The Mysterious Billionaire And His Substitute Bride นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Promise me." I didn't answer right away. I sat there with it, turning it over in my head the way I used to do before I stopped thinking things through altogether. Then I let out a slow breath. It was obvious from the time he showed up at the auction to bid that heirloom for Giselle that she was special to him. Joseph Macmillan, the mysterious billionaire every woman craved, wanted his younger brother’s wife. "Okay." He pulled the chair from the desk and sat across from me, leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees, his voice dropping low and even.

He made a perfect bouquet. Old lady said, "Oh, handsome young man, you are very good! Are you the owner's husband?" "I am the owner's husband, the owner's baby's father, and the owner's future daughter's father. And I own this building. But today I am just assistant," Ethan said seriously. Old lady paid £50 and left, telling everyone on Portobello Road: "The billionaire is selling flowers! And his baby is drooling on roses!" Soon, a queue formed outside The Petal Pages. Not for flowers. For the billionaire flower assistant.

“You’re my wife.” I didn’t say anything. He stepped back, pulled his sleeves up, and grabbed his phone from his pocket, “let’s go.” We walked out through the main hallway and every staff member moved like clockwork. A butler opened the front door before we even got there, a black Rolls-Royce was waiting out front, engine running, doors already open. I looked at him. “Seriously?” He put on his sunglasses. “You married a billionaire. What did you expect, Uber?”

“But the moment I saw you, you felt familiar. Like someone I could trust.” A small laugh escaped him. “Maybe we were meant for each other even in a past life.” I laughed softly at that, still resting against him as he held my hand, absentmindedly playing with my fingers. I didn’t pull away. Instead, I let myself enjoy the moment. “I really didn’t know my sugar daddy was this rich,” I teased lightly, glancing at him. “But… are you really okay with our contract?” I turned serious as I looked into his eyes. He was a billionaire, a powerful businessman. Someone like him agreeing to something like this… it didn’t make sense to me.

Now I couldn’t even throw them away. Still… something felt off. Too coincidental. It had to be Christopher. And if it was, there was no way I was letting Dominic find out. Or worse—meet him. That would end in bloodshed and the headline would probably be Billionaire CEO Beats Ex-Husband of Wife to a Pulp. I grabbed the bouquet and dumped it straight into the trash under the table before I could overthink it. My break came around noon, and I stepped outside to get some fresh air. The moment my phone buzzed, I glanced down lazily—unknown number.

She’d been scrolling without really seeing—headlines, faces, noise—until one name punched straight through the fog. Ethan Voss. Her thumb stopped. She leaned in, heart stuttering once before picking up speed. The headline was bold. Merciless. WEDDING SHATTERED: BEST MAN EXPOSES BRIDE’S AFFAIR AT ALTAR — VOSS HEIR WALKS OUT MID-CEREMONY Mia’s breath left her in a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “Oh my God.” She clicked. Photos loaded. Grainy and clear. Ethan was standing rigid at the altar. Liam froze beside Evelyn. Evelyn’s face caught mid-collapse—white, horrified, undone.

Jasmine sat down immediately with a puzzled look on her face and Avery cut to the chase immediately, because he had no time to beat around the bush. “The woman from last night wasn’t just another woman like you called her.” He started. “She’s mine. She is Zoe Madrigal of Madrigal Hotels and she is my wife.” He didn’t fail to register the shocked look on her face that disappeared almost immediately. She didn’t stand up like he had expected, she only studied him. “You got married?” She asked and when he nodded his head, laughed out loud. “Well, that is surely a surprise. I didn’t see anything about it in the news, Avery.”

She places her hand on the metal handle of the wooden door and pushes down on it before opening the door. The door reveals Alex, neatly dressed, suited up and looking uneasy. The minute he rode into Cara's street until he parked and got down, he has been getting weird stares. Maybe it's the Maserati he drove in or the Armani suit he has on but he knows he has to get out of the neighbourhood as soon as possible before he gets abducted or worse. "I need..." Alex begins to speak but he is cut off with a door to his face. Cara slams the door on the billionaire not thinking about what she has to lose.

Tobias. “My husband went through a series of things during our wedding and the reason he was absent from the field is very confidential but we assure you that he will be back on the pitch in a month. I would answer no further questions, thanks!” I could see her hands squeezing her dress, her fist gathering her gown. She was scared, freaking out, but she hid it nicely. The whole world now knows I have a wife and my phone has been blowing up, good.

"You're so horny. A man's touch can make you lose yourself." I snapped at her, but she was dumb and grasped it as a compliment. "You like it, don't you?" My fingers lazily stroke the cleft of her breasts. "Do you know what I like the most?" "What?" "To take everything he likes." I paused to see her reaction, but she was lost in her tracks. Her dress was exposing and s*xy, revealing her curves to me, accessing them needed no effort to distract her. "He knows that we gave him a substitute bride. What shall we do?"