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, and the scent of artificial fragrances disgusted him. But Olive smelled incredibly 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 was stunned. His lips had gently brushed against her full, reddish lips.

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

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

Olive looked at him. "Definitely not!"

A magnetic, pleasant 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 said, waving her hand 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 muttered, but Elvis had already driven away.

Gabriella watched Olive from her window. She shook her head disappointedly. "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 convinced herself she was mistaken. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, but the car was gone.

She quickly ran 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 crafted, 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 earlier, when Olive was nine, her mother had died from an illness. One day, Olive woke to find herself at the top of the staircase; Old Mr. Hart had fallen and lay in a pool of blood. Her father, Patrick, and the servants had arrived at the scene, and despite her denials, no one believed her.

Patrick consulted a fortune teller who declared Olive a disaster. Therefore, Patrick sent her to an orphanage and never contacted her again.

After her mother's death, Olive learned her father had been having a long-term affair with Monica, and had two daughters with her, one older than Olive.

Olive checked Old Mr. Hart's pulse, then took out a silver needle and inserted it into his arm. 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 kitchen gloves.

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

Monica turned, surprised. "Olive's keeping a gigolo? How shameless!"

"What are you baking, Mom?" Gabriella asked as the oven beeped, signaling the food was ready.

"It's a pizza, for Olive," Monica replied, removing the tray.

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

Monica took a knife, sliced a piece of pizza, and placed it on a plate. She then 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 that girl has a nice figure. She married trash, but she could still be a plaything for these presidents. So, I'll make her eat this, then take some nude photos of her. I'm sure she'll cooperate."

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

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

Olive sat down and ate the pizza. 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 put in this?" she asked, then collapsed onto the table.

A satisfied sneer spread across Monica's face. She ordered the servants to take Olive upstairs.

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

"Mr. Ronald, Olive's upstairs. The drug will keep her asleep for two hours. You can enjoy her as much as you like," Monica said with a soft laugh.

"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 slender, beautiful body, and had struck a deal with Monica.

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