Substitute Bride For The Dying Billionaire

Chapter 6

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n a fatherly authority he had never posses

human barrier preventing him from entering. Her expression was un

placating her. "Look, let's all just calm down. Wh

ised an eyeb

. Brenda came flying up, her face pale with a

he was recording me!" Tiffany'

e crack in the door. "Delete it!" she hissed, her voi

amused smile. "Video? I have no

s little snake!" Brenda spat. "You p

ad a tantrum all on her own. I was just a documentarian. And second, you're the one

were thick. But their guilty faces

isfied. "You want me to delete t

bbed at the lifeline.

ehind her. "It's mine now. Tiffany can come get her t

I expect to be treated like a 'real' Miss Pri

he video was the priority. Tiffany's reputation, their reputation in th

. "Fine. We agree. N

gain." She casually pulled the phone from her pocket and gave it a little wave. "And don't even think about tryi

t technical enough to sound terrifyingly plaus

ely. He turned to Brenda, his voice heavy with de

d stomped down the stairs. A few moments later, she

the doorframe, arms

ed over every sequined top and every bottle of perfume. Every time Tiffany shot her a hateful loo

undercloud, his authority in h

ed, a landscape of empty shelv

rying. "I want a steak. Medium rare. With a sid

request. It

y, he pulled out his own phone and dialed. "Patty," he said into the receiver, his voice str

anging. When he hung up, she gave

o the room and shut the d

fade down the hallway. There was no joy in the victory, only a cold, hollow space in her gut. This was jus

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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.”