Substitute Bride For The Dying Billionaire

Chapter 5

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brain beginning to turn. "Send Erin? The Floyds

what? People change. We'll say she's 'filled out'. Besides, they're both your

Think about the money the Floyds promised. That trust fund! It's enough to set us up for life. Tiffy can go to

ctors said he won't last three months. Erin marr

of pure, unadulterated avarice. He could see it. The money. The easy life. And

pers weaving a net to trap a girl

Erin was finished. The last of Tiffany's things had be

he open window

tood in the middle of the scattered pile of her clothes, her face a mask of disbelief. Some of the garments had la

the fin

and screamed. It was a raw,

to kill you!" she shri

useless gestures. Realizing they were ruined, she let out another sob and began t

lly constructed artifice of the pretty, popular girl

ghboring houses were de

point, Erin calml

it re

aming face in perfect clarity. It captured her stomping an

ny's rage finally exhausted itself and she col

the video back once, a small, s

piece of

aled. They heard the commotion and went to the front window, just i

g to her mouth. Cletus just g

, and hurried out the front doo

time. He had to go face the new

if his feet were made of lead. He reached the door t

he k

o file on her phone's screen before sl

idn't open it. She leaned he

asked, her voice calm and

f nothing had happened, sent a shiv

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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.”