Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Despite Marcus’s status in showbiz, he didn’t have the confidence to ask the richest man in the country, who was also a stunning young man, whether he could see his wife.

The best way was to get Nina involved. To his surprise, however, they had unwittingly become a couple in name.

Marcus chuckled at the turn of events.

“I’m not being professional,” he said, “I’m really excited to see my godson and goddaughter.” With that, he instructed his assistant to retrieve the gift hampers from the boot of the car.

That was when Nina finally took a good look at the hampers—they were filled with toys, nutritional supplements, and even gemstones and calligraphy paintings, which looked as though they were treasures from an auction.

Nina wanted to tell him that he shouldn’t have gone to such an expense, when Marcus started greeting Diana and her children. They looked very pleased with Marcus, and were even more excited to see him than Nina.

That was especially so with Betty. Her bright eyes barely blinked as she stared at Marcus. “Godfather?” She called out in her adorable voice.

in a bright and crisp voice, “You must be Betty.” He lifted her up, and pointed to his cheeks. “Little darling, you look just like a beautiful princess. Can you kiss Godfather on his cheek?” Betty was so happy,

tight around Marcus’s neck. She kept bugging him to give her his signature

other hand,

filled with wisdom, just like his father’s, as he surveyed

saw how much Sean resembled Julian at first sight. Sean was clearly just

were all very welcoming of him—with the sole exception of Julian. Marcus couldn’t see

seat.” Diana invited him in and offered him some

that you two are close friends. If you don’t accept my gift, that means her family refuses to accept me. I’ll have to think about what other gifts I must present to gain your

glanced at Nina, and instructed her servants to accept the gift hamper and prepare a gift

Marcus called her Nina’s family, she had to

Nina’s actual family… Tears almost welled up in Nina’s