Switched Bride For Mr. Anderson

Staring at her reflection one more time in the mirror, she had a satisfactory smile. Hazel Jones had been searching for the perfect wedding dress for ages-something that was going to complement her fair skin and long black hair.

"It's so beautiful," her younger sister, Nady, said with an excited tone. The shop assistant could finally sigh in relief.

"We want two," Nady added, and this left Hazel confused. "Why?" she couldn't help but ask.

"For me," that was Nady's response.

"Sorry, Miss, but this is a limited collection, and it's the last piece we have," the shop assistant apologized, and Nady was about to lash out at her when Hazel butted in.

"Please go make the payments," she said, handing her card to the lady who happily left. Hazel could only throw a look at Nady before she went to the dressing room to slip out of the wedding gown. Nady stomped her foot angrily. "Stop giving me that judgy look; is it a crime if I want to look as beautiful as you?"

"We are not the same people, Nady." Hazel snorted before she walked out, now dressed in her simple blue gown. The ringtone of her phone echoed as she handed the gown to Nady and retracted her phone. It was a call from her boss, so she mouthed to Nady, "Be careful with the gown," before leaving.

Nady scoffed, "Be careful, my ass." She walked to the dressing room to try on the gown.

-

Hazel was done with the phone call and tried contacting her fiancé, Max Wilson, but it went straight to voicemail.

"Come on, you said you would join me at the shop; where are you?"

She returned and couldn't find Nady where she left her; her eyes hastily scanned over the hiding area, and she stumbled upon a covered area. Hazel blushed, fully assured of whatever reason the couple inside needed privacy; she was about to leave when she heard a familiar voice from within the covered area.

"Admit it, the gown looks prettier on me than on my sister."

"Of course it does," a hoarse voice echoed, and Hazel's thoughts stopped for a second. "It's irritating whenever I think that I am going to be a sister-in-law to my man; can't you just tell them it's me you love?" Nady pouted and Max sighed.

"How many times do I need to tell you that my dad wants me to marry Hazel instead? It's all for my inheritance," he explained, and Hazel's eyes widened in shock. In a split second, she forgot to breathe.

Her legs went numb and her body weak, so she leaned on the wall next to her, not able to believe what she was hearing.

"But you will divorce her immediately after you get your inheritance, right?" Nady asked, and Max nodded before he asked, "What if your sister refuses to divorce me?"

A creepy smile crept on Nady's lips. "Then we will find a better way, something quicker and easier."

As if their thoughts were in sync, Max understood her perfectly. "Let's do her a favor and make her death less painful then."

They both burst out in laughter when Hazel stumbled on the chair next to her, and it made a sound. Nady got alerted and pulled the curtain open.

They were both shocked to find Hazel, who had a very pale look.

"Hazel, we..." Nady stuttered, not able to find the perfect excuse for why she was in there with Max.

"Uhm, he came looking for you." Nady couldn't blurt out everything; there might be a possibility that Hazel didn't get their conversation.

Hazel stood there and watched her sister battle with her words and Max, unable to hide the surprised look on his face.

"Wow" Hazel smacked her lips in disbelief; her palms became all sweaty.

"Fuck you both; how could you do this to me?" She finally burst out in tears. Before her was the man she had ever loved in her life, and next to him was her sister, the closest person to her heart, and they had to treat her this way.

Max shook his head in denial and took some steps closer to her. "Don't get the wrong idea, okay?"

Hazel pushed him angrily. "The wrong idea? Is killing me a wrong idea or what?" she scolded.

Hazel clutched her chest tightly; she was hurt, but not because he cheated on her or that he mentioned killing her; why her sister?

Of all the girls, why did it have to be her sister? She has always been the perfect elder sister to Nady, always putting her needs before hers, so how could she?

Hazel couldn't stand there anymore, so she bashed out of the shop and took a cab, which dropped her in front of the mansion, and she rushed in while shouting.

"Mother"

"Father"

She kept calling as her parents hurried to the balcony upstairs and stared down at her. "What happened? Do you have to announce your return by taking down this building with your voice?" Her mom scolded before they walked downstairs to her.

At that same moment, Nady and Max walked in. They held the wedding dress as they couldn't abandon it there.

