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?"

her carefully, studying

she looked a lot

was like the female version

other hand, didn't have even the slightest similarity

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

really investigated her, Arlene didn't think that he asked her to come here to

are the real daughter of the Woodsen family, it is your responsibility to pay off

clearly, looking

is already 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 was

snorted coldly when she suddenly remembered her

had always believed that Ayla was

and bring her back to their home, her mother wouldn't

expressions changed upon

Ayla was the humblest in the Woodsen family, so they sent her to

Arlene's identity for the rest of her life?

should just call you Lene.Do you think I will

to her and added coldly, "All I need is for you to pay

to make money.But if you don't mind, I'll serve you well tonight.I'm sure

his handsome

guests who come here every night will

me to be a

course, she

not any man could just touch

you're smart enough

deceived and fooled

conspired to do

"No way!"

her substitute before because she didn't want

would happen to her? She needed to be free to enjoy

it's not up

sat down on the sofa and

he also wouldn't let

wrong,

could do everything he wished and could get everything he

owes you money, go to him

would never agree to become

high

goal was to find a rich man she liked and

stay in this bar and let any random man touch

she believed

think I will let go

known

a man like him, it was

she was able to enter this place so easily, then she would find

around and

opened it, two burly figures stood in

this? You have to let me go.Ayla can also do

that she

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

was someone she could not afford to offend,

are the real daughter of the Woodsen family.No one is more responsible to pay for Clayton's