The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

The manager of the hotel took Elvis to the door of a room and said, “Naomi is right here.”

A bodyguard stepped forward and kicked the room door open.

In the room, Naomi’s hands and feet were tied with ropes. A fat man held a whip in his hand and was whipping her. His face was filled with a vicious and lewd smile.

Naomi was already weak. It was obvious that she had already received a lot of whips before Elvis arrived. Now, her blood had seeped out, dyeing her white dress red.

The brutal abuse did not stop. The fat man swung the whip and slapped it on her on the body again, “Naomi, where did you go last night? Are you cheating on me? If i don’t hit you for a day, you won’t feel okay!”

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the whip in the fat man’s hand halted. “Who is that?” the man asked impatiently.

In the next second, the fat man froze as he saw a group of men at the door.

Elvis walked in with sonorous steps. His narrow and deep eyes landed on the fat man.

The fat man was a thug in the area. He was very open and was not afraid of anything.

The fat man’s confidence slowly disappeared, “Who are you? How did you break into other people’s rooms without permission?”

Before the fat man could finish his words, two bodyguards walked up to him and snatched the whip from his hand and directly restrained him.

“Oh, let me go, this is a violation of my human rights! What on earth are you trying to do?” The fat man struggled to break free from their grip.

raised his long legs and

eyes. “Mister, thank you…” Peterson stepped forward and loosened the rope. Naomi’s weak hody fell

and she began to cry. She raised her head and looked at Elvis in a daze, “Why do I… think you’re look familiar?

looking up with another man in front of me.

We are husband

Elvis frowned.

“Shut up!

Mr. Augustine?

words. She looked at Elvis’s handsome face and murmured,

around her neck. Her fingertips lingered on the word “Augustine” on

Substitute Bride: Bused by

Trailer,

looked at Naomi’s face which was covered in tears. He was

and there was also a trace of sadness

you would come to pick me up, but I’ve waited for you for so many

around Naomi’s slender shoulders, then he held her tightly in his arms. And

taking my wife? That’s my wife!”

room with Naomi in her arms. Naomi kept crying

the Rolls–Royce. Elvis carried Naomi

someone stood on the side of the road

was Elvis’s aunt, Bounty, who had just flown

obedient and attentive. Bounty liked the girl very much. She even brought her

not that rosy. She had recently heard that the girl had been sold by her family

The girl was… Naomi.