The Substitute Bride: Doted by My Billionaire Husband by Sumpto Midway

Chapter 5: Give Her to Another Man

Elvis had smelled countless perfumes on women. The artificial scents disgusted him. But Olive smelled remarkably good.

He unfastened her seatbelt and asked in a low voice, "What perfume are you wearing?"

Olive shook her head. "I'm not wearing any."

"Then why do you smell so good?" Elvis looked up, then stared, stunned. His lips had gently brushed against hers.

Olive's body trembled. It was her first kiss.

Elvis pulled back. He glanced at her reddened lips and said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you."

Olive looked at him. "Definitely not!"

A magnetic laugh rolled from his throat.

Olive opened the passenger door. "I'll go now."

"My name is Elvis Augustine."

Olive nodded. At that moment, she didn't care about his name. She just wanted to see her grandfather.

"Thank you, Mr. Augustine. I'll go now." Olive waved from outside the car. Her red crop top rode up slightly, revealing her slender waist.

"I have a meeting. I'll pick you up later."

"No need…" Olive mumbled, but Elvis had already driven away.

Gabriella watched from her window. She shook her head in disappointment. "Olive just got married last night, and today she's already with another man?" The luxurious car had caught her attention. How could the man Olive was with drive such a vehicle?

Gabriella decided she must be mistaken. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, but the car was gone.

She rushed downstairs and met Olive. Laughing loudly, she exclaimed, "Olive, who was that man who just dropped you off? I didn't expect you to be so lonely you'd get a young gigolo!"

"A young gigolo?"

"Elvis Augustine."

Elvis's perfectly handsome face appeared in Olive's mind, along with his mature and restrained demeanor.

"Where's Grandpa? I want to see him." Olive bypassed Gabriella and went upstairs.

Upstairs, Old Mr. Hart lay in bed. He had been in a coma for over ten years. In the Hart family, besides Olive's mother, Old Mr. Hart was the only person who loved her. Ten years ago, when she was nine, her mother died of an illness. One day, she awoke to find herself at the top of the stairs, and Old Mr. Hart had fallen and lay in a pool of blood. Her father, Patrick, and the servants arrived at the scene. No matter how she insisted she was innocent, no one believed her. Patrick consulted a fortune teller who declared Olive a jinx. This led Patrick to send her to an orphanage, where he ignored her. After her mother's death, Olive discovered her father had been having a long-term affair with Monica, who had borne him two daughters—one older than Olive.

Olive checked Old Mr. Hart's pulse, then took out a needle and injected him. Afterward, she covered him with a blanket and said softly, "Grandfather, don't worry, I'll cure you. You'll wake up soon."

In the kitchen, Gabriella found Monica at the oven, wearing thick oven mitts.

"Mom, do you know what just happened? Olive was dropped off by a man—her gigolo!"

Monica turned, surprised. "Olive has a gigolo? How shameless!"

"What are you baking, Mom?" Gabriella asked as the oven timer beeped.

"Pizza. For Olive," Monica replied, removing the tray.

"What? Mom, did I hear you right?"

Monica took a knife, sliced a piece, and placed it on a plate. She took a substance from her pocket, unwrapped it, and sprinkled some onto the pizza. "Yesterday, at the wedding, President Ronald showed interest in Olive. I think she has a nice figure. She married a loser, but she could still be a plaything for these presidents. So, I'll make her eat this, then take some nude photos. I'm sure she'll cooperate."

Gabriella smiled and gave a thumbs-up. "Mom, you're brilliant. Let me get a cake from the shop; I'll be back in a moment." She left.

Monica placed the pizza on the table. "Olive, I made you pizza. Come eat."

Olive sat down and ate. After a few bites, she smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Ma. It's delicious."

"You're welcome. Finish it if you like it," Monica said, secretly pleased.

Olive reached for another slice, but her vision blurred. "What did you give me?" she asked, collapsing onto the table.

Monica smirked. She ordered the servants to take Olive upstairs.

Soon, a middle-aged, overweight man emerged from a downstairs room, excitedly asking, "Where is she? Did you succeed?"

"Mr. Ronald, Olive's upstairs. The drug will keep her asleep for two hours. Enjoy her," Monica said, chuckling.

"You did a great job, Mrs. Hart. Mr. Ronald started to head upstairs, but Monica stopped him. "Mr. Ronald, you promised to invest in Hart Corporation…"

At the wedding banquet, Mr. Ronald had been captivated by Olive's figure. He'd made a deal with Monica.

In the room, Mr. Ronald practically drooled at the sight of Olive lying on the bed. He quickly undressed, rushing toward her. "Little beauty, I'm here!"

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