Infinite Love to His Substitute Bride

In the fall of 2015, Pamela Moore boarded a train from the countryside to Lanaster.

When she was nine years old, she was abandoned in the countryside and only brought back today for one reason - the Moore family wanted to marry their daughter off to Magnola Mansion.

It was said that the groom in Magnola Mansion was on his deathbed. The Moore family had two daughters, neither of whom wanted to marry him, so they brought Pamela back from the countryside to be the substitute bride.

Pamela sat on the berth, reading a book in her hands, when suddenly the door was pushed open, accompanied by a cold gust of wind and a smell of blood.

Pamela looked up and saw a tall and handsome man falling in from outside.

He fainted.

Soon, several men in black rushed in. "Boss, there's no one here. Let's kill him."

"Who said no one's here?"

The scar-faced man looked at Pamela.

Pamela unexpectedly encountered danger when this man suddenly fell into her carriage. The scar-faced man's eyes were filled with intense killing intent. Clearly, he intended to kill her to keep her silent.

She calmly glanced at the weapons in their hands and quickly begged in panic, "Please don't hurt me. I didn't see anything."

The scar-faced man walked forward, looking at Pamela's small face. She wore a veil, so her true appearance couldn't be seen, but her eyes were visible.

Those eyes were incredibly bright, full of charm and grace.

The scar-faced man had never seen such beautiful and dazzling eyes before. In an instant, he was captivated by her, and coupled with not having touched a woman for days, he immediately had evil thoughts.

"Pretty, we won't hurt you, but you have to serve us well."

Pamela's delicate eyelashes trembled as she pitifully pleaded, "I don't want to die. I'm terrified. I'll do as you say as long as you don't hurt me."

Pamela's gentle voice and pleading eyes made the scar-faced man disregard everything and pounce on her directly.

"Boss, you go first. We'll kill him and then have some fun with this girl."

In the midst of vulgar laughter, the scar-faced man put down his weapon and reached to undo Pamela's buttons.

But the next second, a small hand grabbed his wrist.

The scar-faced man looked up and met Pamela's bright eyes. She no longer showed fear and weakness in her eyes, but instead coldness and sharpness.

"You!"

The scar-faced man wanted to speak, but Pamela raised her hand and swiftly thrust a silver needle into the scar-faced man's head.

The scar-faced man closed his eyes and immediately fell to the ground.

"Boss!"

The other men in black were shocked and wanted to step forward, but at that moment, the man lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes and snatched the weapons from the men in black.

One after another, all the men in black fell to the ground.

It happened so fast.

Pamela sat up. She had long known that this man was pretending to be unconscious and that the blood on him belonged to someone else.

Pamela locked eyes with the man. He had deep and sharp eyes with two small abyss-like depths hidden within, capable of sucking anyone who met his gaze down.

"Mr. Kingsley, sorry we're late."

The rescuers arrived and began to tidy up in an orderly manner. The trusted subordinates handed a clean handkerchief to the man.

The man elegantly wiped his hands and then walked steadily to Pamela. He held her delicate chin with his well-defined fingers.

He squinted his eyes with a hint of amusement as he looked her up and down and said in a low, magnetic, "How do you think I should deal with you?"

With her chin held by his callused fingertips, Pamela was forced to look up at him. The man was tall and handsome, exuding an imposing and cold aura.

Although he had wiped his hands earlier, she could still smell the blood and the cold and imposing aura.

She had seen something she shouldn't have. It was difficult to come out unscathed.

This man was quite dangerous.

Smack!

Pamela slapped the man's hand away and sternly said, "How dare you! I am going to marry into Magnola Mansion!"

She was going to marry into Magnola Mansion?

The man raised an eyebrow, finding it interesting. So, she was his... bride?

"You're from Lanaster? Then you should know that the Moore family's daughter is going to marry into Magnola Mansion. This wedding is causing a sensation in the whole city. I am that bride. If something happens to me, you will get in big trouble. Let me go. I haven't seen anything and won't say anything!"

Pamela was truly disgusted by her stepmother, Janet Hall. Janet brought her back to Lanaster but only allowed her to take the train. However, this wedding she organized was extremely luxurious and sensational to win her a good reputation.

The daughter of the Moore family marrying into Magnola Mansion was the biggest gossip in Lanaster. Pamela bet that this man didn't want to cause trouble.

The man looked at her with interest. Today, he was targeted by a group of murderers hired by his business rivals, and meeting her was an accident.

Pamela was just in her early twenties. Although her face was pale and her clothes disheveled, her bright eyes shone with a dazzling light.

Most importantly, she was his bride.

The man shifted his gaze and left with his men.

Pamela finally relaxed a bit.

At that moment, the man turned his head, looked at her, and mouthed slowly, "We will meet soon."

...

The Moore family was having the wedding in Lillelau Mansion today.

In the bride's lounge, Donna Moore looked at her half-sister Pamela. "Pamela, you lost your mother when you were nine and later pushed our grandfather down the stairs. Even the fortune teller said you were a disaster, so Dad sent you to the countryside. This time, if it weren't for you coming back for the wedding, you would have stayed in the countryside for the rest of your life. So you better know your place!"

Pamela sat in front of the dressing table and calmly said, "Why do I hear a dog barking?"

Donna put her hands on her hips, "I'm talking to you!"

Pamela sneered, "I know, so you don't need to bark anymore."

