I Found a Dad on the Road to Refuge, Then a Young Master Played Me

“How can my future father-in-law be left lying dead in the street? And my betrothed shouldn’t have to sell herself, either.”

With a wave of his hand, he brought me and my “father” back to his grand estate.

A month later, I found a portrait of my “father” and a wanted notice in his study.

It turned out the old man was a powerful court official who had faked his death to disappear.

And I was the pawn he’d chosen. A scapegoat was already waiting in the wings.

I smiled and brushed a hand over the noble young master’s furrowed brow. “Husband, do we have to keep putting on this act?”

He caught my wrist. “We do, but we’ll give it a different ending. You’ll be my real wife.”