The Billionaires Substitute Bride

The Billionaires Substitute Bride

Cat Reed

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Blurb: Mia's life turns around when she eavesdrops on a billionaire conversation and dents his car. Allen makes Mia his substitute bride when he finds out his fiance has been cheating on him.  Mia turns from a girl with debts to a billionaire's wife in just a day. After she signs a contract to be the billionaire's wife for a year,  she is determined to stay until the end just because of the payment she will receive. Will she be able to abide by all the rules of the contract? Will she be able to stay with him for a year even though his ex keeps trying to break them apart?

Chapter 1 1

Mia's POV

My life was officially over. I just got fired from the only job I had just because I spilled ketchup on the floor. Alex, my boss or should I say ex-boss, had been acting cranky lately, every little thing annoyed him and he had been firing people since the beginning of the week. I had really hoped that I wouldn't be part of them, but then here I was with my faded blue jeans and black top, dejectedly strolling back to my apartment, thinking of a way to get another job as soon as possible else I'd be doomed.

It's not easy for a college dropout like me to get a job anywhere. My parents died in a car accident when I was 20 years old. I had to quit medical school because none of my relatives were ready to help me. I've gone for several job interviews, but the moment they realize that I was a dropout, they would tell me that I wasn't needed. Alex was the only person kind enough to offer me a job and I had been working with him for a year now. The pay wasn't much but I had no choice.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, I took it out and saw that it was a message from my landlord.

"Here we go again." I sighed as I unlocked my phone to read the message.

Landlord: You said you were going to pay up this week, it's almost the weekend and I still haven't heard anything from you.

Landlord: I'm sorry, but if you don't pay up your rent this week, I'll have no choice but to pack your things out of the house.

"Oh God!" I sobbed as I read the message. Everything just seemed to be falling apart. My landlord has been warning me for several weeks, my rent was six months due and I had been saving up so I could pay him, but the money was barely up to half of what I owed.

"What am I going to do now?" I don't wanna go back home now because my landlord might be there and I wasn't ready to face him yet.

I swiped my red hair off my face as I scrolled through my phone, then I dialed my best friend's number, it rang five times before she finally picked it.

"Hey, Mia." Kara's voice filtered through the speaker of my phone, she sounded breathless. Maybe she went for a run? No, she hated running. I wondered what she was doing.

"Kara, I'm in trouble." I cried out, not caring that people were throwing me glances as they walked past me.

"What's the matter?" She sounded like she was a little bit away from where her phone was.

"I just got fired and my landlord has been threatening to kick me out of my house." I said to her. I heard Kara giggled before the line went dead.

Uh?

I checked the screen of my phone to see if it was dead but it wasn't, she put me on mute, no sound was coming from her end of line.

What's going on with her?

"I'm sorry, Mia. Andrew did that." Kara said, when she finally unmuted me. Andrew was her boyfriend and those two are really obsessed with each other. They always cringe me out with their lovey dovey acts. I gave up on relationships since I dropped out of college, I barely had time for guys now.

"Oh okay! I said I just got fired-" I tried to repeat what I said but got cut off.

"Actually, can I call you back? I'm a little- umm busy right now." Kara's breathless voice made me cringe.

"Call me back when Andrew is done doing whatever he's doing to you." I said before hanging up.

I sighed as I stared down at my phone before I continued walking to nowhere in particular. I was about to turn around and start heading home when I heard two men talking. I was a naturally curious person so I decided to stay and listen to what they were saying. The men were standing at the back of a car, so I stayed at the front and rested on the hood of the car.

"I can't believe she did this to me." One of them spoke up. His deep voice sounded shaky and it made me wonder what he was talking about.

I shouldn't be doing this. Eavesdropping on other people's conversation was a bad thing and it wouldn't even do me any good. But it was a good way to take my mind off things, right?

I heard the sounds of a lady moaning and screaming, it made me rest more on the car.

Were these guys watching porn? They didn't even care that they were outside and people passing could hear them.

"Stop that video, it's making me sick. She has been cheating on me all these while and I didn't even notice." The man who spoke before, talked again. He sounded furious. The video was immediately paused and I didn't hear any sounds again.

"What are you going to do now?" It was the other guy that talked this time.

"Our wedding is tomorrow."

"Are you going to cancel the wedding?"

Wait, it seemed like I was getting a hang of what was happening. I think this man got cheated on by his fiancee. Well, I was relieved I wasn't the only one who was going through a difficult time. At least, my situation is a bit better than this man's own.

"Fuck!" The man with the deep voice yelled, he punched the car. The action was so unexpected that it made me yelp.

Shit! My cover had been blown. I quickly covered my mouth with my palm but it was too late, the both of them heard me. I pushed myself off the car so I could run away, but somehow, because luck decided to abandon me today, my phone slipped from my hand, fell on the car and left a dent.

"Oh my God!" I cried out as I looked down at the black car, it looked super expensive and it would cost my whole life to fix it. I hurriedly grabbed my phone and put it in my bag. I looked up and saw two men staring at me.

"Who the hell are you?" The one with a deep voice asked as he stared at me in anger.

I took a closer look at this man and my mouth nearly dropped, his brown hair was perfectly styled and not a strand was out of place, his cheekbones seemed sharp enough to cut while his lips looked soft enough to kiss.

The fabric of his black suit hugged his body like someone sewed the material onto him. His hazel eyes kept roaming my face and it made me a bit self conscious. I wasn't really a fan of make up, obviously because I don't have money to waste on things like that, so I just leave my face plain most of the time.

He looked so familiar, but I couldn't figure out where I had seen him before.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scratch your car, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation." The words rushed out of my mouth before I knew it.

I wouldn't blame my mouth for running, I mean a man as gorgeous as him would make any lady out there lose control of themselves.

"You've been eavesdropping on us?" The other man asked as he took a step closer, he was also dressed in a suit and his dark hair was a bit messy. He was also good looking.

"Maybe." I muttered quietly as I shifted my weight from one foot to another uncomfortably. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me right now, but I knew damn well that was never going to happen. This was the most embarrassing situation of my life, I had never been caught eavesdropping before. I was really good at it, things just weren't going well for me tonight.

"I said who the hell are you?" Mr gorgeous asked again.

"I'm uh- I'm Mia Jones." I shuttered.

"And?"

"And I'm really sorry for denting your car." I told him, then I made sure to bend the whole of my upper body forward in a bow to show that I was really sincere with my apology.

"Well, that isn't going to fix my car. You have to pay for it."

I raised my body and stared at the man with wide eyes. I was pretty sure this man was filthy rich. I mean, no ordinary man would wear a suit like that and ride a car like this. He definitely has to be a rich man.

"What? You think I'm gonna pardon you for ruining my best car?" The man chuckled deeply as he took a step closer to me.

"But- but I don't have any money." I said slowly as I stared down at my sandals in shame.

"But you gotta pay me somehow, miss red." His deep voice sent chills down my spine and it made me really nervous. I considered running away but that would be really stupid, these two men were tall and they would definitely catch up with me before I go far.

"Ian," He called out to the other guy, "I'm not gonna cancel my wedding, I just found myself another bride." He said as a smirk appeared on his face.

What was that supposed to mean?

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