared at the floor, his s

ather's bowed head. The confusion in her expression was sl

oftening slightly, but losing none of its edge. "It was the last thing my mother gave me. After she died,

room for argument. It made Tiffany's

klace from her throat and threw it on the floor.

e silver locket lying on the

ce returning to its flat, hard tone. "

recovered from the shock, and now she saw an opening,

inted nail. "I think Patty was cleaning out the storage closet a whi

cleaning lady. The insul

s. A palpable chill radiated from her, so intense that even

point. "Don't what? Tell the truth? Who keeps a box of dead person's du

own venom. "Yeah, 'sister'," she sneered. "It's probably

the breakdown. For the satisfyi

ever

. It was a quiet, un

roll up the sleeve

hite, and jagged, a long, ugly line running from her wrist almost to t

h the fingers of her other hand

w I got this?"

smerized and confused

d, you got drunk, Cletus. You were angry I hadn't heated up your dinner. Yo

He looked like he was going to be sick. The m

stood there. You said I deserved it. You said

any. "And you were peeking fro

e. When she looked up, the smile was gone. In its p

ou gave me. Now I'm back to sett

bored i

with my mot

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Substitute Bride For The Dying Billionaire

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“Erin drove her rust-spotted pickup to her childhood home, dragging a heavy chainsaw to the front porch. She cut straight through the expensive oak door, stepping into the living room to demand her late mother's ashes and belongings. But her stepfather, Cletus, and his new wife, Brenda-the woman who married him just a week after the funeral-refused to hand them over. Instead, they saw a twisted opportunity to save their precious daughter, Tiffany. They demanded Erin take Tiffany's place in an arranged marriage to the Floyd family's dying heir. If Erin married the terminally ill man, they promised a million-dollar trust fund and the return of her mother's ashes. If she refused, they would throw the ashes into the county landfill. They sneered at her faded jeans and the scars they had given her, assuming this feral, abused girl would easily fold under the threat of losing her mother's memory. They even planned to secretly pocket the two hundred thousand dollar cash bridal settlement for themselves, leaving Erin to become a doomed, grieving widow. How could they be so brazenly cruel, using a dead woman's remains to sell off a daughter they had tormented for years? But they severely underestimated the monster they had created. Erin didn't cry or break down. "I want one hundred thousand dollars in cash before I leave, or the marriage is off." With a blackmail video of Tiffany secured on her phone and a briefcase full of extorted cash in hand, Erin packed her bags for the Floyd estate. She was going to play the perfect bride, and then she was going to destroy them all.”