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

Arlene looked at the man sitting in the middle, and he immediately attracted her attention.

His handsome face and unruly temperament made her red lips curved into a charming smile.

"Sir, are you looking for me?" she asked.

As she spoke, her fair arms clung to his arm.

"Miss Arlene Woodsen?"

His voice was so cold that Arlene felt like she froze for a moment.

Her brows furrowed, wondering how did this man know her real name.

She had always used the name Lene everywhere.

Even when she went abroad and went back, she had used the same name.

If this man knew who she was, it meant that he had investigated her.

But she didn't want to confirm her real identity to him.

"Sir, my name is Lene."

She smiled seductively and leaned over to him.

"Really? Your father mustn't have told you who I am."

Brian pushed Arlene away.

His sharp and deep-set eyes glared at her as if he could already see through her.

"Who...who are you?" she couldn't help asking.

She had never been a curious person, but this time, he aroused the spirit of inquiry in her.

"Miss Woodsen, let me tell you this.Your father helped you escape from my control and let your so-called sister be your substitute.Have you been living a comfortable and contented life since then? Enjoying your freedom? I heard that you come here almost every day.Should I thank you?"

Brian said coldly without taking his gaze away from her.

He noticed that the expression on her beautiful face slightly changed.

Was it fear? Back then, was she so scared of him that she let someone replace her? She must be very happy after that.

"You...you are Mr.Clark?"

Arlene's face turned deathly pale, and she leaned against the sofa feebly.

For a moment, she was too shocked to move.

She knew that Brian was so powerful, so she thought that he was a bad old man.

It never occurred to her that he was young, handsome, and so mature.

If she had known, she would never have refused to take the crown as Mrs.Clark.

"So you know me.That's good then.You must also know why I've asked you to come here, right?"

at her carefully,

a

like the female version

on the other hand, didn't have even the

"I...actually don't know."

that he asked her to come

daughter of the Woodsen family, it

clearly, looking straight into her

your wife, isn't she? Can't she satisfy you, Mr.Clark? Well, I must not be surprised.That woman has always been lifeless since she

when she suddenly remembered her

always believed that

Ayla and bring her back to their home, her

Jaime's expressions changed upon hearing what

so they sent her to

hadn't investigated, would she take Arlene's identity for the rest

maybe I should just call you Lene.Do you

need is for you to

money.But if you don't mind, I'll serve you well tonight.I'm sure you will be satisfied.What

his handsome 

guests who come here every night will definitely need it," he said coldly, shaking her

me to be a bar

course, she didn't

different men, not any man could

you're smart

being deceived and

Clayton, Arlene, and Ayla conspired to do such things to

"No way!"

substitute before because she didn't want to lose

would happen to her? She needed to be free to enjoy her time, her youth, and

it's not up to

sat down on the sofa and looked at

didn't only want to keep her, but he also wouldn't let Ayla go.The Woodsen

wrong, so they couldn't blame

and could get everything he wanted, by all means,

Mr.Clark, if my father owes you money, go to him and ask him

agree to become a lowly

high

find a rich man she liked

in this bar and let any random man touch

all, she believed in her own

think I will let go of

known that

for a man like him, it was

enter this place so easily, then

turned around and

when she opened it, two burly figures stood in front

this? You have to let me go.Ayla

only then that she realized that

be good-looking on the outside, but she knew that he was

was someone she could not afford to offend, let

so I can do whatever I want to her.But you are different.You are the real