Substitute Bride For The Dying Billionaire

Chapter 7

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he confrontation. She changed into a clean black t-shirt and a fresh pair of jeans from the

ing table wa

e, wine glass-sat in the middle of the

with tired eyes and a permanent slump to her shoulders. She glanced at Erin with

a heavy ceramic plate on the table before s

a deep pink inside. Beside it lay a neat row of glistening, herb-flecked asparagus spea

ite of steak was bliss. She was starving. She ate slowly,

da listened to the faint, rhythmic

voice tight with resentment. "Acti

rim. "When she's full and satisfied, w

an expensive meal, they reasoned, was proof. She was g

wing hunger in her stomach. She wiped her mouth with

they made

s sat at the head of the table, Brenda at the opposite end, flanking

o be seen, likely sul

false, syrupy sweetness. "Erin, d

Her eyes went straight to Cletus. "

at he probably thought was a look of paternal concern. "E

hed out loud at

past," he continued, stumbling over th

tunity, Erin. A chance for you to get a lot of mon

of genuine curiosity in her eyes. She ges

e table. "You've heard of the Floyd family, right? The ri

reaction. But Erin's expression was a p

t was originally for your sister, Tiffany. But... Tif

ing. "There's a prenuptial agreement, of course. A huge one. And a l

d the only question that mattered. "Why me? If

xchanged a look. Th

y specifically want a Price daughter. They're very traditional. They believe our famil

rp sound. "Cut the crap, Cle

f balance again. The careful

cross the dining ta

leaned forward. Her voice was a strange, gho

she said, savoring the words. "It's

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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.”