A car accident turned me into a wealthy family’s substitute bride.
When I opened my eyes in the hospital bed, everyone called me “Miss Su.” A blood-red thread wound around the jade ring on my left ring finger, and an ancient curse in oracle bone script appeared on the jade in my palm.
Then, on the night I was dragged into the Gu residence,
the man in the wheelchair coughed up blood in the moonlight, his pale fingers crushing a rose. “How dare a fake enter my cage?”
Later, I discovered:
When he had an episode, I could see black mist flowing through his veins. When he kissed me, mysterious symbols on century-old artifacts began to speak.
And when we clung to each other in the old mansion’s secret room, the case files from the cultural relics scandal that wiped out the Lin family twenty years ago were floating in a bloodstained bathtub...
“Tell me, is this marriage meant to bring me good fortune,” he said, gripping the back of my neck and pinning me against the patterns on a bronze vessel. Headlights of cars in pursuit flashed in the glass behind us. “Or to raise your curse?”
