Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

“But where is the Madam now?” another voice inquired, filled with concern.

“This snow pit is too deep. Even if we go down, getting back up will be a struggle. If Madam really fell in, she’d be trapped there,” someone else reasoned, his voice filled with resignation.

A hint of hope sparked in another’s eyes as they wondered, “What if someone rescued her?” The question lingered in the cold air, leaving the search party to ponder the possibilities.

“If she was rescued, what would keep her from returning to the hotel?” another person in the search party wondered aloud.

The question hung in the freezing air, but Marcus’ attention was elsewhere. Derek, watching closely, saw a stormy expression settle on his face. “Silence,” Derek commanded, his voice low and threatening.

Marcus clenched the specialty mushrooms tightly, his gaze sweeping over the silenced crowd with an intensity that demanded obedience.

every door, scale the mountains, descend the valleys, and question everyone you meet. We must find her, no matter the

nestled at the foot of the mountain, Millie lay on a bed, her eyes closed and her lips tinged with a dangerous shade of purple. Her face was

temperature, her body continued to

rescued Millie, was watching over her. The lady of the house touched Millie’s icy hand with concern, then quickly

state, Millie’s mind registered fragments of

snow. Our mountains are treacherous

was lucky that we ran into her today. Had she been left there, in that remote place,

increase the temperature

fluttered open, confusion clouding

memory of being trapped in a snow pit, her cries for help swallowed by the relentless cold, was replaced by the warmth