The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Clara waited from evening until late at night. Hours passed and Elvis and Olive remained in the bathroom and didn’t come out.

Clara was so angry that she almost vomited blood. Opposite the door, the man she loved the most was making love with another woman.

In her heart, Elvis was a born king, with a strong, domineering, and contemptuous royal temperament. And with his temperament and ability to control his desires, even if she had Olive’s face, he wouldn’t have any sexual desire for her, Clara felt that he had a cold personality.

But she was wrong.

He also likes things between men and women. Really.

At this time, there was movement outside, Elvis carried Olive out of the bathroom.

Elvis’s husky, seductive voice reached her cars: “Olive, you should rest. I’m going to take a shower.”

Elvis went to the bathroom again.

In the end, everything stopped and it was time for her to act.

Clara’s limbs trent numb. For a few hours hiding in the closet, her heart burned every second with jealousy and resentment.

She gently opened the closet door.

Olive got up and got dressed. Her long drenched black hair framed her petite face and ruddy neck, her delicate skin was covered in a thin, crystal–clear layer of sweat, her eyebrows were slender and her eyes bright. There was a fragility and a nurtured charm in it, vivid and fragrant.

Clara stared at her, whispering, “Olive, you’ve gone too far. You agreed to let me be Elvis‘ woman tonight, but you came first.”

Olive felt weak all over, even her voice was lazy and flattered, “We’ve agreed to let you be Elvis‘ woman tonight, so your chance has come.”

“You…!” Clara clenched her fist, “Elvis and you have been crazy together for hours, now that if he’s lost his strength, what should I do?”

Clara was really angry. No matter how strong a man’s physical strength is, it will reach its limit. She saw that Dvis had spent all his energy tonight because of Olive, how could he have the strength to make love to her?

can’t really help you with this,” Olive

at her back, Clara bitterly scolded: “What are you pretending to be? Isn’t it because you were subdued by Elvis? I heard you call him

the sink. She reached out

smooth white skin is full of hickey

delicate ruddy neck, down to her bra, and disappeared,

at herself in the mirror. Her slim face was roky and seductive,

her undershirt

washing away the sticky unpleasant feeling all over her body. Her trembling legs

evil. If

and hazy due to childbirth had softened, and she had to endure Clara’s scolding just

and Clara doing

still chooses to trust him. Since he told her not to care about anything, she would listen to him. and

for so long. It’s time to

The next morning.

she met an

soft, pink long dress. After just one night of disappearing, her whole body became like peach soaked in honey,

Olive, Clara hurriedly showed a smile of

Olive stopped walking.

came over, smiled softly, and said: “Olive, thank you so much. Last night, Elvis and I slept together, now I am

show any wavering expression, looking

like a flower, obviously being taken care of

really slept with

pursed her red lips slightly,

last night he was so enthusiastic. He did it to

to Olive, “This is for you.

her slender

In the room.

Clara didn’t say what it was just now, but she