"Mom" Nady dropped the dress and hurried to her mom, whose gaze softened.

"What happened, baby? Did your sister bully you?" She asked while scanning her body, and Nady shook her head before her eyes became sore.

"I love Max, mother," she blurted, and Hazel was taken aback, not able to believe that she could say such a thing in front of their parents.

"Which Max?" her dad butted in as Nady raised her hand and pointed at Max.

"Good news!" her mom yelled happily, her eyes blooming with joy, not able to believe that her younger daughter had finally fallen in love.

"Good news?" Hazel needed confirmation; maybe she didn't get her mother well.

"Yes, do you know how hard it is finding love these days?" her mom chuckled before she approached Max.

"Do you also love Nady?"

Max didn't hesitate to say yes. Then she clapped her hands happily. "If you both love yourself so much, then there's no need to complicate things."

Nady nodded and walked to her mom. "Exactly. I don't get why Hazel is trying to make a mountain out of it."

"The wedding is in three days; it's not too late to change the bride," her mom said, and this broke Hazel's heart. If not because she had personally carried out a DNA test, then she wouldn't have believed that this woman was her mother.

Her mother walked to her. "Nady is younger than you; you are supposed to understand her... Will you want to force yourself on a man that doesn't like you? Don't be a third wheel."

"What? I am the third wheel in their relationship." She asked in disbelief. Was she the one who went for her sister's man?

Now she was speechless; she even lacked the energy to cry. She stared at her dad, who didn't say a word.

Fine, is that what they wanted? Just like before, she was used to giving out her things and also sacrificing her happiness for Nady, so one more time wouldn't kill her.

She walked to the wedding dress and picked it up, approached Nady, and shot it at her. "You wanted the wedding dress, right? It's all yours; go fuck with whomever you want."

Hazel had spent two days in her bedroom; she cried and starved, still not able to believe that all this was happening to her.

A knock came from the door, and their maid said, "Miss Hazel, your father requests that you come downstairs."

"Get out," Hazel muttered; she didn't want to see their faces.

"He says it's an order," the maid added before leaving. Hazel walked down the bed and dragged her feet downstairs. Her mother was busy ordering the maids around as tomorrow was Nady's wedding to Max; even the guests weren't aware of such a twist.

"Hazel," her dad called from the patio, and she walked to him. Nady and her mom joined, and it was at this moment that she realized something was wrong.

"What happened?" She asked nervously, and her parents exchanged looks before her mother sat next to her.

"Are you angry with us?" Mrs. Jones asked, but Hazel didn't reply; they already knew the answer, so why ask her?

"Of course she is angry," her father butted in. "That's why we decided to make it up to her," he added, and Hazel saw the mockery look on Nady's face.

"A wedding invitation came in for Nady, but we decided to accept the offer for you; the man is more influential than Max." Mrs. Jones explained, and Hazel's eyes widened in shock. What does she mean by accepting the offer for her?

"A wedding invitation came in for Nady?" Hazel asked, and her mom nodded.

"Then you chose to accept the offer for me?" She needed clarity because her brain was in a buzz.

"The man is very influential; he..."

Hazel held her hand up. She heard enough.

"Stop this madness," she scolded.

"You shall wed Coyle Anderson. End of discussion," her father said, and Hazel finally understood why Nady had a mockery look. Of course, Coyle Anderson was more influential than the Wilson family; he was the CEO of Anderson Group, the biggest investment company in the country. But unlike his business, which is doing so well, he wasn't

No one ever saw his face after his parents' mysterious death, but it was rumored that he was crippled and had a burnt face because of the car accident he encountered with his parents; some reporters even say the accident affected his oesophageal, and he had just a few months to live.

Half the man was the inside joke.

"Hazel." Her dad took her out of her trance; her gaze shifted to him. It was void with just darkness and no love; first they chose to make her sister the bride in her wedding, and now they wanted her to accept the wedding alliance that was sent to her sister.

"We have already approved the wedding, which will take place the same day as Nady's."

Hazel blinked back her tears. Nady's wedding was tomorrow; did they also want her to marry a stranger that quickly?

"So you are going to trick the Anderson/s into believing that I am the bride they wanted?"

