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My Substitute Bride Wasn't Supposed to Bite

My Substitute Bride Wasn't Supposed to Bite

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Age Gap Romance/Arranged Marriage/Strong Heroine/Found Family/Revenge/Slow Burn Romance Nineteen-year-old Clarice Sullivan was forced by her scumbag father to marry Theodore Grant, a man of thirty-one. On their wedding night, Theodore, transformed into a ravenous wolf, left her utterly exhausted. "I thought you said you couldn't?" she muttered, rubbing her aching lower back. "Aren't men in their thirties supposed to know some restraint?" Theodore, irritated, pinned her down again. "Round two!" he growled. After marriage, Theodore switched into full protective-and-doting-husband mode. "Darling, my worthless father is trying to hit me again!" "Just wait," Theodore snapped, his temper flaring. He promptly dismantled the entire Sullivan family. "Darling, she drugged me-tried to hand me over to another man!" Clarice pointed accusingly at her wicked half-sister. Theodore's fury erupted. He slapped the woman hard across the face and ensured her reputation was ruined beyond repair. With Theodore's unwavering devotion backing her, Clarice repaid every slight and cruelty a thousandfold. When others criticized her for being spoiled, Theodore scoffed, "I'm the one who spoiled her-got a problem with that?"

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Chapter 1 Chapter 1 She's teasing her own husband.

The bar was deafening, but Clarice Sullivan was floating too high on adrenaline to care. She'd just pulled off a killer prank on her obnoxious half-sister, Lydia, and the thrill was still singing in her veins. This called for a celebration. She let herself go, drink after drink, melting into the euphoric buzz. So when her best friend, Chloe, leaned in with a wild dare, Clarice didn't hesitate.

"Alright, Clarice," Chloe yelled over the music, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Here's the bet: if the next person through that door is a guy, you go up and kiss him-right on the lips. No excuses. If you do it, I'll cover your drinks for a month. If you chicken out. you have to post that cringey baby photo of you in the bathtub on your Instagram story. Deal?"

"Deal! A bet is a bet-spit it out!" Clarice laughed. The buzz in her head kept her from realizing just how audacious this wager really was. Kissing a man! She seemed to have completely forgotten she was a substitute bride.

Perhaps her boldness came from her completely new look: pink hair, a black sequined crop top, and ripped denim shorts. But the real statement was her makeup - daring neon eyeshadow and blood-red lips. She looked nothing like her usual self.

Just then, the door swung open. A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped inside, silhouetted against the dim light. A man. Clarice's heart gave a rebellious leap.

"Go get him, tiger!" Chloe urged, giving her a push.

This was it. The ultimate act of defiance. She strode toward him, the crowd seeming to part for her. He was tall, so she had to tilt her head up, her eyes landing first on his perfectly sculpted lips. They looked. frustratingly kissable.

"C'mere, handsome," she breathed, rising onto her toes and closing the distance.

Her lips met his.

And for a single, shocking second, something felt. familiar.

Then, a vise-like grip clamped onto her wrist, yanking her away. "Get off me," a voice snapped, cold enough to freeze the air in her lungs.

Clarice stumbled back, her wrist throbbing. But the bet was won. She flashed a triumphant grin back at Chloe before turning, finally, to really look at him.

The world slowed to a crawl.

He was devastatingly handsome, with a jawline sharp enough to cut and eyes so intense they seemed to pin her in place. But his gaze was glacial, filled with pure, undiluted annoyance.

And. she knew that face.

Not from magazines or society pages. No.

The recognition hit her - she had seen that face in her bed.

"Theo-" The name choked in her throat, a strangled whisper. Her blood turned to ice.

Oh, god. No.

Theodore Grant. Her husband, and the head of the Grant family, one of Velmont's five major powers.

To nineteen-year-old Clarice, thirty-one-year-old Theodore seemed old enough to be her uncle. The rumors about him never ceased-some claimed he was grotesquely ugly, others that he preferred men, that he was impotent, or that his temper was so cruel and violent that no woman dared to stay.

The sight of him brought back the sickening truth of her forced substitution. Her father and stepmother had used her beloved older sister as leverage, threatening her until she agreed to become the sacrificial substitute in Lydia's marriage to the Grant family.

Good thing he didn't recognize her, honestly.

Of course he hadn't. How could he?

From the moment she had been delivered to the Grant mansion two weeks ago, their union existed only in the dark. He came to her room at night for wordless, intense meetings. He knew her body better than her face, having never seen her in daylight-and certainly not like this, rendered unrecognizable by layers of cosmetics.

The rumors of his coldness? She could confirm them.

But the rest. especially the one about his impotence? A hollow, soundless laugh escaped her. If leaving her breathless and unraveling her to the point of climax-again and again-was his idea of impotence, she dared not imagine what actual competence would feel like.

Clarice's heart beat like a frantic bird against her ribs. She had to go. Now. She couldn't risk another moment, couldn't give Theodore a chance to recognize her.

Turning on her heel, she fled the bar without a single word to Chloe.

On the cab ride home, Clarice grabbed her headphones to call Chloe and explain the mess.

But right as she was about to hit dial, her phone lit up with an incoming call.

"Ma'am!" It was Mr. Chambers from the Grant house.

"Hey, Mr. Chambers! Just finished up some study group stuff-on my way home now," she replied, cool as ever, lying without missing a beat.

"Mr. Grant will be back in about thirty minutes. He asked that you be ready."

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