All Chapters of The Grand Tutor's Replacement Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The conditions were overwhelming, but my sister gladly accepted the terms on my behalf and brought me to the Lesley Estate. I followed her because I loved her. Because she had stood up for me numerous times when she visited the temple for prayers and saw people bullying me. I followed her because each time she saved me, she'd tell me, "Hang in there, Sister, I'll bring you back home soon." I believed her because she was my twin sister. Because she was very kind and had no reason to hate or bully me. However, getting to the estate, I didn't get the kindness I expected. Rather, it was more rules. “Never ever take off your veil. And I don't want you anywhere near the main manor.” My mother spat with fury. “In this estate, you're nothing but a servant who regrettably shares my daughter's resemblance. The day you expect a familiar bond, that day you leave this kingdom,” My father groaned with face twisting with rage. “You're not allowed to cook, serve or eat from anything th

Me? What did I do this time? Her trembling finger shot in my direction. The room went silent again. All eyes on me. “She’s the one behind all of this!” My breath caught in my throat. All of what? “She’s lying!” the maid screamed, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. “She has always envied our lady! Always!” Gasps erupted. “She couldn’t stand that Lady Jeanine was loved and blessed and chosen!” I shook my head, each word striking like a whip. “Th–that's not tr—” “And today—today was her last day!” the maid cried hysterically. “So she tried to deceive the Crown Prince!” My heart stopped. What?! “Deceive…?” someone whispered. “Yes!” the second maid sobbed, clutching her chest. “She must have used some dark, forbidden method to fake a mate bond!” My legs grew weak. What kind of logic was that? Who fakes a mate bond? "Fake a mate bond? How is that possible?" someone who had a slight resemblance to my father asked. It was my father's brother. I'd seen him an

I was led into my father's study, in the main manor, a building my mother had specifically forbade me from ever getting close to. Standing in the midst of bookshelves and sophistication, I felt like an intruder in a world that wasn't mine. The space was vast, dark, and suffocatingly elegant. Polished wooden floor and shelves stacked with books lined the walls behind my father, who was sitting behind the desk, gloomy eyes on the letter before him. He'd broken the seal, read the letter, and it seemed that the message didn't sit well with him. An middle-aged woman sat before my father, legs crossed. She looked elegant in a way that's unsettling. When I entered, she turned to give me a look. However, that look sent a chill down my spine for some reason.The guards closed the door behind me and left. Unsure why I was brought here instead of the pit and gallow, I lowered my head, unwilling to dwell on any more painful memories. Instead, I chose to notice how the wood was cold against