Substitute Sisters: Wrong Marriage, Right Love

In this life, my sister deliberately chose the day when she was disfigured in her previous life to marry Brock.

I could say that she was quite happy in this life, since the Carney Family was obedient to her. Not only did they hire a luxurious wedding team, they also hired an embroiderer to make a wedding dress for her.

Those things that I never had in my previous life made my sister very satisfied. So, she took the drooling Brock on her arm and happily got into the wedding car, while I stood there and waited for a long time.

It was almost dark when I saw Keith driving a black car and parked in front of me.

There was no dowry, wedding dress, or team that accompanied him. It was just him that came to pick me up.

Before getting in the car, I took one last look at the door that my mother couldn't wait to close. I could see that she sighed silently, since she couldn’t see her favorite daughter married to a celebrity.

So, starting from that day, I decided that there was really no need to miss that kind of home.

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In the driver's seat.

The man pulled down his mask, his deep eyes filled with half guilt and half inquiry. Then, he called my name in a clear voice, "Stacey, even if I have a special profession, we don't have to be so low-key. I can give you the sense of ceremony that should be given."

I followed the sound and looked towards the man, suddenly my heartbeat became chaotic. Keith was much more handsome in person than in the poster or MV.

"It's okay. Can you get out so I can drive for you? I know you rarely drive, so just take it easy," I said.

After I changed places with Keith, I quickly stepped on the accelerator and left the place that was not even home for me.

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The car moved forward. 

Soon, the scenery on both sides of the road became more and more unfamiliar.

Keith didn't know what I was thinking and asked doubtfully, "Where are we going?"

I pursed my lips and said casually, "My secret base. We will be husband and wife from now on, so we need to be honest with each other."

The word frank came out.

But Keith didn’t know what to think. His earlobes just instantly turned red and he decided to not speak anymore.

As we came to a community, I braked and parked the car in the backyard.

Keith looked around and was about to get out of the car when a figure suddenly appeared next to the passenger window.

The man reached out and knocked on the car window. Then, he said calmly, as if he was harmless, "Keith, I am your fan, can you sign an autograph for me?"

When meeting a fan in the wilderness, Keith's expression changed drastically.

Instead, I directly locked the doors and windows, then counted down silently.

"Three, two, one."

The policeman in the ambush leapt out at the right time.

Wearing the strictest protective clothing, they instantly took control of the slender boy, who was ready to splash sulfuric acid at any time, by the car window.

The boy felt that his plan was perfect without realizing that he had already become a turtle in the jar.

After being captured by the patrol car, he screamed, "Keith, you are shameless. Why did you call the police to arrest me? You are an idol after all. Are you worthy of getting married? I'll kill you. I'm going to kill you."

Since he was manic and impulsive, the police brought him down with an electric baton.

"Take it away."

In my previous life, after the acid incident, the boy's crime details and identity information were all revealed by netizens.

They indeed scolded Keith for marrying young. But they also blamed Keith for not controlling the fans and allowing the tragedy to happen.

They spoke righteously and sternly, as if all tragedies happened because of Keith's existence. 

After all, netizens were always right. So, thanks to them, I could easily read that seventeen-years-old boy’s movements in my second life, without ruining my face first.

But I find it extremely ridiculous. Was that bastard fans considered fans after all?

To tell you the truth, I contacted the police in advance to nip the crime in the bud, not only to protect myself, but Keith also.

Keith's parents died young, so he and his sister had been dependent on each other since childhood.

Even after entering the entertainment industry, he donated 30% of his salary to orphanages every year. So, because of his donation, the children had food to eat, clothing to wear and books to read.

For me, Keith was a good person that Betty just threw away. Well, he was too good to her after all.