Billionaire Substitute Bride

Maria POV: should I call you Mia Miller or Maria Williams?

Standing in the airport, I was looking at the mobile app, sweating profusely in anxiety, “Oh no, why is the earliest flight to Mexico at 8 p.m.?”

I was not going to Mexico for a vacation or business trip, but to escape from my husband!

I, with a face similar to my sister Mia Miller. Two years ago, I married the young master of a super-wealthy family in California, Charles Smith.

Immediately after the wedding, Charles boarded a flight to Europe.

Two years of separation made me almost forget this person. I lived in a widow-style marriage pretending to be my sister.

But now, my husband who had been gone for two years was about to return!

Suddenly, a hand patted my shoulder. Irritated, I slapped it away, “Oh please, I don't know anything. Go ask someone else!”

That hand was patted on my shoulder again.

I was so anxious that I turned around abruptly. My mouth had just opened shut in shock.

The person who patted me is a man. He wore an expensive tailored suit with an air of nobility. His lean jawline was sharp and defined, framing a perfectly symmetrical face adorned with deep-set eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.

Even though I had not seen him for two years, I could still recognize him. He was my husband– Charles.

Oh my god!

Was it just a coincidence?

Almost at the moment my mouth closed, I reflexively asked, “How come you… arrive so early? Isn’t it supposed to be 8 pm?”

Charles coldly stared at me, “It seems like you don’t want me to come home?”

I forced a dry laugh, “How is it possible? I’ve been eagerly waiting for you to come back home every day. Look, I even specially came to the airport to pick you up when I heard you were coming back today.”

After saying the last sentence, I averted my gaze nervously, looking everywhere but at him.

Charles looked deeply at me, he seemed to notice but held his words, and turned to walk out of the airport, this somehow relaxed me.

Caught in the act, I dared not to run away anymore.

I could only muster up the courage to follow behind him.

On the way, I couldn’t make any movement, I held my breath. But as soon as we arrived home, I jumped out of the car immediately and rushed into the bedroom with my phone.

I repeatedly dialed a number, but the person refused to pick up.

Just as I was getting nervous, the bedroom door opened and Charles appeared at the doorway.

“Tomorrow Morning, let’s go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and get our marriage certificate.”

“W- what?” I was so shocked that I dropped my phone on the floor, staring at him incredulously like he had two horns on his head.

Marriage certificate?

Getting a marriage certificate with my brother-in-law means death!

I panicked.

Ignoring my panic, Charles unbuttoned his shirt and walked towards me, “Now, let’s make up for our wedding night.” He removed his shirt, unbuckled his belt, and removed his trousers, leaving his brief only.

“W- Wedding night…?” I was dumbfounded.

My breath stops, my eyes quickly scanning left and right, looking for anything that could save me from the situation. Instantly, I saw where my phone had fallen on the ground and took a step back.