The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

A black Bugatti slowly ground to a halt outside the yard.

The area was remote, with only a handful of shabby houses in sight. A luxury car was decidedly out of place in such a scene.

The man in the backseat put aside a stack of documents he had been perusing, then changed from his svelte, tailored suit to an old jacket.

Sean twisted around to look at his boss, who had been going through so much trouble traveling back and forth every day. “You used to come here only once or twice a year, Boss,” Sean pointed out. “You have villas all over the city. You can just move into in one of them with your wife. Why do you bother going to this dump every single day?”

Ethan threw him a cold glance. “You’ve been awful talkative lately. Do you have so much time in your hands? If you have nothing better to do, you might as well clean up and tend to these other villas of mine.”

Sean immediately shut up and looked away.

Ethan got out of the car. Once he was out of sight, Sean slapped his own cheek, muttering, “You blabbermouth. You spoke too much.”

Ethan walked into the house and found Janet stretched out on the sofa, her eyes fixed on her laptop screen. She had cucumber slices plastered to her face, and one of her hands was holding a large tumbler with a straw peeking out of its rim.

eaten yet?” She had heard him arrive, yet she just couldn’t

already had dinner with

her long, slender legs were bare, he quietly fetched the gray blanket from the sofa and draped it over them before plopping down next to her. “How did your

She closed her laptop, then grabbed the cucumber pieces from her face and popped them into her mouth. “You won’t believe

already knew

leaned back and listened intently as Janet recounted

when she was done.

been looking forward to his shocked face, so she was caught off-guard by his reaction. Ethan didn’t seem the

“Maybe,” she murmured.

the end, Janet brushed it off, thinking that the gravity of the situation might

to carry on with her series. But then she paused at the last minute, and looked back at

color, and his jeans were worn-out, but his face more than made up for his clothes. If she didn’t know better,

better of her. “What on earth is it

had this small house, a deceased mother, and the Lester family that had abandoned him for being a bastard child. When it came down to it, she knew