Billionaire's Admirable Bride
Justin was even holding the young lady's right hand and whispering to her ear, "Don't be scared. She's my mom."
"Hmm." Mrs. Juliet's eyes narrowed at Justin. He smiled and replied, "Good evening, Mom. She's my friend—although not the type of friend you might think of as lovers. She happens to live around here too, but with her stepmother. Her stepmother threw her out of their house tonight."
"Good evening, ma. I'm Olima Adams," Olima spluttered, afraid of Justin's mother.
"Hmm." Mrs. Juliet saw that her son stared at the pretty young lady with care and concern in his eyes. Even though she didn't want to believe the look of desire she saw on her son's face, it was equivalent to how lovers usu
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