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.

lowered and her nose and bright eyes

that Catherine used to be a beautiful woman during her youthful days, but she lost

on her flat belly and said, “I’m pregnant with Luke’s child. He dotes on me very much. You both have been estranged from each other for years. How about you divorce him now? I

her without uttering a word. She just cut

of calmness that she had cultivated for many years. It was as if the news didn’t

leaned back on the chair and turned to the servant. She then asked calmly, “Why did you let a stranger

be mad at her.

ayabrows wara slightly lowarad and har nosa and

tall that Catharina usad to ba

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 from aach othar for yaars. How about

har without uttaring a word. Sha just cut tha last tulip and

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

turnad to tha sarvant. Sha than

at har. At this momant, Catharina had a mocking smila on