Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1389: He Said—From Now On, Your Name Is Cynthia

Willow Crawford had many questions in her heart, but there was no one to help her solve them, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep in a daze.

She didn’t know how long it had been when Willow felt a cold gaze on her body, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

Willow suddenly opened her eyes. The small dark room was already quite dark, and now there stood a shadow in front of her, like a ghost from hell, particularly terrifying.

"Ah!" Willow exclaimed.

"What are you screaming for, so timid?" The ghost spoke.

The voice was so familiar, it was... Morgan Ashworth.

At this moment, the light from outside shone in, directly onto Willow’s face, which she found glaring, so she raised her hand to shield her eyes. Meanwhile, Morgan, tall with long legs, stood in front of her, looking down at her coldly.

"Morgan Ashworth, what on earth is going on, did you bring me here?" Willow asked.

Morgan nodded, "That’s right, it was me."

"Then let me out quickly!"

"Out? Where do you want to go? Willow, the First Princess is already dead, in the eyes of outsiders, you are already dead, now you’re just a wandering ghost, no place in this world can shelter you anymore."

Willow’s heart sank; she guessed right. Morgan had set up the situation and had directly "killed" her off.

Now he had her imprisoned here, erasing all her past, turning her into a little maid and servant.

In other words, her fate was now in his hands; she had to rely on his whims to live.

"Morgan Ashworth, do you think you can deceive everyone? My parents and brothers won’t believe it, they will find this place soon, they will take me away!"

Morgan raised an eyebrow, laughed nonchalantly, "Your parents and brothers no longer pose a threat to me, because my next target is your family."

Willow’s heart skipped a beat, "So, you chose to marry Wesley Kingsley’s younger sister?"

"That is just the first step. Wesley’s younger sister was originally meant to be your brother’s fiancée, but unfortunately, this young lady from the Kingsley family has taken a liking to me, so I had no choice but to accept her."

"Your brother inherited Westria and became the president, but Westria has historical issues of division, now the southwest is in turmoil, especially with Ethan Barnes secretly proclaiming himself king. I received a letter from Ethan just yesterday."

"Willow, do you think once I marry Wesley and then align with Ethan’s forces to form an encirclement inside and out on your brother, might your brother surrender to me?"

Willow’s heart had completely sunk, she didn’t expect Ethan Barnes had already secretly aligned with Morgan Ashworth.

Now Morgan holds the support of both Wesley and Ethan, almost unstoppable.

Willow looked at Morgan, "So why did you bring me back this time, to humiliate me?"

"Willow, I said I would personally destroy everything of yours, break your proud wings, and lock you in my cage."

"I not only want to humiliate you, I also want you to see with your own eyes as I marry another woman, have children, and even ascend to higher power. I want you to regret, I want you to understand what exactly you missed!"

He had once given up the entire world for her, but she did not cherish it.

He wanted her to pay a heavy price for it!

Willow didn’t speak; his goal had been achieved. She had already fallen into his hands; how he wanted to deal with her was completely up to his mood.

Her obedience made Morgan feel good, he curled his thin lips, "Willow Crawford is dead now. Let’s say, from now on, you’ll be called... Cynthia."

Cynthia?

Willow, "Can I refuse this name?"

Morgan stepped forward, reached out with his large hand and lifted her small face, "No, this name will remind you at all times, who’s slave you now are and who your master is!"

"Morgan Ashworth, you!"

"Is Morgan Ashworth a name you can call? Change how you address me."

"Change it? Then what should I call you?"

"Cynthia, you should call me... Master."

Master?

Willow had never discovered this vulgarity in him before, but it was clear she must listen to him now, or else she would be courting suffering. She didn’t want to die here, nor did she want to be trapped here forever, she had to get out and reunite with her family.

"Master." Willow changed her call, "Are you satisfied now?"

Morgan was satisfied, "Cynthia, this is how you should obey, from now on if I tell you to go east, you can’t go west, if I tell you to meow like a cat, you can’t bark like a dog, understand?"

Willow, "...I understand."

Morgan released her and turned to leave.

...

Willow was confined for a day and then released, she quickly adapted to this new life. After eating two full bowls of rice, she began working, she had to quickly familiarize herself with this place to find an opportunity to escape.

Willow took a broom and began to sweep the floor. Because she was new, the other maids excluded her, giving her the dirtiest paths to clean.

After sweeping for two hours, Willow felt her back couldn’t straighten anymore. Just then, a car honked with a "ding" sound, Morgan drove back in his sports car.

He drove at high speed, seemingly about to hit her.

Willow’s pupils contracted, she quickly dodged aside.

With a whoosh, the sports car brushed past her, and Willow only felt a face full of dust.

Cough.

Cough cough.

Willow was choked by the dust and began to cough.

The sports car stopped, and Morgan walked out holding Wesley’s little hand; he didn’t even look at her, just led the beauty and left proudly.

"Cynthia, how come there are still so many leaves?!" The old matron in charge rushed over and reprimanded.

Willow, "..."

She had swept the path very clean, but with the sports car, all the leaves had been blown over.

Willow reasonably suspected Morgan did it on purpose, she clenched her fists and glared fiercely at Morgan’s back.

Morgan, holding Wesley, looked at Willow through the mirror in front. She was being scolded severely by the old matron like a child who had done something wrong. She was so unconvinced and glared at him fiercely, she was probably so angry she would jump at him to bite him.

Heh.

Morgan curled his thin lips subtly, seeming to be in a good mood.

"Mr. Ashworth! Mr. Ashworth!"

Morgan returned to his senses, looking at Wesley who was beside him, "Wesley, you called me?"

Wesley glanced at Willow through the mirror. With a woman’s intuition, she felt that Morgan’s eyes had lingered too many times on this little maid. Although this maid wore an ordinary maid uniform, she was exceptionally beautiful and captivating, someone any man would like.