The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Janet blinked several times, thinking that she had misheard him.

She awkwardly ran her fingers through her hair and clutched the blanket that was draped around her body. “What—” she choked, then had to clear her throat. “What wedding dress?”

Ethan smiled at her patiently and spoke slowly, as one would with a child. “We married in a rather shabby ceremony. You wore a simple white dress, and not much happened besides us exchanging vows. I always thought you may not have a good memory of our wedding day.”

Janet didn’t expect Ethan to still remember these trivial things, much less care about them. Her heart softened despite herself.

She could be so easy sometimes.

Luckily, she snapped back to her senses a moment later. “Forget it, Ethan. That would be too much trouble.”

He insisted, of course. “The wedding day is one of the most important events in a woman’s life, this much I know. And it is important to me. Now that you know my other identity, I want to pledge myself to you again, this time as Brandon Larson.”

Janet was stunned speechless at his smooth declaration. In the end, she could only nod in agreement.

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gown shop in Seacisco, catering mostly to custom-made orders

clientele, too, as evidenced by an advertisement they had once run on TV. Hence,

Janet was going to get that full, exclusive

and Janet walked into the store hand in

opposed to the whole idea, especially

they were here, she couldn’t just flee and make Ethan lose face

woman who looked to be in her forties greeted them at the door, wearing heavy makeup and chunky jewelry. As she drew closer, however, Janet realized that it was actually a man. She tried not to

you to get your measurements, and then browse around the shop. If you encounter any problems, just let him know.

before she was whisked away by

a hand over his mouth and chuckled demurely. His gestures were more

would you like an evening gown style that shows off your cleavage? What color are we thinking, by the way? White is too common in this day and age. How about champagne or rose pink?” He chattered on as he rounded Janet and looked her up and down. She had

on the other hand, was in a daze. The rows of dazzling

seemed to be dedicated to the simpler, sweeter styles, while another corner burst with shades of pink. The first one boasted of satin and lace dresses with pearls and sewn flowerettes as accents. The second one had massive dresses with layers of tulle and ruffles. But the most remarkable of all was the line-up of traditional wedding dresses from different countries. This shop

wall. “Or are they off-limits?” The dress in the center had caught her eye. It had an intricately embroidered bodice

when it comes to Brandon. Those dresses are from the “True Love” series that was

surmised that the price they fetched must be over