The Substitute Bride

As Stella opened the door, she saw Sheryl standing in front of her. She regarded her with a welcoming smile and said, "Madam, it's you."

Sheryl was meeting Stella for the first time. She was happy to find Stella to be so nice and welcoming towards her. Sheryl smiled back at Stella and asked, "Is Vicky here?"

"Yes. Madam, please come in." Stella welcomed Sheryl inside the villa. She brought her a glass of water and said, "Miss Ruan is upstairs. I'll ask her to come down and see you."

Stella didn't seem to be the least bit bothered about whether Vicky would feel embarrassed to meet Sheryl or not. Stella just followed Charles' orders and naturally thought very highly of Sheryl. Who the hell was Vicky? Just an unwanted burden! Stella couldn't give a damn about her.

Sheryl raised her hand to stop Stella. She looked around and suddenly felt a sharp sting in her heart.

Sheryl remembered that she had been in this villa before. After she had reunited with Charles, they had spent a few days with the kids in this villa. It was a wonderful memory. Nothing in this house had changed, except for the woman who was staying here.

Looking at Sheryl's face, Stella gauged at her state of mind. She felt that Sheryl was unhappy because Charles hid Vicky here. In fact, she could never understand why Charles had treated Vicky so well, even though Sheryl was the one Charles truly loved. She could never figure out the actual reason behind this. Nor did she dare to think too much along that line.

"Madam, Miss Ruan does live here. But Mr. Lu rarely comes to meet her. Every time, it's Miss Ruan who pretends to be sick and coaxes Mr. Lu to come here..." Stella informed Sheryl.

"Does Vicky fall sick very often?" Sheryl asked in a calm voice.

Stella did not expect Sheryl to come up with this question so abruptly. She was a little embarrassed and did not know how to answer it. She hesitated for a while and then stammered, "No, Madam. In fact, not too often, just occasionally..."

"Okay, thank you. By the way, what's your name?" Sheryl asked.

Stella said, "Madam, just call me Stella. Mr. Lu has kept me here to spy on... I mean to take care of Miss Ruan."

"Well, thank you, Stella. I'll have to go upstairs to see her now," Sheryl stood up and said with a smile.

As Sheryl climbed up the stairs, Stella had a frown on her fac

. She had to pretend that she wasn't in the least affected by Sheryl's words. Rather, she had to prove that Sheryl's assumption was wrong.

Rachel!

The name that once carried her identity… The name that had long been engraved into her bones, yet, as luck would have it, she had to drive that name out of her existence by force. It took her more than half a year of hard work to embrace her new identity. She had thought that this could give her a chance to turn a new leaf in her life. Therefore, she decided to make this compromise and appear as a new person in front of everyone.

But now, Sheryl had just reminded her that she was wrong, totally wrong.

Nothing had changed in her life, and nothing was ever going to change for her. She was Rachel, the girl who had been despised by the public and had nowhere to hide her face.

All of a sudden, Vicky's pupils constricted, and a strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Miss Xia, would you like to come in?" she asked gently.

Sheryl noticed the abnormality in Vicky. But when she came here, she was well-prepared. And she was not afraid of Vicky's plan.

"Okay, if you insist." Sheryl smiled.

"Come in, please." Stepping back into the room, Vicky put her right hand on the edge of the door.

Sheryl turned a blind eye to that and walked in quietly.

The moment, Sheryl entered the room, the door was slammed shut behind her with a bang. And then, it was followed by a fit of inexplicable anger.

Sheryl pursed her lips slightly. It seemed that someone wanted to trap her.