Substitute Marriage: Taming The Disabled Billionaire

The Linwoods stole my parents' company, held my grandfather's belongings hostage, and treated me like a servant.

Now, they forced me into a cheap dress to be a substitute bride for a disabled, notoriously ruthless billionaire, claiming their own daughter was sick.

But the moment I arrived at the monstrous Norton estate, the billionaire threw a fifty-million-dollar contract in my face.

I hadn't just been replaced; I had been sold.

The Linwoods didn't just want me to marry a man they feared. They hoped the cold-blooded Duncan Norton would eventually dispose of me.

If I died here, they would keep the money, their daughter would be free, and the only living heir to the company they stole would vanish forever.

I was trapped in a fortress, treated like garbage by the staff, and dragged to the hospital to visit the dying Norton matriarch, fully expected to be the "jinx" that finally killed her.

But my adoptive family didn't know I possessed an extraordinary, hypersensitive sense of smell.

Standing by the matriarch's bed, beneath the scent of lilies and disinfectant, I caught the rotting sweetness of a rare neurotoxin hidden inside her silk pillow.

The Linwoods were orchestrating a murder to frame me!

Instead of waiting to be slaughtered, I ripped the deadly pillow apart and saved the old woman's life.

Meeting the billionaire's shocked, analytical gaze, I stopped playing the terrified prey.

"We go to City Hall, and we make this marriage legally binding."

It was time to become the real Mrs. Norton and tear my adoptive family's perfect plan to shreds.