The Substitute Bride: Spoiled Wife Too Mysterious Chapter 1: Forced Marriage

The Substitute Bride: Wife's Too Divine Chapter 1 Marriage In the dimly lit basement.

Left Wanting, who hadn't had any water for three days, was already in a delirious state.

A face as small as the palm of one's hand is now completely gone.

Unwilling to die like this, the only remaining relative, grandmother, still needs to be taken care of, and mom's death hasn't been investigated clearly...

"Water... I need water..." Zuo Wanting strained, her lips cracking and parched, managing to utter the words with difficulty.

Suddenly, a chill swept through me. I instinctively opened my mouth wide, like a parched sapling in the desert, greedily gulping down the cool air.

A sharp, vicious voice echoed in her ear: "Well, well, Left Wanting. Still alive after three days? You must have a death wish!"

Zuo Wanting slowly opened her eyes. Right before her was Zuo Biting's enlarged face. In the dim light of the basement, her originally beautiful features looked extremely ferocious and frightening.

At this moment, he held in his hand a sodden, dirty rag, still dripping with murky water.

Left Wanting only then realized that the coolness she had felt in the middle of her dream just now came from here.

This is too much! This mother always finds new ways to torment him, while his own father turns a blind eye and even makes things worse.

Zoe took out her phone and opened a video call.

"You'd better take a look at this. If you don't marry into the Long family, just wait for your grandmother to collect you!" The cold voice coupled with the ruthless expression made Zuo Wanting's heart ache.

Never could I have imagined that my own father and his wife would use Grandma's life as leverage.

"I'm married!" She clenched her fist, her nails digging into her palm. "You better guarantee my grandmother... is safe and sound... or I swear, even in death, I will not let you get away with this!" Zo Wan Ting said through gritted teeth.

Today's losses, he will definitely get back tomorrow!

"My dear sister, why be so clueless? The position of head of the Dragon Family was always yours. Now I'm returning it to you with both hands. You should be ecstatic!" As the fiancée of the Dragon Family patriarch, Zuo Biting said with a sigh of relief and a hint of anger.

Long Jia Da's location!

This was the position he had been schemed out of by his stepmother and half-sister!

When his grandfather was alive, he had a betrothal with the old master of the Long family, intending to marry his grandson, Long Yao Ting.

It's a pity that my grandfather passed away two years ago. On the day of my engagement, my father had his illegitimate daughter, Left Biting, take my place directly.

Now, this mother-in-law and daughter-in-law pair are like glue, they're practically inseparable. It's a hot potato now to have them in the Long family home.

Because of the car accident a year ago, the Dragon family's prodigal son was not only injured but also became mentally disabled.

Three days later, the Long family came to pick up the bride.

The Long family's wedding was very low-key, with only one black Rolls-Royce.

The one who welcomed them was the steward of the Long family, Uncle Seven Shen.

A thin, taciturn old man.

Zuo Wanting had no dowry, only a meager suitcase she'd fought to bring. Inside were a few sets of old clothes and things left by her grandfather. Even this box was inspected several times by the Zuo family before they allowed her to take it.

Although we were once engaged, I've only seen him twice. Once when I was a teenager, my grandfather took me to meet his great-grandfather, and once two years ago when he came to our house to propose.

Back then, he had a cold face throughout the whole process. Like every Monday, Zhou Yi emanated an aura of aloofness, resembling an emperor above all, looking down upon everything around him.

Including Zuo Biting, who put on a fawning act, acting coy and sweet before him, he pretended not to see it all.

In his presence, one always feels a sense of shame.

That day, as if a superior emperor, Long Yating, lofty and aloof, casually uttered a sentence, but it resonated with power, cold and unfeeling.