Eight months into Lucas Thorne's marriage, I got pregnant. But I'm not his wife; I'm just a substitute. The heiress of the Stone family ran away from her wedding, and I, who look 80% like her, was forcibly conscripted to take her place. Mr. Stone promised to give me five million dollars after a year. Now, a tiny problem has arisen. I hurriedly called him: "The person is found, switch back quickly! If we don't switch now, we won't be able to!" Without even packing my luggage, I was sent away overnight. Half a month later, I was feeding white pigeons on the streets of Paris, pondering what to do with the baby. Suddenly, I was scooped into someone's arms. The man gently stroked my cheek, his tone slow: "Wifey, have you played enough? Time to go home." 1 Being forcibly conscripted to marry Lucas Thorne was an unexpected event. I was buying grilled squid on the street when I was inexplicably grabbed. Burly bodyguards dragged me into a luxury car regardless of my protests. Thirty minutes later, I was delivered to a villa. In the villa's grand living room, a middle-aged man sat solemnly. As soon as he saw me, he picked up a teacup and threw it at me. His voice was like a bell: "Chloe, do you know the consequences of running away from a wedding? How did I raise such a daughter!" I dodged nimbly, avoiding the attack. The man became even angrier. "Dare to dodge? I raised you for so many years, you made such a big mistake and still dare to dodge?" Me: "Huh?" He grabbed his cane to hit me. I ran around the living room, screaming: "Who is Chloe? Don't hit me, you caught the wrong person!!" After I pulled up my photos, social media, and digital ID, he finally accepted the fact that I wasn't his daughter. I was just a passerby who inexplicably looked very similar to his daughter. As an apology, he compensated me with ten thousand dollars. I happily took the ten thousand and prepared to leave. But I heard the man say to me: "Miss Grace, seeing that you need money, I have a deal I want to discuss with you. There will be a heavy reward after it's done." One sentence stopped me in my tracks. There was one month left until the wedding. Chloe Stone ran away. If Chloe returns before the wedding, he gives me fifty thousand. If she doesn't return, I pretend to be his daughter and marry. The term is one year. Whether the person is found or not, I will be given five million. I needed money badly. In a moment of impulse, I agreed. "Wifey, zoning out at a time like this?" Lucas was dissatisfied, biting my lip: "Baby, if you're not good tonight, do you not want to get out of bed tomorrow?" Me: ! I snapped back from messy memories and quickly said: "No no, I'm super good! I have work tomorrow, please please." I blinked my eyes pitifully begging him. Lucas tucked my sweaty stray hair behind my ear and leaned down to kiss me. He whispered like a devil: "Too late." 3 My eyes were dull, staring into the void. Damn it, no one told me before marriage that Chloe's husband had such a strong desire. Mr. Stone told me his daughter and Lucas had a business marriage. They had only seen each other's photos and never met. And I look extremely like Chloe. So much so that Mr. Stone didn't believe it and did a paternity test with me. Unfortunately, we have no blood relation, just pure resemblance. I was heartbroken. The fantasy of being a rich young lady shattered. If I can't be the young lady, I can be her substitute, equally rich. Chloe couldn't be found. The meetings, dates, getting the marriage certificate, and the wedding proposed by Lucas were all handled by me, biting the bullet. On the wedding night, I sat in the bridal room wearing a wedding dress worth seven figures waiting for him. He pushed the door open, light and shadow swaying, elongating his shadow. Lucas's tone was calm: "Miss Stone is nervous?" I swallowed, fingers twisting the wedding dress uneasily: "That, next..." He loosened his tie, stating: "I have normal physiological needs." I was prepared before substituting; a newlywed couple couldn't have a sexless marriage. Lucas is very handsome. Figure is also very good. Six foot two, eight-pack abs, 7 inches... Cough cough. Anyway, I'm not losing out. Waking up the next day, I hugged the quilt pondering life. Lucas circled me from behind: "What's wrong, wifey?" "I didn't know I was this kind of person before." His voice carried the huskiness and satisfaction of waking up in the morning: "Hm?" I murmured: "Actually having sex with my husband on the wedding day, how am I so open..." He pressed me back. "The second day is also okay." At that time, I hadn't realized something was wrong. Maybe it was the first taste of intimacy, I was also a bit addicted. One day after being lovey-dovey with Lucas for more than half a year, I suddenly woke up. Wrong. I'm not his wife at all. 4 Half a year since the wedding. In the morning, I went to work at the Stone family's company. Before leaving, Lucas kissed me goodbye. "Wifey, I'll pick you up today, don't run around." I nodded: "Mm-hm." The first time Lucas came to pick me up, I ran to the snack street to buy grilled squid, chatting with the boss without looking at my phone. When I opened it, I found a pile of calls and texts from him. Wearing a suit incompatible with the snack street, he hugged me in front of the lively stall. He whispered in my ear with a voice only the two of us could hear: "Baby, if there's a next time, I'll punish you..." My ears turned red instantly: "Shut up shut up, no dirty talk in public!" He rubbed my head and pinched my ear: "Remember to tell me in advance next time, I worry if I can't find you." After that day, Lucas came to pick me up every now and then. I didn't feel anything wrong either. After work, I drilled into the car, hugging him and kissing. Kissed for a long time and still hadn't arrived home. I looked out the window and found the road was wrong. "Where are we going?" Lucas supported the back of my head: "You'll know in a while." Approaching the destination, Lucas put an eye mask on me. Another five minutes or so passed, he stopped with me. The eye mask was removed. The sunset poured over a garden full of red roses, magnificent and splendid. Behind, someone pushed a birthday cake forward. Amidst cheerful singing, Lucas lowered his head to kiss me. "Chloe, happy birthday." I wondered why he suddenly brought me here. Turns out it's Chloe's birthday. My mood was complicated. Right. The one married to Lucas is Chloe, not me. I'm not his wife. Seeing I didn't show happiness, Lucas was like a dog who did something wrong, asking nervously: "Don't like it?" I suppressed the messy thoughts and smiled at him: "Like it." The substitution period is one year. Now half a year has passed. I always thought there was still half a year, until a month later, Mr. Stone sent me a message. [Found her]
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