Her Substitute Husband

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ll out almos

y the minute I try to feel his pulse but I can't feel anything. I place my fingers wa

are you?. I scream at my father scratching

other's room. The door is slightly ajar. I see her , she's sitting on the floor crying, her face covered in bruises , her nose bleeding. My father must have found out that she helped Malihor into the Mansion and as usual he hit her for her

at a big church. He stops the car there and steps out to make a call. He comes back in

re you're getting ma

rrow,what about the guests. I say to him frantic. He doesn't utter anoth

man wearing a balaclava. They're all responsible for the death

nd his smoking a pipe. He comes close to our car and the balaclava man comes down to meet him. They say something for a while and then the balaclava man comes to

l. The balacl

r's eyes his are inexpressive and chatoyant. When he looks at me his gaze is intense and in sharp contrast with his playboy features. His gaze tells me one thing he

Ammitel says. Grinning slight

lotte I thi

Charmaine I

ied to him t

d what he is sayi

w put on that veil the p

lking to t

married in my ni

eil and walk your ass down that Church. He says to me, His voice is wicked and

s. True he was the spitting image of the man before me but he appeared more polished and civilized. Most import

are you?. I say t

keep the priest waiting. I may be

Ammitel then I wouldn't

d to an imposter the d

have to marry me Lottie, I'm not a pa

tone. I want to do what he says but I remember Mal

l you tell me who you're are. I

heris I'm h

icken out? I mock. My jest doesn't sit well with him and

otte the least you and your godforsaken

k but he's pressing hard against my throat

ne says and he loosens his g

ull breaths the balaclava man picks me from the floor and drags me into the church. The frantic priest off