Substitute Bride For The Dying Billionaire

Chapter 3

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The Price family stood frozen, pinned in

ing in the faux-Tuscan decor and the oversized television. "I'm tire

e'd pulled the

shrieked, her voice cracking. "

guest room upstairs," he offered weakly, trying to find the pat

e regained a sliver of her confidence. "Follow me, hick sister," she said, her voice dripping with condescen

tairs, fully expecting Erin to tra

Erin's lips, so faint it wa

look of relief. Maybe the worst was over

lacking with every step. At the end of the second-floor hallway, she stopped

ed right

f double doors marked the entrance to the master suite. Tiffan

nderstanding dawned, and she scrambled after Erin, blocking the doo

her expression as placid

hed out and s

ffany, teetering on her ridiculous shoes, had no balance. She

hed brass handle and

n explosion of pink and white, with lace trim on everything. The walls were

med, rushing in after he

t and pulled open the doors. Racks of brightly colored clothes

ny, her face a blank mas

ore adding, "It was my mother's room, originally. Sh

her dagger. Cletus and Brenda, having cautiously followed th

with rage. "You're dre

s done

cheap chiffon monstrosities, and with a single, powerful tug, ripped them

iffany

p. With a sweep of her arm, she scraped the entire contents onto the plush carp

sob and lunged at her, tryi

ht her by

d out in pain, feeling the bones in her wris

n Tiffany's ear. "You touch me again, and the next scar i

in place. The rage in her eyes was inst

pushing her away li

down, scooped up a massive armful of Tiffany's discarded clothes from the

a bizarre confetti of polyester and regret, before l

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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.”