The Substitute Bride: Making Memories Of Us (Lois Stone)

Ayla sat up and said, "I don't want to stay here."

She despised living there, more so after Anna called Brian.

Brian advanced towards her and angrily threw back the covers.

"Then don't sleep tonight!"

How could this woman be so ungrateful? She was clearly taking advantage of his kindness.

Brian had ruthlessly tortured her throughout the night.

She felt too weak to beg for mercy.On Chinese New Year's Day, Ayla only awoke at noon.She was in Brian's room.Her body wracked with pain, making any kind of movement difficult.

She promised herself that she would not act tough in front of him in future for her own safety.On the other hand, Brian seemed unperturbed.

Lounging in a black robe, he looked laid-back, yet elegant, as he savored a glass of red wine.

"Are you awake? Get up! Quit pretending to be asleep!"

Brian had noticed her eyelids flutter, but she quickly pretended to fall into a slumber again.

Ayla awoke, draped herself in the thin quilt then picked up the phone.

She requested Maria to bring her a fresh set of clothes.

The maid came up from the first floor, clothes in hand and greeted Ayla warmly, "Good morning, Mrs.Clark."

She took the clothes and disappeared into the bathroom.

After a while she stepped back into the room, beautifully adorned.

As Brian placed his glass down, he instructed her, "Go downstairs and prepare lunch if you are ready.We have to go out this afternoon."

She knew that she would be forced to accompany him, but she had no idea that he would take her to the entertainment club.

"Are you working on the first day of the Chinese New Year?"

She stood at the door, fearing to go beyond.The parking lot of the entertainment club was choked with various cars.

The club was pretty lively even for the daytime.

"No," he replied softly, as he walked in, holding her around the waist.

As they pushed the door and entered the luxurious private VIP room, Ayla was consumed by nausea.

She was allergic to the smell of alcohol and cigarettes and swooned into a bout of coughing.Anna was heartbroken to see Brian holding Ayla so lovingly.

Nevertheless, she approached him and with a smile, she said, "Welcome, Brian! Everyone is waiting for you!"

the vibrant and lively private room was followed by a sudden hush,

"Please, continue to play."

at Ayla and asked her, "Can you play

She shook her head.

"No."

games were

girl who

her to

on the sofa and poured

don't wish to learn how

didn't want to become addicted to gambling like he had.She

Clayton destroyed because of his gambling tendencies?The Woodsen family was ruined by

the automatic mahjong table and remarked, "Observe carefully.You will learn quickly.It will be useful to you

to

she stared at this conundrum, her mind

they were young, Clayton always took Arlene to the amusement park or ski resort for two weeks at

little house behind the Woodsen family's villa, reading

hand out to

aback, she asked, "What's the

a cup of

she became absent-minded when she was

"Okay."

to reality, she quickly brought him a cup

someone bumped into her and the tea

held her hand and asked, "Why are you so clumsy?

sudden concern

fine.The tea

pushed his

people gathered around

it appropriate for him to behave like this?He looked at her and enquired, "Are

said, "Miss Woodsen, come along with me.I'll get you a change of clothes.I have

looked at Brian,

change of clothes

off to another room on the same

breathtakingly beautiful and of a magnificent

crystal chandelier that

seat.I bet you are not used to being suffocated

continued with

doesn't matter,"

a choice, she would never have

if you really want to be with Brian then it doesn't matter where you end up,

towards the

asked, "Miss Woodsen, what kind of clothes do you prefer? Feel free to select whatever you wish to wear.Brian has spoiled me rotten by buying me such a huge selection of clothing.My wardrobe is bursting at the seams as a result of his generosity.There's more for you to choose from.Ayla glanced at the designer clothing that shimmered in

rather wear my own