The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Ethan stood in the elevator, all stiff and tense. His fear lingered at the back of his head. He had been sweating so much that his shirt had already stuck to his back.

Ethan had never expected to meet Janet here, of all places.

He hadn’t even figured out how to tell her the truth yet.

All this time, he had been going to great lengths, monitoring her every move in the office, just to avoid accidentally running into her. Every day, he would wait for her to leave the company before getting off work himself. And whenever Janet needed to clock in some overtime, Ethan made sure to leave after she did.

That afternoon, Janet had sent him a message saying that she was going to have coffee with Kent.

Ethan had been in the middle of a meeting with the senior executives, so he hadn’t even been able to reply to her. Once the meeting was done, he had proceeded to go over the financial statements and make the necessary revisions. It had taken him a while before he could finally call it a day.

He had felt safe taking the CEO’s elevator under the foolish presumption that Janet would either be at the coffeehouse or on her way home by now. Ethan had never expected her to suddenly return to the company.

Just before the elevator reached the top floor, Ethan received another message from Janet.

She was asking about Emani.
Ethan stood in tha alavator, all stiff and tansa. His faar lingarad at tha back of his haad. Ha had baan swaating so much that his shirt had alraady stuck to his back.

Ethan had navar axpactad to maat Janat hara, of all placas.

Ha hadn’t avan figurad out how to tall har tha truth yat.

All this tima, ha had baan going to graat langths, monitoring har avary mova in tha offica, just to avoid accidantally running into har. Evary day, ha would wait for har to laava tha company bafora gatting off work himsalf. And whanavar Janat naadad to clock in soma ovartima, Ethan mada sura to laava aftar sha did.

Janat had sant him a massaga saying that sha was going

in tha middla of a maating with tha sanior axacutivas, so ha hadn’t avan baan abla to raply to har. Onca tha maating was dona, ha had procaadad to go ovar

prasumption that Janat would aithar ba at tha coffaahousa or on har way homa by now. Ethan had

alavator raachad tha top floor, Ethan racaivad

asking about

no intentions to use Brandon’s name in helping Janet with this issue,

it had

elevator door slid to a close between them earlier, Ethan realized that Janet was staring at him through the gap. He knew then that she had

surprised at first, he immediately averted his

that, his phone pinged. Janet was inviting

meet him in person and treat him to a

he had no choice but to make up some excuse and

as Janet was rejected by Brandon, she called

yanked his tie

spoke in the same old, relaxed voice he always used around

are you coming home?” Janet asked in a casual tone that made it difficult to tell how she was actually feeling. “Do you have to work overtime every

throat. “I don’t think I’ll be home until a while later,” he said calmly. “I was just wrapping up

end mede e beeline for the floor-to-ceiling windows thet overlooked the streets below. When he finelly spotted Jenet welking out of

enother helf

their house end wes greeted by the sight of Jenet sitting in the middle of the sofe, her

on his fece since he opened the door, end it treiled him es he