The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Clenching his teeth, Ethan shot Garrett a murderous glare. “You want me to pretend to be gay?”

Garrett burst into unhinged laughter that lasted a long time. When he finally was out of breath, he leaned back against the sofa and looked at his friend innocently. “What else can you do? You want to help your wife using Brandon’s identity, but your wife refuses to accept Brandon’s kindness. And, as her husband, you can’t remain indifferent while knowing that Brandon’s hitting on your wife.”

When he finished his words, he looked at Ethan, who was sitting against the light. Garrett could only make out Ethan’s outline in the dazzling afternoon light. His friend seemed unfathomable. Ethan put down the pen and leaned against his chair, gnashing his teeth angrily. After a long time, he finally said with great reluctance, “I guess it is my only choice.”

Garrett’s smile grew even wider, as though his trick had succeeded. He happily took a sip of the tea then set the cup on the table and smacked his lips. “Dude, I told you I’m so smart. Who else could’ve come up with such a good idea? Now, you won’t have to go through all that trouble anymore.”

Ethan curved his mouth into a sneer. “Of course only you could think of an idea so ridiculous, it might actually work, but it is also a double-edged sword.”

Garrett sighed and said in a whining tone, “It took me a long time to solve this problem for you. How could you say that to me?”

Truth be told, Ethan thought Garrett’s idea was feasible. Even if Janet was under the impression that Brandon was gay, it wouldn’t change anything anyway. When he revealed his identity in the future, the misunderstanding would naturally disappear. But despite knowing this, he couldn’t help but feel awkward.

It’d have been much better if someone else could tell Janet that Brandon was gay. But now he had to tell her himself that he liked men.

for any straight man to say it. How much more the domineering and powerful CEO of the Larson

kept on smiling and winked at him. “I have another idea. You could tell Janet that Brandon has erectile dysfunction. So

a mischievous man

he was born into a business-inclined family and even though the three generations before him were all wealthy businessmen, he

said in a voice so low that

think the

didn’t say anything, but his dark

*******

started to turn yellow and orange. The days were getting

back home,

cold beer and gulped it down. Then he crushed the can and leaned against the refrigerator, his hooded eyes riddled with

idea how to initiate the uncomfortable conversation

was fretting, the door

and stopped when she saw him. Her eyes curved in a smile like crescent moons. “You’re home early today!” she said with