"I'm sorry, Marshall," my mother Olivia Bourn said, her voice trembling, "but we have no choice. We can't afford to offend the Davidsons."She pressed a handkerchief to the corner of her eye, pretending to be heartbroken. Watching her fake tears made my stomach twist.Everyone in Jezelworth knew who Abby Davidson was—she was practically the queen of the city. Half a year ago, an accident left her legs injured. Since then, she had become even colder and crueler, like a living devil.And the man she wanted to marry was none other than Wallace Bourn, the heir of the Bourns.But now, instead of Wallace, I was being pushed forward to take his place.I was the Bourns' adopted son, the "fake heir", so I was offered as a sacrifice.Wallace stood nearby, unable to hide the smug smile tugging at his lips.A lawyer's voice cut through the silence. "Mr. Marshall, once you sign this agreement, you'll officially become Ms. Davidson's husband. As compensation, the Bourns will pay you a generou
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