Chapter 121
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 121 A Birthday Surprise âNo!â Pamela clenched her fists. She couldnât stay sane or rational, she quickly probed desperately, âMr. Augustine, have you forgotten? You promised to surprise me on my birthday.â
Elvisâs handsome face was calm. He was indifferent and alienated.
âIsnât this a surprise?â
Pamela suddenly found it difficult to breathe. She finally understood what Elvis implied by âsurpriseâ. She realized that the fake breakup was all planned inorder for them to humiliate her on her birthday.
Many people were aware of Olive and Elvisâs relationship. Raven, Harry and North, they all knew. She had even spoken ill of Oliveâs husband in the Red Villa before them.
She was such an idiot!
Pamela was of the habit of comparing herself with Olive. But now she like a compete loser. The embarrassment and humiliation were too much for her.
Pamela didnât want to believe what she had just heard, she kept shaking her head in denial.
âI still donât believe it, Elvis, you didnât marry Olive, did you? Olive, why did you steal my man? You know how much I love Elvis. My goal was to marry him, how can you be his wife!â Pamela fired furiously.
Seeing her breakdown this way made Olive get a glimpse of the obsession that Pamela had for Elvis.
Oliveâs bright eyes stared at Pamela, âPamela, donât you understand how I became Mrs. Augustine? I didnât steal your man, but you willingly gave him to me. Originally, you could have been Mrs. Augustine, but you didnât want it.â
What?
Pamela felt as though she had been electrocuted. Oliveâs words kept echoing in Pamelaâs ears like a spell. She could have been married into the Red Villa, and she would have become Mrs. Augustine. How did she lose the opportunity?
Pamelaâs legs softened and she almost collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, Monica stepped forward and supported Pamela.
Monica looked at Elvis awkwardly, she muttered shamelessly, âMr. Augustine, donât be deceived by Oliveâs innocent appearance. Infact, sheâs perfect at seducing people.â
âMrs. Hart, I know better than anyone what kind of an individual that my wife is. I also hope that youâll be careful with your words and deeds. I am very protective of the people that I love.â Elvisâs sharp eyes fell on Monica, interrupting her abruptly.
Monicaâs nous went numb. She blinked and gritted her teeth powerlessly.
Pamelaâs eyes were reddened as she looked at Monica weakly, âMomâ¦â
gave me everything that you ever dreamt of. I kinda contemplated if she loves me.â
Olive scorned with a sweet laugh.
âOlive, you! Pamela, donât listen to her provocative words. Mom wasnât aware of this initially.â Monica tried defending herself.
Pamelaâs brain nerves were stinging. She immediately pushed Monica away and was unwilling to spare her another glance.
Pamela was her most treasured daughter. Now that she was pushed away by Pamela, Monica felt extremely sad. She swiftly turned to Patrick, âPatrick, Iâ¦â
Patrick understood perfectly what was going on. It was impossible for his favourite daughter, Pamela, to marry Elvis Augustine.
It was all Monicaâs fault, because it was Monica who had planned the marriage. She had given Pamelaâs splendid life to Olive on a platter of gold.
Patrick glowered at Monica.
âShut up! Donât you dare call me!â
Monicaâs heart was shattered. She had just found her way back to Patrickâs heart and now they were back to how they previously were.
This time, she wasnât only abhorred by her husband, but she was also abandoned by her daughter.
Patrick looked at Olive. He smirked and muttered, âOlive, everything that happened in the past is my fault. Dad was deceived. You have to believe that dad loves youâ¦
H Olive chuckled and smiled lightly.
âMr. Hart!â Olive called out, as the smile on her face had vanished.
Patrick instantly froze.
âMr. Hart, your love has always been for Pamela and Gabriella. Which other love do you wanna give to me? Since the day that you kicked me out of the Hartâs family, you kinda ceased to be my father.â
Patrick gazed at Olive with trembling lips.
âOlive, thisâ¦this⦠this must be some kind of misunderstanding.â
Elvis wasnât interested in spending another second in there. He lowered his head and looked at the girl in his embrace.
âMrs. Augustine, can we go?â
Olive nodded, âYes.â
Elvis took Oliveâs hand and exited the hall.
As soon as the duo left, all eyes fell on the three members of the Hartâs family in the hall.
âSo the fireworks were for Olive and not Pamela.â
âPamela is pathetic!â
âWho has Oliveâs phone number? Boss Augustine loves her so much, I want to be her friend!â
In the snap of a finger, the distinguished guest in the hall had left. They were all highâranking individuals from across Los Angeles. Pamela, Monica and Patrick instantly became laughingstocks.
Pamela clenched her fists and ran outside. Soon, she stopped.
The entire hotel was covered with fluffy wool carpets, and the romantic gauze flowers were scattered on the floor. The staff stood respectfully.
Elvis held Oliveâs hand and walked over. Everyone quickly bowed their heads and cheered, âHappy birthday, madam!â