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.

she could do to keep her tears

couldn’t let anyone see her

a sudden, Ethan pulled her back and took her in his

forehead was then pressed against his broad,

eyes sweeping from Jocelyn to her boyfriend. “You’d better discipline your

but felt a chill run down his spine. He wondered where this no-good punk got the

if that bastard goes to

you’re scared. You

as well, but if she balked now, it would be a great blow to her ego. Why was this good-looking guy being so protective of

the otherwise serene highway. It screeched

It must be some rich young master showing off

the Lamborghini in a similarly covetous fashion. Very few people in the city—no, in the whole country—could afford this luxury

of said car, walked past the BMW, and stopped in front of Ethan. He gave a small bow and spoke in a respectful voice. “I apologize for keeping you waiting, sir. Please get

boyfriend were stunned