The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Lord Augustine’s attack was merciless, immediately crippling his right leg.

That was his first encounter with Lord Augustine, who was a devil in human form.

Ah!

He writhed in agony on the ground, letting out a howl.

Lord Augustine showed no intention of stopping. A sinister and bloodthirsty smile curled his lips, “You probably don’t need this left leg either, should I disable it for you now?”

Lord Augustine intended to cri pple his left leg as well.

“Lord Augustine, please don’t!” At this moment, Anabelle rushed over, hugging his sturdy waist tightly and refusing to let go. “Don’t hurt Brother Marcus. I know I was wrong. I’m sorry. I’ll go back with you now. You’ve already cri ppled Marcus’s right leg. If you disable his left leg too, I won’t forgive you.”

Only then did Lord Augustine halt his actions. He reached out, grabbing her delicate wrist, and pulled her away. He ordered, “Take Marcus back to me!”

Two black clad bodyguards dragged him away and took him to Allura’s room.

It was his first time entering Allura’s room, the legendary bridal chamber prepared by Lord Augustine for Anabelle.

He was unceremoniously dumped outside the door by the black-clad bodyguards. Anabelle’s eyes were red, and she wished to approach him, but a glance from Lord Augustine silenced her. “Madam Augustine, don’t provoke me again, understood? Dare to take a step forward and try it!”

Anabelle succumbed to the threat, standing motionless,

At this moment, Lord Augustine gestured towards the master bedroom. “Go inside.”

Anabelle looked at him.

at me like that? Tonight is

you surprised me so much tonight, I thought I’d return the

Lord Augustine was truly a master of torment, leaving him lying outside their bridal

Don’t let him

glance at him then turned to Anabelle. “Why haven’t you gone in

a few seconds before turning

transpired in the bedroom afterward since he hadn’t witnessed it firsthand. However,

delicate voice, restrained and hesitant, trying not to be too loud, sounding particularly intimate. “Lord Augustine, it hurts… I’m

Hm. A Lifetime of

“If it hurts, endure

leg injury and lack of timely treatment, he developed a fever and infection that night. As a

Augustine, who was sitting elegantly on the sofa. “Lord Augustine, you mock my leg, but 1 mock your pitiful state. You can only obtain Anabelle through

gazed at Marcus amidst a haze of smoke, his expression faintly amused. “I admit, on our wedding night, I might not have been gentle, it was forceful. However, our second time, third time, and countless times afterward were all

current expression with a

It’s impossible. Anabelle would

your leg was injured and you were hospitalized, I spread the word. No hospital in the capital city dared to accept you. You could have died from the

many rights, deliberately ignoring her. When she knew about

and she sat on my thigh, looking at my face carefully. To please

known any of this. Now, his pupils contracted, and the hand hanging at his side clenched into a fist. “Enough, stop

not what you imagine. Do you know how precious she is? For all those

the past. He could never defeat the

her wings and imprisoned her in Allura’s room. You’ve manipulated and abused her. You probably never expected that she would jump out of the gilded cage you