Chapter 5
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 5 Give Her To Another Man Elvis had scented all kinds of perfumes on women. The smell of artificial spices left him disgusted.
But Olive scented really good.
Elvis unfastened her seat belt and asked in a low voice, âWhat perfume did you sprinkle?â
Olive shook her head, âI didnât use any perfume.â
âThen why do you scent so good?â Elvis looked up, but he was stunned for a second.
His lips had gently touched her round. reddish lips.
Oliveâs body trembled. It was first kiss!
Elvis backed away. He glanced at her red lips and said. âIâm sorry, but I should let you kiss me back.â
Olive looked at him. âDefinitely not!â
A magnetic and pleasant laughter rolled out of his throat.
Olive opened the passenger door, âIâll go ahead.â
âMy name is Elvis Augustine.â
Olive nodded. At the moment, she really didnât care about his name. She just wanted to see her grandfather.
âThank you Mr. Augustine. Iâll go ahead. Olive waved her small hand to Elvis from outside the car.â
Olive was wearing a red crop top. When she was waved her hand, the top jumped up.
revealing her small waist.
âI have a meeting later. Iâll pick you up, once Iâm done.â
âNo needâ¦â Olive muttered, but Elvis had already sped off.
Gabriella stood by her window side and watched Olive. She shook her head disappointedly. âOlive just got married last night. and today sheâs already hooked up with another man.â
The luxurious car had caught her attention. How could the wild man that Olive hooked up with drive such?
Gabriella convinced herself that she had indeed thought wrong. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, but the car had already left.
She quickly ran downstairs and met Olive. She let out a loud laughter, âOlive, who was that man that just dropped you off a moment ago? I didnât expect you to be so lonely to the point of getting a young gigolo!â
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A young gigolo?â
âElvis Augustine?
Elvis perfectly crafted handsome face had appeared in Oliveâs mind, as well as his mature and restrained style.
âWhereâs grandpa? I want to see him.â Olive bypassed Gabriella and went upstairs.
Upstairs, Old Mr. Hart laid on the bed. He had been in coma for over ten years.
In the Hartâs family, apart from Oliveâs mother, Old Mr. Hart was the only person who loved Olive.
Ten years ago when she was just nine, her mother was diagnosed with a certain sickness and had passed away. One day, she woke to finding herself on the upper side of the staircase, and Old Mr. Hart had already rolled down and crashed to the ground, drenching in a pool of blood. At the time, her father, Patrick and servants had arrived the scene, and no matter how she claimed that she had nothing to do with it, no one seemed to believe her.
Patrick had found a fortune teller. The fortune teller claimed she was a disaster.
Hence the reason why Patrick had sent her to orphanage. And hadnât cared about her since then.
It was after her motherâs death that Olive realized that her father had been cheating on her for a long time with Monica. And she had given birth to two daughters for him, one was even older than Olive.
Olive checked old Mr. Hartâs pulse, then took out a silver needed and stabbed it into his arm.
After putting away the needles, Olive covered the old man with a blanket and said softly, âGrandfather, donât worry, Iâll definitely cure you, soon youâll wake up.â
In the kitchen.
Gabriella met Monica standing over the oven, she wore a thick kitchen gloves.
âMom, do you know what just happened? Olive was dropped off by a man. The manâs Oliveâs gigolorâ
Monica turned surprisingly and stared at Gabriella, âOlive is actually keeping a gigolo?
How shameless of her!â
âWhat are you baking mum?â Gabriella inquired when the oven had started to beep, alerting them that whatsoever was in there was done and needed to be taken out.
âItâs a pizza. For olive.â Monica replied and took out the tray of hot pizza out of the oven.
âWhat? Mom, did I just hear you right?â
Monica took out a knife from the kitchenâs cabinet, she sliced out a portion and placed it in the white breakable plate that she held.
She took out a substance from her pocket. She unwrapped it and sprinkled some amount on the pizza. âYesterday, at the wedding, President Ronald took a liking on Olive. I think that girl has a nice figure. She literally married a trash, but she could still be a plaything for these presidents. So, Iâll make her eat this, and then take some nudes of her. Iâm sure sheâll consent to doing our biddings.â
A smile arched on Gabriellaâs face and she gave Monica a thumbs up, âMom, you really are smart. Let me go get a cake from the cake shop, Iâll be back in a moment.â She walked out of the kitchen heading for the entrance door.
Monica took the plate of pizza and kept it on the dinning table. âOlive. I just made you a pizza, come eat.â
Olive walked over to the table, sat down and used her fork and knife in eating the pizza..
She took a few slice and smiled seemingly sweetly, âThank you ma. Itâs delicious.â
âNo need to thank me, go on and finish it if itâs delicious.â Monica smiled happily on the face and thought her stupid secretly.
Olive made to take another slice, but her vision became blurry, âWhat did you give to me?â She asked and collapsed on the table.
A satisfactory sneer appeared on Monicaâs face. She ordered the servants to take her upstairs.
Soon, a middleâaged pot bellied man came out from a room downstairs, he met Monica and asked excitedly. âWhereâs she? Did you succeed?â
âMr. Ronald, Oliveâs upstairs. The medicine is enough to make her sleep for two hours.
You can go on and enjoy her as much as you want.â Monica muttered and let out a soft laugh..
âYou did a beautiful job Mrs Hart. Me Ronald made to head upstairs but was stopped by Monica, âMr Ronald. You promise to inject capital into Hartâs corporationâ¦â
Yesterday at the weddingâs banquet. Mr. Ronaldâs eyes were itching to see Oliveâs slender and beautiful body. So he had stroke a deal with her.
In the room, Mr. Ronald almost drooled when he saw Olive lying on the bed. He hastily took off his clothes and rushed over to her, âLittle beauty, Iâm here!â