The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Mrs. Annabelle?

Hearing this name, Marvin’s handsome eyelids moved slightly. When he was very young, he had seen a portrait of Annabelle in his father’s study.

His mother, Lily, and Annabelle, looked very similar, but at that time, he could see the difference between the two people at a glance.

Back then, he was shocked. He raised his small hand and wanted to caress the face of the person in the painting.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him. It was as if there was a force calling out to him, and he wanted to get closer to the person in the painting.

But before his little hand could touch it, the study door was pushed open and his father appeared.

He still remembered his father’s frosty expression. His father had ordered him with a deep voice, “Get out! Remember, you can’t touch the person in this painting!”

At that time, his aunt had just returned. He stood outside and listened to his aunt and his father arguing in the study.

Hence, Marvin knew from a very young age that his father had only loved one woman in his life, and that woman’s name was Annabelle.

Because he was the son of his mother, his mother could not spoil him, and his father did not also like him, and he did not even have the qualifications to touch the painting of Annabelle.

His mother often told him that he was also a descendants of the Augustine family, but why did he have nothing?

In fact, it wasn’t that he didn’t have anything, but that he didn’t want anything. He had longed for his fatherly love since he was a child.

He was a doctor, but he had been healing himself over the years.

was much luckier, because Elvis met Olive, Olive reached out and

deepest regrets. Maybe one day he would marry a wife,

four years. In

that loving her was the best thing he had

feel that the world was actually treating him gently. He was willing to slowly

looked forward to meeting

familiar with her, so there’s no need to meet

Olive who

delicate skin, making it itchy. Olive smiled and said, “Mr. Augustine,

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her soft waist. “Calculate carefully. Where have you been spending your

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you tonight. This should be a good proof

understood what he meant. “Mr. Augustine, have

didn’t utter another word, as he lowered his

on the street, but in the early hours of the morning, there was no one

push him away, but his muscles were hot and hard, and his body temperature seemed to be burning. It was as if he hadn’t touched a woman

little hand, but Elvis grabbed her hand and dragged it down