Part 1
Part 1
My name is Anya. Just three days after being officially welcomed back into the family, I was packed off to Corvusfell to replace the fake heiress, Isolde, and act as a “lucky charm bride” for Archer—the heir left paralyzed after a car accident.
Isolde cried her eyes out, while my parents looked guilty. “Anya, Isolde has been spoiled since she was a child. She can’t handle this. You just got back, so think of it as doing something for the family.”
I nodded calmly and got into the Carrington car. “Doing something for the family,” huh? Alright then. Let’s see what kind of “contribution” they expect.
Carrington’s mansion was huge—like a maze. The air smelled cold, a mix of disinfectant and money.
The butler led me to Archer’s room. On the massive bed lay a pale-faced man. His eyes were closed, but his brows were tight with an unshakable anger. Even in his coma, he looked like a dormant beast. This was Archer.
A month ago, he was the business emperor of Corvusfell, controlling everything with a snap of his fingers. Now, he was a shell of a man, surviving only on nutrient drinks.
“Anya, these are the gentleman’s supplements. One in the morning, one at night. Please feed them to him personally.” The butler handed me a tray holding two elegantly packaged glass bottles.
I took them and smiled innocently. Once the butler left, I twisted open a cap and sniffed. A faint bitter almond smell, masked by a sweet scent.
I smirked, walked into the ensuite bathroom, and without hesitation, poured both expensive supplements down the drain.
Mission accomplished, I returned to his bedside, looking at Archer. “I heard lucky charm brides are supposed to talk to the groom to help them get better faster.” I leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Hello, hubby. From today on, I’m your grim reaper.”
