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"She really looks like her."

"I'll pay you a million. Be my substitute wife for a year. After that, you're free."

Do I look like I'm poor to him? He'd be embarrassed if he only know how many zeros were at the end of my bank account balance.

"Where's your real bride?"

"Six feet under," he casually answered.

"How's my daughter?" asked my oh-so-called rich father.

I could feel how fast my heart was beating. I felt anxious and scared. What if they find out that I'm a fake? I don't want to die again.

Can I successfully get through this one-year contract with my limbs still intact?

I think I'm starting to regret reading these kinds of books.