Substitute Bride For The Dying Billionaire

Chapter 4

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da! My

ed, as her prized possessions rained down onto the grass like e

of tears and fury, trying to claw back

by her own momentum, missed entirely and s

n the scene of utter chaos: the ransacked closet, the floor littered with mak

torted in a mask of rage. She lunged for Erin, her fingers with their b

p back, a small, precise movement that cau

was a mess of smeared mascara and tears, her expression one of pur

umsy, teleg

motion. She pivoted on the ball of her foot, a

ven register the move

ean, echoing in the sudden

there for a stunned second, her hand slowly rising to her cheek, where fi

d, and a loud, wailing

a girl who had never

rgetting Erin entirely and r

nto action. He pointed a trembling finger at Erin, his v

f any emotion. "First, she's not my sister. Second, she came at me. And third..." Her gaze sh

med dart, striking Cletus and Br

r face in Brenda's shoulder. "Make her go to

red. A cold, reptilian venom. She knew now. Brute force wouldn't work. This girl wasn't just angry; sh

her on her terms. Th

greed, began to work furiously. An ide

by, it's okay. Mommy will handle it." She shot Cletus a look, a quick, meanin

ger, and something that might have been a flicker of shame-before turning and fo

Let them go. Let them plot.

a cold compress for her cheek. Then she grabbed Cletus b

ffany's muffled sobs could s

issed, her voice low and urgent. "

ty. "So what do we do? Call the cops? Tell them she hit Tiffy? And

course we're not calling the cops. We're going to s

, confused. "What ar

ht. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspir

n't you? That business

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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.”