"Leave that to me; all you have to do is show up tomorrow for the wedding." Mrs. Jones chuckled before leaving, and her dad smiled at her.

"See, everything worked out. You still get to marry an influential man," he said before leaving.

Nady, who had been watching the scene with an amused look, finally burst out in laughter.

She stood before Hazel, folding her hands below her bosom.

"It's so sad; you are going to die a virgin, as even your husband won't be able to fulfill his rights to you, seeing that he can't even stand on his feet."

Nady smacked her lips pitifully before she added, "At least you will be rich; you could just hire a male escort."

Hazel stood up and walked past her; maybe her only way of escaping her biased parents was by marrying Coyle Anderson; he wouldn't even touch her, so that was a relief.

After some years of marriage, they could come to terms and get divorced. Hazel arrived in her bedroom and picked up her phone and searched for "Coyle Anderson" on the internet; all she could find was about the Anderson group and also some articles about his relatives.

It was said, Coyle chased his uncle, who had raised him after his parent's death and also taken care of his inheritance, out of the enterprise once he turned twenty.

They said he was unappreciative and didn't hesitate to snatch back all his inheritance from his uncle, leaving him with nothing despite the fact that his uncle had treated him like their son.

"Did he really do that?" Hazel questioned herself; she shook her head and decided not to think much about it; the media was fond of spreading fake news, and besides, even if it was true, it was none of her business.

"But if he is that type of person, then he will be so upset about us trying to trick him," she muttered. The invitation had clearly come for her sister, so it would be humiliating if she took her sister's place.

"Maybe I should just leave."

Hazel walked down the bed and picked up her purse; she could go and return after the wedding.

She pulled the door open, and there stood her mother. "Mother." She flinched a little in fear. Mrs. Jones understood what she was trying to do; after all, she had expected it.

"Do you know why the Anderson's extended a wedding proposal to us?" she asked, and Hazel shook her head at the negative.

"Because we had begged for it."

Hazel's brows furrowed; what did her mom mean by that? And was it even possible to beg for a wedding proposal?

Her mom sighed heavily; her eyes became sore with tears as she tried blinking them back.

"What's wrong?" Hazel got all worried. Did they do something? If not, why will they go to beg Anderson's?

"Your father approached Anderson's group with a business proposal, which was approved, and they decided to invest in it, so the money was deposited in the company's account, and your father lavished it all," she explained, and Hazel's eyes widened in shock.

How could he lavish the money meant for business? If so, then what was he going to give the Anderson's when they asked for profit? How could he have been so stupid?

"Do they know?" Hazel asked, and her mom shook her head in denial.

"They still don't have an idea about this, so we asked the old Anderson to get her grandson's bride from one of our daughters, and he had chosen Nady."

Hazel nodded; of course it was normal for him to choose Nady. Nady was everything a man wanted, and she was just a simple girl with no excitement or help to offer.

"But Nady loves Max, so you will have to take her place and save your dad from going to jail," Mrs. Jones explained, and Hazel found her words funny; she was in love with Max as well, but her mom didn't consider that.

"So should I marry Coyle Anderson and accept all the tortures and insults he will throw at me because I am not the bride he wanted?" She asked sarcastically, and her mom held her hand and nodded.

"Exactly Hazel, that's what you will do... That's the job of the oldest daughter, to protect the family."

Hazel stood before the patriarch; she was having a court wedding while Nady was walking down the aisle with the man she was supposed to marry; her parents weren't even present.

"Miss Jones," the old man next to her called; apparently he was the butler of the Anderson family and brought the wedding documents, which Mr. Anderson had already signed.

"He must have been so sick to show up," Hazel thought before a paper was shoved at her.

"Please sign the papers," he said, and she nodded and signed the documents.

After all the procedures, she got into the black limousine with the butler.

"Mrs. Anderson, do you need water?" The butler asked while shoving the bottle of water at her. Mrs. Anderson. She wasn't yet familiar with that name, but now it belonged to her. Was it a privilege or a curse?

She took the water and gulped it at once.

"Are you a virgin?" The butler asked, and she splashed out all the contents in her mouth and coughed hard; her eyes had turned completely red as she stared at him in disbelief.

