I Married The CEO As My Sister's Stand-In Bride

After my sister gave birth to the child of the Sanchez Family’s heir, she refused the planned marriage and ran away overseas with her true love.

Since Nielson Sanchez once treated me kindly years ago, I agreed to admit the child and because of that, I became Mrs. Sanchez in place of the Powell Family, just as planned.

On the day of my wedding, holding my baby who was not even three months old, I watched the man meant to be my brother-in-law throw a marriage contract at me with a cold face.

“Heather Powell, you are only a stand-in for Katniss Powell. Know your position.”

I quietly read through the rules written on the pages.

“Term one: The woman must not reach out to the man. How often they sleep together is decided by the man. She is not allowed to have children.”

“Term two: If the child gets sick or feels unwell, the woman must be punished.”

“Term three: The man holds full control at all times…”

After reading more than ten pages of rules, I held back my anger and the urge to slam the door, then raised my head and looked straight at Nielson.

“Mr. Sanchez, can you explain what this line means, ‘No matter how many children I have that are not mine, I must raise them as my own’?”

Nielson laughed coldly and lifted my chin.

“I don’t need to explain anything to you. Katniss left because she didn’t want to marry. You just need to act as Mrs. Sanchez. That’s it.”

I took a slow breath, my fingers shaking a little and signed the marriage agreement with care.

For the harmless child and for that weak hope still living in my heart.

Before the ink had even dried, Nielson impatiently told his assistant in a cold voice, “Cancel the ceremony, go back to the company.”

Quiet talk rose around him.

“See? A replacement is still a replacement, used once and thrown away.”

“President Sanchez only cares about Katniss; this one just took her sister’s spot.”

“She thought too highly of herself, dumped right at the wedding. Being Mrs. Sanchez is not easy to keep.”

A loud slam rang out as the banquet hall doors were kicked open and several men holding knives rushed in, closing in on my baby and me.

“Don’t move, or I'll kill them right now.” The kidnapper pressed the knife against my neck and blood quickly ran out.

The baby in my arms was scared and started to cry loudly.

Nielson’s face turned dark in an instant. “Let them go, name what you want.”

The kidnapper smiled badly, his eyes moving over my wedding dress.

“What do I want? Then let Mrs. Sanchez take off this wedding dress, so everyone sees what kind of woman she really is.”

I felt cold all over, holding my crying baby tight, looking at Nielson with begging eyes.

But Nielson’s eyes landed only on the baby, his voice cold. “Heather, for the child’s safety, take it off.”

I stared at Nielson in shock, my heart dropping fast.

Yes, what did pride matter to a stand-in who had signed a deal to sell herself?

Under many looks full of pity and hate, my hands shook as I slowly untied the wedding dress. The dress fell to the floor, leaving me standing there in only my underwear.

I bit my lip hard and refused to cry.

“Give me the baby first,” Nielson urged the kidnapper.

The kidnapper, smiling badly, passed the child to Nielson. At that moment, Nielson rushed forward, aiming for the kidnapper’s knife arm. After a few blocks, he knocked the knife away.

The kidnapper reacted fast, swinging the knife he lost and cutting me hard.

“Ah!” I cried out as a long, deep cut burst open on my arm, blood soaking the wedding dress spread at my feet.

The strong pain, the deep shame and the messy scene in front of me made my head spin badly.

My sight went dark. The last thing I saw was Nielson’s worried look as he looked at me after taking back the child.

When I woke up in the hospital, Nielson was beside me. He seemed asleep, but his hand held mine tightly.

This scene shocked me.

I was the unwanted second daughter of the Powell Family. It was Nielson who spoke up for me again and again when I was surrounded and laughed at by wild heirs from rich families.

He may have only helped me a little, but that small warmth was carefully kept in my heart.

Later, I gathered my courage and went to him using the excuse of “making things right for my sister.”

During that time, as I awkwardly fed the baby and sang badly off-tune songs, a soft warmth would briefly show in his eyes. He would even drive back late at night just to mark my birthday.

At that moment, Nielson woke up and put his hand on my forehead. “Do you still feel sick?”

I was about to reply when his phone rang. “Katniss? Are you at the airport? Don’t walk around, I’m coming to get you right now.”

Katniss really came back, only three months after she left!

After hanging up, Nielson walked fast toward the ward door.

“Nielson, you…” I called out without thinking.

He paused at the door but didn’t turn back, his voice turning cold. “The doctor said you’re fine. Rest well.”

Watching him leave, I quietly found a familiar number and called it. “Helios Gutierrez, help me one last time. In seven days, collect all the evidence and use special ways to get me the divorce papers. After seven days, I will leave right away, anywhere, the farther the better.”