Chapter 1 Getting Married on Behalf of Caroline

Every woman was looking forward to marrying her beloved man.

So was I.

I married a man who I had a crush on for twelve years, in the name of my sister, Caroline Archer...

Although Caroline and I looked identical on the surface, I had been sent to an orphanage because of the negligence on the hospital's side as soon as I was born.

It was not until three years ago that I came back to Archer Family.

I, a wild girl, didn't fit the grand Archer Family. However, without parents by my side since I was a child, I was extremely discreet, hoping that I could get along with others of this family as well as winning the favor of my parents.

Consequently, when both my parents and Caroline had begged me to marry Patrick Cowell on behalf of Caroline the day before yesterday, I had consented immediately without deliberation.

On the one hand, it was because I loved Patrick Cowell. On the other hand, it was the first time that I felt that my family needed me. And I didn't want them to be disappointed.

It was already 12 p.m. Patrick left in a hurry after the wedding ceremony without even giving me any explanation.

Looking at the diamond ring in my hand, I felt inexplicably bitter in secret.

There came the sound of the engine of a car being powered off from downstairs, indicating that Patrick was back. I walked to the front of a mirror, tidied up my hair in a hurry, and walked out of the bedroom nervously.

Then I went downstairs.

Taking out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, I waited for him at the door.

Seeing Patrick come in, I put on a happy smile the way a wife should do, put the slippers beside his feet, and called, "Honey, you're back..."

Before I could finish my words, I smelled alcohol in the air, which was mixed with a strong perfume...

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain in my nose.

As for where he had gone tonight...

The answer couldn't be more evident.

Even so, I knew what my task was, which was that I got married on behalf of my sister. And the relationship between me and Patrick had something to do with the cooperation between the Archer Family and the Cowell Family."

Thinking of this, I still tried to smile despite the disappointment in my heart.

Ignoring Patrick's indifference, I followed him upstairs and called, "Honey."

As I looked up, I saw that Patrick had taken off his shirt. His strong muscles looked particularly sexy against the ambiguous light in the bedroom.

I instantly blushed and quickly turned around. As I was about to apologize, I felt a strong arm coming from behind me.

Before I could react, I had already been lifted. By the time I realized what had happened, I had been thrown onto the bed.

Although the bed was soft, I, who had fallen from a high position, felt that my back faintly ached.

I saw Patrick standing by the bed and looking down at me in a condescending manner with his angular face against the moonlight. Although I couldn't see his expression, I could sense the profound indifference on his face.

The next second, Patrick suddenly asked me, "What's your name?"

"Me?" His question startled me. Even so, I said, "Caroline, Caroline Archer..."

I was not Caroline Archer. Instead, my name was Charlotte Archer.

But I couldn't reveal my true name.

As soon as I responded, Patrick pressed down upon me directly. Then he grabbed my hair tightly with one hand and forced me to look at him into his eyes as he asked word by word, "Are, you, Caroline, Archer?"

Only then did I see his face clearly. There wasn't any warmth in his profound eyes at this time.

Instead, it was all hatred down into his bones!

When he said Caroline's name, inexplicable madness filled all over his pitch-black eyes.

It was in the middle of summer. Even so, my forehead was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat. And I was in a panic.

With my hair being pulled by him, I couldn't turn my face and could only look at him like this as I tried my best to nod.

Even so, I was overwhelmingly nervous in secret.

As Patrick saw that I admit it, his eyes became colder and colder. And he said, "Since you are here today, you should be aware of it. I, I have never been a kind person!"

As soon as he finished his words, I heard the sound indicating that the red dress of mine was being ripped open!

The next second, completely ignoring my resistance, Patrick got into my body directly...