The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

“Wow,” Janet said breathlessly. “It’s beautiful… and it looks expensive.” All of a sudden, she sighed. “Don’t tell me you spent a fortune on me again.”

“Don’t worry. It didn’t cost much. I got it from my friend.” Ethan said affectionately, lying as easily as breathing. As he spoke, he ran his fingers across the woman’s slender waist restlessly.

It never occurred to Janet that the gem in front of her was a genuine diamond. And how could it be real? If it was, Ethan had to be extremely rich.

Eyeing the twinkling gemstone, she said in awe, “Technology these days must be amazing. It looks like a real diamond!”

Ethan looked at her cute face and had to hold back a smile that kept tugging at the corner of his lips. Lowering his head so that she couldn’t see his face, he took the diamond ring out of the box and slipped it onto her index finger. Her fair, slender finger made the diamond pop out even more.

Delighted, he nibbled her neck and whispered, “You’re right. It does look real.”

“Ouch! Hey!” Janet shot him a glare, rubbing the spot he bit. Raising her hand, she stared at the diamond under the light. Each facet glistened and twinkled.

Even she couldn’t help but nod with satisfaction. Now, no one would try to rob her with such a big diamond ring on her finger, because it looked way too big. It was obviously fake.

“Oh, that hurts already? Then what should you do when we get down to real business someday?” Looking at the faint teeth marks he left on her neck, Ethan snickered.

burning bright red. She quickly yanked at a towel to wipe her face. Pushing him, she barked, “Get out of my

her waist, unwilling to let her

going to be late!” Janet quickly turned her face away stubbornly. It was as red as

kissed before. Why are you so scared?” Ethan

let her go. He

but he didn’t.

at the office, she found

submit an independent design within two weeks, and

a difficult director? She’s worse than Ike,” a male colleague complained under his breath as

office was far from here, so they could afford a

colleague sitting next

don’t know how old she is, but I’m willing to bet she doesn’t have a boyfriend.” The male

strict, but

Tiffany was standing by the door in a black dress, her lips pursed unhappily. “Since