The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 2 The Newlywed Husband

Monica was a popular actress in the entertainment industry when she was young. Even

after having two daughters, she still took care of her body. Just like a beautiful charming

young woman.

She was a mistress, but her skills were extremely high. Not only did she successfully

dethrone the real wife. She also moved herself to the position of Matriarch in the Hart’s

family.

Monica had indeed made the wedding glamorous. Even Olive’s wedding dress had

been customized from Paris at a very huge cost. Everyone did praise her for a job well

done.

Olive pretended as though she was devoid of knowledge. She looked through the door

expectantly, “Why isn’t the groom here?”

Immediately she was done speaking, Monica’s expression changed greatly. Everyone

stared at one another in awe.

“Isn’t she aware that she’s about marrying an ill man?” questioning look showed on

faces of the guests.

Patrick stepped forward, his eyes a little guilty and dodgy, “Olive, the groom isn’t feeling

too well. So he can’t come. But you’ll meet him once we’re done done here.”

An obedient smile arched on her lips. “Okay dad. I should be heading to meet him.”

Olive was led by Patrick into a luxury G–wagon which parked in the hotel’s garage. She

waved at him and he nodded in response, as the car sped off.

They guests were sympathetic that she wasn’t aware of her husband’s condition. They

all looked at Monica and began to whisper sarcastic words.

Although Monica was quite stunning, she was a stepmother who made another

woman’s child marry a sick man.

fluttered in embarrassment. The

Olive had to ask such question in

let it slide as she knew perfectly how to get back at her in

at the Red Villa and was ushered into her

thus it was pitch dark and

eyes shone in a gleam of vigilance. She walked over to the bed and

the big,

must be her new

him a pulse, she stretched out her index

next second, her slender waist was clasped by few thin fingers.

saying jack, he was

She was informed that her husband

grabbed her waist were strong and clearly that of

“Who is he?”

and pressed against his crotch. But

easily dodged her attacks and bent his knees, causing her to

move.

was quick, accurate

struggled hard as their bodies

fabric.

to have s*x?” A deep magnetic

Degenerate!

possibility of the man in the room

fingers had already landed on the zip of

unzipping it.

his hands, “What

moan. Can you

Moan?

sneaky voice form outside the room. It was a

madam Samantha.

go back…”

old lady hushed angrily, “I’ll listen with my ears,

on, but Elvis pressed her shoulder

her back,

put up a show for the old lady

cooperation.

“I can’t do that.”

beneath him. She’s only twenty years old or odd. now

eyes reserved and shy. Elvis two big hands came

pulled it off.

skin turned cold, she wrapped her hands around her slim

asked again, but in a

her side, trapping her in his arms and initiating