The Substitute Bride: Doted by My billionaire Husband by Sumpto Midway
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
Monica cheeks fluttered in embarrassment. The wedding was originally under her
control, but Olive had to ask such question in a bid to stymy her plans.
Monica let it slide as she knew perfectly how to get back at her in the future.
Olive arrived at the Red Villa and was ushered into her room. The lights were not turned
on, thus it was pitch dark and the atmosphere was a bit cold.
Olive’s dark eyes shone in a gleam of vigilance. She walked over to the bed and saw a
man lying on the big, soft bed.
This must be her new husband!
Olive reached out to give him a pulse, she stretched out her index finger towards him,
but in the next second, her slender waist was clasped by few thin fingers. She felt as
though the world was spinning, and before saying jack, he was already on. top of her.
Olive was galvanized. She was informed that her husband was a sick man. But the
fingers that had just grabbed her waist were strong and clearly that of a healthy man.
“Who is he?”
Olive quickly bent her knees and pressed against his crotch. But the man was even
faster. He easily dodged her attacks and bent his knees, causing her to be unable to
move.
He was quick, accurate and ruthless.
“Who are you? Let me go!” Olive struggled hard as their bodies rubbed through the thin
fabric.
“The bride is enthusiastic, do you want to have s*x?” A deep magnetic voice sounded.
Degenerate!
Olive suddenly pondered on the possibility of the man in the room being her husband.
The man’s slender fingers had already landed on the zip of her dress, and was slowly
unzipping it.
Olive quickly grabbed his hands, “What are you doing?”
“Just moan. Can you do that?”
Moan?
At this moment, Olive heard a sneaky voice form outside the room. It was a maid who
was beckoning on the Old madam Samantha. “Madam, this isn’t good. We had better
go back…”
“Shh.“The old lady hushed angrily, “I’ll listen with my ears, not with my eyes!”
Olive wanted to see what was going on, but Elvis pressed her shoulder with one hand
and pushed her back, “Hurry up and
Olive guessed that he needed to put up a show for the old lady and needed her
cooperation.
“I can’t do that.”
Elvis stared at the girl beneath him. She’s only twenty years old or odd. now showing a
frown, and her eyes reserved and shy. Elvis two big hands came to her dress and
pulled it off.
Olive felt her skin turned cold, she wrapped her hands around her slim shoulders.
“Can you moan now?” Elvis asked again, but in a more calmer tone.