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?"

looked at her carefully,

looked a lot

like the female version of

other hand, didn't have even the

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

that he

daughter of the Woodsen family, it is your responsibility to pay off your father's debt using

looking straight into her

me? That bitch Ayla is already your wife, isn't she? Can't she satisfy you, Mr.Clark? Well, I

coldly when she suddenly

believed that Ayla was a

and bring her back to their home,

changed upon hearing what she

the humblest in the Woodsen family, so they sent her to Brian and made her

hadn't investigated, would she take Arlene's

no, maybe I should just call you Lene.Do you think I will need a

is

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

caressed his handsome 

the guests who come here every night will definitely need it,"

to be a

course, she didn't

not

smart enough to

deceived and fooled the

conspired

"No way!"

as her substitute before because

that she was involved again, what would happen to her? She needed

it's not up

the sofa and looked

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

didn't do anything wrong,

man who could do everything he wished and could get everything he wanted, by all

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

to

high

goal was to find a rich man she liked and live

to stay in this bar and let any random man touch

all, she believed in her own

I will let go

already known

man like him, it

to enter this place so easily, then she would find it difficult to go

around and

burly figures

You have to let me go.Ayla

she realized

she knew that he was

could not afford to

my wife now, so I can do whatever I want to her.But you are different.You are the real daughter of the Woodsen family.No one is more responsible to