"I am sorry. Mr. Anderson wishes to know."

Hazel was tired and didn't have the energy to ask further questions, so she just replied, "Yes."

Soon, the car parked at the entrance of the Anderson mansion, and the door pulled open. Hazel was hesitant to go down, but she also knew she couldn't stay in the car forever.

Her eyes wandered around the building; it was so big that she felt dizzy just looking at it.

The three-story building, the smaller buildings at the far end, and also the dolphin fountain behind her-that was not up to half of the mansion.

"Please come with me," the butler said, and they walked to the sitting room. Three maids, an older man, and a driver were present.

"These are the maids, the butler, and also the driver. Mr. Anderson won't be back until tomorrow morning, so make yourself comfortable," the butler informed her, and she nodded. It was relieving as she was too tired to meet her supposed 'husband.'

They all greeted her politely, and the maid, Sharon, led her upstairs to her bedroom. She scanned the room, which was furnished with black and white curtains; she didn't check much into it as exhaustion weighed in on her, and she crawled to the bed, which was very soft, had the most comfortable sheets, and had the best scene ever.

With such comfort, she slowly drifted off to sleep.

-

Feeling weird, Hazel slowly opened her eyes and spotted a pair of black eyes staring at her. On the chair at the left end was a man; he sat there dressed in a black suit, with rough black hair.

Hazel had to pinch herself to check if she was dreaming because the man sitting there was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

"So you are the wife?" He asked in a magnetic tone. Hazel slightly nodded and sat up on the bed.

"You are not Nady Jones," he stated, and she fiddled with the hems of her skirt. Was he disappointed?

Of course, he was supposed to be; she wasn't the bride he expected.

"Freshen up, let's have dinner," he said, standing up and walked out of the bedroom.

Hazel's gaze had followed him, and she couldn't believe it.

"Is that Mr. Anderson?" She wondered.

Mr. Anderson was crippled, and the butler said he wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning, so who was this man?

After she stepped out of the bathroom, she found a simple white gown on the bed with everything she needed. Hazel found her way downstairs when she was done.

At the edge of the long dining table sat the strange man she had no idea of. The butler signaled that she takes the seat next to the man, which she did.

Her curiosity was getting out of control, seeing that the man had no intentions of introducing himself, so she took the initiative.

"Who are you?"

He dropped his fork and leaned back on the chair. "You have no idea who I am? He questioned, and she shook her head in denial.

"Coyle Anderson," he introduced, and her brows furrowed. Wasn't he supposed to be crippled, have a scar on his face, and probably cough every five minutes?

"What? Not up to your expectations?" He asked, and she quickly refused, so he wouldn't misunderstand, not up to her expectations? He was way outside her expectations.

Coyle stood up and stood behind her, then he crouched and whispered, "I am very satisfied; you met every of my expectations, Mrs. Anderson."

Then he went up the stairs, and a smile crept onto his lips. His assistant was right; he had told him:

"If you want to marry Hazel Jones, then send an invitation to her younger sister. Their mom is fond of switching things."

Coyle chuckled. He finally married the woman he wanted; Hazel was the only woman he had ever been enticed by.

She might not know him, but he knew her so well, maybe even more than she knew herself.

Coyle took out his phone and dialed his assistant, Jude's, contact, which got connected immediately. "Sir, did you get home safely?"

He was worried as Coyle had rushed to return to the country; he was impatient to meet his wife; he even canceled a meeting worth millions with a foreign company just to get back and glimpse his wife, even when the butler assured him that it was indeed Hazel Jones and not Nady Jones.

"Cancel my meetings tomorrow; I have somewhere important to go with my wife," Coyle said instead, and Jude had a deep frown.

"Sir, I talked to the Chinese CEO, and he agreed to come to the company tomorrow so you could both have a meeting; in fact, he has already booked his flight."

Coyle didn't care; he had been working without a break ever since he turned twenty; he just needed a day off. Of course, it might cost him a few millions, but his wife was more important.

"Cancel everything; my wife needs me," he snorted and ended the call. On the home screen of his phone was a photo of a young, ten-year-old version of Hazel; just like fifteen years ago, she still looked so pretty.

"I had promised to protect you; you think I forgot my promise?"