Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1385: She Won’t Be the Crown Princess for Much Longer

Morgan Ashworth didn’t look at the phone, nor did he have any intention of answering it. He said softly, "Hang up the phone."

Eleven froze for a moment and then quickly advised in a low voice, "Young Master, this second young lady of the Kingsley family is the arranged marriage partner of Willow Crawford’s brother, Caden Crawford. Yet, she is infatuated with you, Young Master. The elders have already decided on this young lady from the Kingsley family. When you return, they will arrange for you two to be married. If you don’t answer her call at this time, isn’t it..."

Morgan Ashworth sat on the edge of the bed, his slender fingers gently caressing Willow Crawford’s face. "Don’t worry, I know what I need to do."

Eleven breathed a sigh of relief. This sentence from the Young Master was a guarantee and a promise. "But how do we explain to the elders?"

"Just say... playing hard to get will only make this young lady from the Kingsley family fall more deeply in love with me."

"Yes." Eleven exited the room.

The maid brought ice, and Morgan Ashworth gently applied an ice pack to Willow Crawford’s face, being careful not to hurt her.

At this moment, Willow Crawford woke up with a soft moan and slowly opened her eyes.

"Where is this?" Willow Crawford sat up, lifted the blanket, and got out of bed. "I have to go back."

"No rush, rest for a while longer. Have dinner here with me."

Willow Crawford checked the time; it was already 8 p.m. She furrowed her brows slightly. "No, I have to go back."

Morgan Ashworth curled his thin lips into a smile, neither fully amused nor displeased. "Are you afraid that others will discover that the First Princess spent the night at a grown man’s house, causing a royal scandal?"

Willow Crawford looked at Morgan Ashworth, "That depends on the mood of Young Master Ashworth. Would you do that?"

"Willow Crawford, you still don’t understand. If I wanted to use that method, I would have long ago. But I haven’t," Morgan Ashworth raised a distinguished and lazy eyebrow. "I will only use more straightforward methods. Willow Crawford, stop working so hard to maintain your First Princess aura because... you will soon no longer be the First Princess."

You will soon no longer be the First Princess.

Willow Crawford felt an alarm bell ringing inside her, knowing that Morgan Ashworth was not joking. He was serious; he was giving her a heads-up.

Willow Crawford gazed into his eyes, which held a faint smile mingled with a profound serenity and certainty, like an emperor in control of everything.

"What do you intend to do?"

"What I intend to do, you’ll soon know."

Willow Crawford curled her fingers slightly, said nothing more, and got up to leave.

After Willow Crawford left, Eleven came in. "Young Master, what are your orders?"

Morgan Ashworth handed Eleven a sealed document bag. "Take this to Rosalind Rowan."

"Young Master, do you mean?"

"Although Rosalind Rowan is not pleasant, using her as a damaging tool will surely be a direct hit."

...

Willow Crawford returned to the royal palace, where all the lights were bright. Rosalind Rowan and Lady Pearl were sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

Rosalind Rowan’s eyes were red from crying, and she glared at Willow Crawford with a sullen face. "Willow Crawford, look at how late it is now. Why were you at Mr. Linden’s so late? What did you two do? Did you sleep together, and are you putting a green hat on my brother?"

Lady Pearl scoffed and quickly chimed in, "Is that even in doubt, Rosalind? I told you she’s unfaithful. She wasn’t content to be alone, and now that there’s someone as good as Mr. Linden, she’s of course going to seduce him. She’s just a vixen!"

Listening to the mother-daughter duo made Willow Crawford feel irritable. She was already tired and didn’t want to waste words.

Willow Crawford went straight upstairs.

"Willow Crawford, stand right there! Today you have to clear things up, or else I..." Rosalind Rowan, agitated, rushed forward and grabbed Willow Crawford.

Willow Crawford lifted her head, her clear eyes fiercely looking at her. "Or else what?"

"Willow Crawford, you stole my boyfriend and yet are so self-righteous. My mom is right: you’re a vixen, a cheap..."

Willow Crawford raised her hand and slapped Rosalind Rowan hard across the face.

Slap.

Rosalind Rowan was caught off guard by the slap and had her face turned to the side.

Rosalind Rowan was frozen, completely unprepared for Willow Crawford hitting her.

Willow Crawford stood on the stairs, the bright yellow light casting a golden halo around her, looking coldly at Rosalind Rowan. "Rosalind Rowan, you’re a royal princess. Your elder brother is gone, so you should step up to your princess duties. Don’t follow your mother’s street-shouting ways."

Rosalind Rowan was speechless.

Lady Pearl rushed over, unable to bear seeing her daughter insulted. Her dear daughter hadn’t even been scolded by her. "Willow Crawford, how dare you hit my daughter, you..."

"What about me, Lady Pearl? You’ve never placed yourself in the right position. You still don’t know... who truly holds authority in this royal family!"

With that, Willow Crawford shouted, "Guards!"

The big door swung open, and the royal guards immediately rushed in. "Your Highness, we’re here."

"Lady Pearl, disrespecting her superiors, take her to the royal temple for a period of meditation and prayer."

"As you command."

The guards immediately restrained Lady Pearl.

Lady Pearl was stunned, her eyes widening at Willow Crawford. "Willow Crawford, how dare you!"

"Lady Pearl, it’s my fault for letting you see my status and authority only now. Rest easy," Willow Crawford replied.

Lady Pearl didn’t have a chance to say more before she was dragged away swiftly by the guards.

Watching all this unfold, Rosalind Rowan’s heart turned cold. She and her mother had forgotten that Willow Crawford was the true master of this royal family, the one who called the shots!

Willow Crawford glanced at Rosalind Rowan. "Rosalind, regarding you and Mr. Linden, I only have one thing to say: you’re not a good match. I hope your mother’s bad habits don’t influence you. You’re not inherently bad. Take this time to self-reflect."

With that, Willow Crawford went upstairs.

...

Rosalind Rowan, her face ashen, returned to her room. Never did she imagine that she and her mother, who set out so confidently, would end up being struck down so heavily by Willow Crawford. In front of the First Princess, she and her mother were utterly weak.

Rosalind Rowan reached out and swept everything off her dressing table to the floor.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. A maid opened it. "Princess Rosalind, there’s your mail."

Her mail.

"Who sent it?"

"I don’t know. It’s anonymous."

Anonymous mail?

Rosalind Rowan opened the sealed document bag and pulled out the contents. In the next second, she gasped.

Inside were documents and photos of Morgan Ashworth, the Young Master of The Merfolk Kingdom. The picture in question was of Mr. Linden.

Mr. Linden was actually Morgan Ashworth, the Young Master of The Merfolk Kingdom!