Brother-In-Law's Replaced Bride

Irene Jones POV My heart pounded, words catching in my throat. “Yes?” “Miss, the Young Master would like to meet you.” The man gave a slight bow, his tone firm but formal. “I’m Albert, his bodyguard. I’ve been sent to escort you.” For a moment, I stood frozen. “Are you coming, Miss Jones?” His voice remained calm, though something in it pressed for an answer. The question snapped me back. I nodded, mute, my body moving before my mind caught up. The gown clung too tight, too heavy, as if it knew I didn’t belong. Each step felt like peeling away pieces of the woman I was never allowed to be. I wanted to stop him, to demand answers—Why? What’s happening? But the words never formed. My throat locked. I didn’t know this man. I couldn’t trust him. And worst of all, I had the sinking feeling that trust wouldn’t matter here. The double doors opened. Outside, a sleek black SUV waited at the curb, engine humming low, its windows darkened to hide what waited inside. Albert gestured to it.

Irene Jones POV “No thanks.” I stared him down, heat crawling up my chest. How the fuck could he dare congratulate me—now, of all times? Screw the whole Myers family. Screw the Jones family too. “We’re going. I need to take you to the Myers mansion.” He snatched the papers from my hands as if the right belonged to him. Somehow, he managed to be both polite and rude at once—probably because even he knew I was nothing but a substitute. I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going back to my apartment.” He started to reply, but I turned and walked away before he could speak. Life couldn’t be this cruel. I needed air, needed space. Trapped in this marriage or not, I wasn’t chaining myself to the Myers estate. I’d already fought my way out of the Jones mess for a sliver of freedom in my own apartment, and only my dead body was going back into that cage. Sometimes I wondered—if my mom hadn’t married Leo Jones, would it have changed anything? Who was I kidding? She would’ve tre

Irene Jones POV I sprinted outside, ignoring Albert’s warning. Hell, I’d rather beg on the streets than set foot in the Myers mansion—or anywhere I couldn’t predict what waited for me. Theodore might have been my husband, but only on paper. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to go anywhere.” I didn’t look back. Albert was still pushing Theodore’s wheelchair—I could hear it. “Mrs. Myers, you’re going to regret this.” His voice carried no urgency, no panic. I didn’t get far. A cluster of men in black appeared ahead, blocking the path. One glance was enough. Theodore’s guards. Fuck. Why the hell did he need this many? It wasn’t like he had come here for war. Or… had he expected me to run? “We don’t want to force you, Madam,” one of them said evenly. Hot-blooded as I was, I knew I couldn’t outrun men built like them. One stepped forward. I backed up instinctively, my toes skidding over gravel. My breath caught sharp, chest tightening. Another guard angled in from the side. They’re cl

Theodore Myers POV “That bad?” I couldn’t stop the smirk tugging at my mouth, though the mask hid it well. This woman—my wife—had a fire I didn’t expect. Feisty. Reckless. Unpredictable. I never imagined marriage would come wrapped in this kind of chaos, yet here she was, testing me at every turn. She said she didn’t think I was that bad. Like she’d never met me at all. Like she had no idea how bad I could be. “Yeah, you're suffering like me. I thought we were similar,” she justified, stumbling over her words. Should I be grateful for that? The thought almost amused me. “I’m Theodore Myers. No one makes me suffer. Not even if I’m crippled. Not even if the world tries.” No one gets to pity me. “Totally got it now—you’re an arsehole.” Her words only fed the anger already simmering in me. I was trying to keep control, but she’d been testing me since the moment we met. And I didn’t like it. Not one bit. How could anyone dare to mess with Theodore Myers? Especially her—the

Irene Jones POV “Who is this ugly woman?” I stopped the moment we rolled into the living room, Theodore’s wheelchair gliding with me as I forced it to a halt. It took more strength than I expected, especially after dragging this thing all the way in on my own while listening to every taunt thrown at me along the way. So this was the first thing I was going to hear after entering this mansion. Perfect. The place was stunning, all white and wide open, so graceful it made both my apartment and the Jones family home feel like storage closets in comparison. Not that my apartment could compete with anything in this house anyway. “Theodore, is this what the Jones family gives you? A woman so ugly I feel like I’m staring at a ghost under all these lights?” The woman’s voice cut into me, sharp and irritated, as if the sight of me offended her very existence. Four people sat waiting—one woman in her forties, another older woman settled beside an equally aged man, and a younger man s