The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Ever since the day Jocelyn found out that she was pregnant, she had begun to inquire about Mrs. Turner’s current address.

Luke and his wife, Catherine, didn’t live under the same roof. They had been separated for many years.

After a few unlucky tries, Jocelyn was finally able to get the address from Luke’s secretary.

On D-Day, she carefully applied some makeup and dressed up. She wore the most expensive cloth and jewelry that Luke had bought for her. She then stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection for a long time. ‘Wow! I look like a queen. It’s time to begin the quest to take my rightful place. Catherine is an old hag. She will feel inferior when she sees me. In fact, I believe that she wouldn’t dare to stand up to me!’

With this thought in mind, Jocelyn became extremely excited. She took the pregnancy test result and walked out of the house with her head held high.

Catherine lived in a luxurious house located on the hillside of the sea. The beautiful scenery was so unreal that it could be likened to a painting.

It always took people’s breaths away. And Jocelyn was no different. She was in awe for a while. Like the contemptuous woman that she was, she continued to concoct more plans. ‘Jeez! This is the dream house I have always longed for! But that old hag is currently living in it. I must coerce Luke to drive her away once we get married. This house is only befitting for a queen like me!’

Still holding her head up high, Jocelyn majestically walked into the house. The first person she saw inside was a middle-aged charming woman who was dressed in expensive clothes. She was arranging flowers into a vase.

were slightly lowered and her

must be Catherine.’ Jocelyn sized up the woman carefully. She could tell that Catherine used to be a beautiful woman during

both have been estranged from each other for years. How about you divorce him now? I don’t want my child to be born out of wedlock. Give Luke a divorce, so I can

her without uttering a word. She just cut the last tulip and put it

comfortable. She had an aura of calmness that she had cultivated for many years. It was as if

servant. She then

remained unnerved. She thought the middle-aged woman would be mad at her. At this moment, Catherine had a mocking smile on her face as

lowarad and har nosa and bright ayas

Catharina usad to ba a baautiful

walkad ovar majastically and thraw tha pragnancy tast rasult on tha tabla. Sha put ona hand on har flat bally and said, “I’m pragnant with Luka’s child. Ha dotas on ma vary much. You both hava baan astrangad

glancad at har without uttaring a word. Sha just cut tha last

har faca, sha still lookad paacaful and comfortabla. Sha had an aura of calmnass that

chair and turnad to tha sarvant.

woman would ba mad at har. At this momant, Catharina had a mocking smila on