Donna realized she had been tricked by Pamela. She looked into Pamela's bright eyes. Pamela had been wearing a veil since she returned, but her eyes made her appear as a stunning beauty.

Donna was extremely jealous in her heart, wishing she could gouge out Pamela's eyes. How could this country bumpkin be a beauty? She was just pretending and was obviously an ugly woman!

"Pamela, it's time to go!" Pamela's father, Ryan Moore, and Janet came in with a group of guests.

Janet was Pamela's stepmother. She had been once a popular actress in the entertainment industry and still maintained her youthful appearance even after giving birth to two daughters. She was often praised for her graceful and charming beauty.

Janet managed to become the mistress of the Moore family by successfully hooking up with Ryan and replaying Pamela's mother. With her cunning tactics, she now thrived in the world of wealthy and influential women.

Janet put a lot of effort into this wedding, and even Pamela's wedding dress was custom-made with a hefty price tag from Millhaven. Everyone praised Janet's efforts.

Pamela pretended to know nothing and showed the shyness of a bride. She eagerly looked towards the entrance, asking, "Why hasn't the groom come to pick me up?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Janet's expression changed.

Everyone started to look at each other in confusion. Didn't Pamela know that she was supposed to marry a terminally ill man?

Pamela's groom was unable to attend the wedding due to his health condition.

Ryan stepped forward with a guilty and evasive look in his eyes. "Pamela, the groom... is not feeling well today, so he won't be coming. You can just proceed on your own."

Pamela was taken aback but quickly put on a sweet smile and said, "Alright, then I'll go."

Pamela got into the luxurious car that was waiting to pick her up.

The guests watched as the beautiful bride left. It was said that she was a country bumpkin, but in the beautiful wedding dress, with a slender and graceful figure, she was clearly charming and ethereal.

Her innocent and obedient appearance aroused sympathy from the guests. They began to point at Janet and whisper.

Janet was nothing more than a stepmother trying to replace her own daughter with another girl for the marriage.

Janet's face turned livid as she realized that the control of the wedding, which was supposed to be in her hands, had been overturned by Pamela. She underestimated Pamela.

Nevertheless, there was still a long way to go, and she had ways to deal with Pamela!

...

Pamela arrived at Magnola Mansion and entered the newlywed's room.

The room was dimly lit with an eerie atmosphere.

Pamela's eyes glimmered in the darkness, and she approached the bed, vaguely seeing a man lying on the soft mattress.

He was her new husband.

Pamela reached out to check his pulse.

But the next second, her slender wrist was firmly held by long fingers, and everything started spinning.

Pamela was startled. Although her new husband was said to be terminally ill, the firm and powerful grip on her wrist indicated that he was a healthy man.

Who was he?

Pamela tried to knee him in his groin.

But the man was quicker. He easily dodged her attack and pressed her down, rendering her unable to move.

Fast, accurate, and merciless.

"Who are you? Let me go!"

"... "

Disgusting!

Pamela suddenly realized that the person in the room should be her new husband. However, her new husband was not ill at all but a strong young man.

Pamela quickly grabbed his hand. "I'm not moving anymore. What are you doing?"

"Will you scream?"

Scream?

At that moment, Pamela heard muffled voices outside the room. The maid stopped Wendy Kingsley, "Madam Kingsley, this is not right. Let's go back..."

"Hush." Wendy made a shushing gesture in annoyance. "I'll just listen!"

Wendy eavesdropped by the window.

Pamela considered getting up to see what was happening, but Landon Kingsley grabbed her shoulder and pressed her back down. "Hurry up and scream."

Pamela guessed that he wanted to put on a show for his grandmother and needed her cooperation, but...

"I won't."

Ah.

Feeling a chill, Pamela crossed her arms over her chest. After all, she was just a young girl, and she let out a low cry in shock.

Landon smirked. "Good job."

"... "

Pamela looked up, feeling violated!

Landon's hands pressed against her sides, trapping her in his robust embrace. Pamela blushed intensely.

"Keep screaming, or else I can't promise what will happen," he threatened in a low voice.

Trembling, Pamela closed her eyes and continued to scream.

Overjoyed, Wendy danced around and soon left.

Pamela quickly pushed him off her. This time, Landon released her.

With a snap, the wall lamp was turned on.

The dim yellow light filled the room, and Pamela sat up, quickly buttoning her dress to cover her delicate shoulders and fair skin.

She raised her eyes and looked at Landon.

Landon had already gotten off the bed. He was incredibly good-looking with perfect facial features. Every movement exuded a natural coldness and nobility.

But Pamela had no time to admire his handsome face. On the contrary, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

Because...

"It's you!"

He was the man from the train!

He was her new husband!

Pamela knew that she was going to marry a terminally ill man and made many preparations, but she never expected it to be him.

That day on the train, she had scolded him loudly, proudly proclaiming that she was the bride who would marry into Magnola Mansion. He must have found it amusing.

Landon smirked, the corners of his thin lips forming a smile that was both mocking and mysterious. "Recognized me, did you? I said we would meet soon."

Amusement glimmered in his eyes. William Cooper, the butler, had told him that the Moore family would send him a country bumpkin.

Well, he wouldn't mind as long as it pleased Wendy.

And besides, this particular "country bumpkin" was quite interesting.

But was she really from the countryside?

He had witnessed firsthand on the train how she made that scar-faced man fall onto her.