The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Janet turned in the direction of the voice and found a white BMW parked at the curb not far away.

Jocelyn was sitting smugly at the passenger seat, wearing a sexy camisole dress and large sunglasses. An equally flashy man, presumably her boyfriend, was behind the wheel.

She took off her sunglasses now, and smacked the gum she was chewing as she eyed Janet and Ethan. “What, do you want a ride or something?” Jocelyn drawled. “I suppose that’s fine, but make sure you wipe your shoes before you get in, or you’re going to dirty my babe’s new car.”

Janet took out her phone and wordlessly rounded the car to take photos of its license plate. When she straightened, she pointed at the road sign just up ahead. “Didn’t you see that you’re not allowed to park here? If you don’t move right away, I’ll report you to the traffic enforcers.”

Jocelyn crossed her arms over her chest and scoffed. “Go ahead, then. We can pay the fine, no matter how much it is. I’m not like you, who probably can’t even afford to take a taxi. For all I know, you must be out here begging for alms, aren’t you? Like some piss-poor vagrant. Oh, wait. Now that I think about it, our dog does the same.”

Jocelyn’s harsh words cut deep into Janet’s skin. She gritted her teeth and looked at her feet to keep herself from spouting bitter curses at the woman.

Janet had worked hard to build herself up over time, yet her morale seemed to have crumbled in the blink of an eye. She felt as though she had regressed back to her younger, helpless self.

Janet clenched her fists so hard that her nails almost cut into her palm.

was all she could do to keep her

anyone

Ethan pulled her back and

was then pressed against his broad,

woman in my life, although I don’t really mind doing so if I have to,” he said in a menacing tone, his cold eyes sweeping from Jocelyn to her boyfriend. “You’d better discipline your woman and keep her in line. You’re the general manager of Cagen Group, aren’t you? I’ll be

why, but felt a chill run down his spine. He wondered where this no-good punk got the call to act

he chastised Jocelyn. “What if that bastard goes to my company and make

me you’re scared. You

her ego. Why was this good-looking guy being so protective of Janet, anyway? They

toward them, its engine roaring in the otherwise serene highway. It screeched

a limited edition model!” It must be

craned her neck and stared at the Lamborghini in a similarly covetous fashion. Very few people in the city—no, in the whole country—could afford this

car, walked past the BMW, and stopped in front of Ethan. He gave a small bow and spoke in a respectful voice.

and her boyfriend were