Substitute Bride: Curing The Disabled Billionaire

Robert Hayes stated. The words hung in the cig

ather sofa like a smug cat. She chose the single armchair farthest from the

o honor that

ilent. She adju

is is a sacrifice. But your sister, Chloe, is so youn

they wrapped around a porcelain coffee cup. They had broug

ref

a whisper, but it sliced

k. "You have no right! This family has fed

harpening into a razor‑thin smile as she turned

ross the coffee table. It sto

zed, her stomach twisting into a hard

cial report on your grandmother's death," she purred. "An ac

s turned white. Her grandmother-the only person w

worry some unfortunate new evidence might find its way to the police. It would

es couldn't hide the chill in her eyes. It was a blu

last words echoed:

ed, she needed access, power,

en warned to fear, suddenly looked l

id flatly. She needed c

ged a triumphant glance

heckbook from her purse. She scribbled a n

folded it, and tuck

s the w

aid. "The Sinclairs

d. "I und

oor, her back straight, her small

u get to the Sinclair estate, remember who

nd. A tiny, ice‑cold

or, shutting out

y weak. She took off her glasses. The meek, plain girl vanished,

a quick, encrypted message: Plan B