
Swapped in for My Brother and Married the Real Deal
Chapter 4
I kept my back to Savannah, but I could feel her gaze fixed on my fingers. I acted like I didn't want her to notice anything and hurriedly tugged my sleeves down.
She was quiet for a long moment before finally looking away.
…
The next night, I went out to run my stall as usual. Morgan showed up with Mom and Dad in tow, all three of them storming over with ugly looks on their faces.
"We've finally found you! Real bold of you, huh? Getting married behind our backs!"
They overturned my stall. Batter and toppings spilled all over the ground.
Morgan stood there in his expensive suit, watching the chaos with barely concealed glee. "I warned you, Chase. You're the one who didn't listen."
Dad held out a hand impatiently. "Come on, hand it over. Where are the wedding gifts from your marriage?"
"Dad, Savannah Reed is just a fake heiress," Morgan cut in. "She owes the Reed family several million dollars. How could she possibly have any wedding gifts for him?"
I stayed where I was. I was terrified they would hit me, but I still stood my ground. "So what if there weren't any wedding gifts? It's not like I married her for her money!"
That set both my parents off. Dad kicked me hard in the stomach. "It's bad enough that you sneaked off and got married—you just had to make it worse by picking a broke nobody! We raised you for nothing!"
"You're coming home with us! Your brother has lined up a few sugar mommies for you. Marry into any one of their families, and we'll be set for years!"
Dad grabbed a fistful of my hair and started dragging me toward the car, ignoring my pained shouts. "Help! Let go of me!"
Morgan said, "Chase, just be good. We're doing what's best for you. That Savannah Reed is useless. If you stay married to her, you'll—"
"Let him go!"
Right as half my body was shoved into the car, a long wooden pole came swinging down, whacking my parents. Before they could react, Savannah yanked me back out, her face flushed with anger. She shouted, "How dare you grab someone off the street with so many people watching?"
Morgan's face twisted in contempt. "Drop the act now that you're broke, Savannah! Or do you still think you're the Reed heiress?
"Then again, Chase has been wearing my hand-me-downs since he was a kid and eating my leftovers. And now, he even wants the woman I've cast aside. Honestly, you two really do make a perfect pair."
Savannah stiffened. I could feel her shock. Maybe she was stunned that the man she loved could say something that cruel, or maybe it was just the astonishment of hearing someone else verify what a miserable past I had.
Slowly, her grip on my hand tightened. "No matter what you say, Chase and I are legally married. We're husband and wife. If you dare lay a hand on my husband again, I'll call the cops."
Husband and wife. It was the first time she'd ever said those words. My throat itched with excitement, but I forced myself to hold it in.
Once my family finally backed off, scared by the threat of having the police called, I pulled Savannah into my arms and gently cupped her cheek. "I'm fine, so don't worry. I'll just move my stall somewhere else tomorrow. And I've made a lot lately. I'll keep a thousand bucks for our daily expenses and transfer the rest to you."
Savannah tilted her head up. Her hand covered the back of mine as her eyes gleamed with heartache. Her voice broke as soon as she said, "Thank you, Chase."
I held her tighter. "There's no need for thank-yous between us."
It was too early for you to thank me, Savannah. It wouldn't be too late to do that once you had returned to the Reeds and become the richest woman around.
…
After I moved my stall elsewhere, Savannah started coming with me almost every day. We were making more and more money.
With just one day left before the date the comments had mentioned, I transferred money to Savannah again.
"Why are you giving me everything again? Didn't you say you were going to keep some for our daily expenses?" she asked.
I secretly showed her a photo on my phone of a stash I'd hidden in a stairwell—pieces of sheet metal. "I bought some metal sheets from the recycling center and picked up a secondhand tricycle.
"I'll weld it all together tomorrow, and after that, I can ride around and set up shop wherever I want. I've been thinking… Selling crepes isn't going to last forever. I want to get into hot dogs instead."