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NOTE OF THANKS! WHAT’S NEXT?
Thank you for following up Aiden and Persy's story to the very end, you all are MVPs! Special thanks to everyone who voted, left comments, likes… I do not take your encouragement for granted and I would continue to dish out more scintillating books for you to enjoy…
Now… I know you’re wondering what’s next already, which is what I plan to announce now!My next book would be coming up in July and is still the Billionaire genre, but this time, a tale of a billionaire music artist—Donovan, and a single mom—Clarissa… Excited yet?See you in July! ❤️
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Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 1| THE BREAD THIEF
PERSYI was going to die.My stomach grumbled and my throbbing feet cried in protest but I did not stop running. I couldn't. They were after me. Not one, not two, but three huge men ran behind me, cussing at me and shouting on top of their voices.The sounds of their heavy footsteps drew nearer and nearer as I dashed through the street, causing me to increase my pace with every passing second. These people were hell-bent on catching up with me, and who knew what they planned to do to me—a rotten thief, from their perspective? How would they know that this was the first time in my life that I had ever taken something that did not belong to me? They probably thought that I did this often; after all, I was dressed in an oversized coat, pants and hat, covering myself up like I was some serial killer."Stop right there! Someone catch that thief!" I heard one of them holler.Another one added, "If I lay my hands on you, I swear you'll pray for death!" My heart literally jumped into my mouth
Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 2| THIS OR THAT…
PERSY It had to be my ears. Perhaps it was the hunger? I stuffed more bread into my mouth, just as a flashy BMW pulled up beside this man, whom I was now realizing that I had seen on our neighbor's faulty TV once. Though the screen of the TV was half-blind back then, I remembered seeing him clearly on the good side of the TV; I also recalled how my neighbor gushed over him. Apparently, this man was one of New York's hottest eligible billionaires. What did he want from me? Someone alighted the BMW, he wore the same ‘uniform’ as the first man whom I now recognized as the billionaire's driver. "What do you mean 'come with you'? I don't even know you…" You could be a serial killer, I thought, but I knew better than to say it out loud. Somehow, my eyes locked with the new driver's, who gave me a once over before exclaiming with shock in his eyes, "Holy Son!" I moved back a bit at the exclamation, but the billionaire in front of me just looked at me with a straight face, his eyes judg
Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 3| A CONTRACT WITH THE DOPPELGÄNGER
AIDEN "The cameras have been installed now, Sir." Sam reported. "Everywhere? I need to know if she tries to do anything stupid." I said, leaning back against my office chair. "Everywhere, Sir. You can watch her every move now." Sam told me. "Alright. Make sure that no one else has access to the cameras, except the two of us." I instructed. "Copy, Sir." He answered, after which I ended the call. It had been two days since I found her; Kassie's exact doppelgänger in the flesh. As astonishing as my ex-girlfriend, even with the dirt which was all over her on the day I found her. And then when she got that makeover, I almost could not tell the difference. Regardless, the only thing the woman had in common with Kassie was her physical appearance. This one looked like she would be a handful. Kassie was very compliant, and hardly spoke if it was not necessary. She never liked appearing before the camera, which was why I was not taken aback when the store owners failed to recognize her.
Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 4| BEING KASSIE
PERSYOne hundred and fifty dollars was a big deal, there was no need to look at me like that. I let Aiden show me the different spots where I needed to sign and I did the necessary signings. I had almost forgotten my signature, because I rarely used it for anything. We hardly got enough food to start worrying about signatures. Even Trevor hardly needed my signature for anything; we lived in the same province, and his place was just slightly more comfortable than our rented flat which I got thrown out of immediately my parents died—two years ago.It seemed so long ago now. I had stayed with Trevor for two years, until he finally decided I was a burden and threw me out a month ago, too. It would only be a matter of time before I got discarded by Aiden as well, but at least I would be leaving with enough money to start a new life afterward."… are you even listening?" Aiden's sharp tone brought me back to reality, and I quickly donned a smile, trying to appear chill. Only thing was tha
Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 5| AN EMBARRASSMENT
AIDENPersy looked like she had seen a ghost, which was probably no different from how I looked at the moment, as well. What the hell did Pops mean by a proposal? He only said he needed Kassie around just to contribute to matters that would be discussed… he never said anything about a goddamn proposal."Father—""Be quiet, Aiden. You can say whatever is your problem later, allow her to proceed with the proposal first." He spoke in a warning tone, making sure to hold her gaze all the while.Persy began to fan herself using her palm, occasionally sharing a look with me. For the first time in a long while, I did not have the slightest idea on how to salvage the situation… I could only watch, while drumming my fingers on my thigh and praying for some kind of miracle."Uh… the proposal! Of course, how could I forget that?" Persy cried out like the dramatic woman she was. Pops' eyes lit up with anticipation, so did the other men in the meeting. Fuck. I wondered how they would take it when
Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 6| STRONG-WILLED
PERSY I fully expected the creak sound that came from the door. In fact, I had freshened up and changed into neat set of clothes—jogger pants and a simple t-shirt, because of this. At least, if Aiden came around and decided that he wanted me to call his dad back and apologize, I had to look better, so the man could actually listen to me speak. "Who is it?" I asked, even if I knew that the only person who could access the room without knocking was Aiden. There was no answer; not that I had expected one, anyways. The door opened in seconds and Aiden materialized in front of it, all dressed in a gray suit and equally gray pants that matched his eyes, with his briefcase in his left hand. His cologne filled the room instantly, making me dizzy with fear, so much that I even began to murmur a quick prayer. He slammed the door shut behind him, his cold eyes meeting mine at once. I stopped the murmuring immediately, afraid he would call it something else. "Oh hey!" I called out, wearing a
Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 7| KASSIE ALONE
AIDENFor some fucked up reason, I was hard as a rock by the time I left Persy's room. The mere idea of it had me riddled with shame. How could I be so turned on by that girl? I had a deviant taste, which consisted of me getting turned on by a woman or several women's pain. It was why I did not find it strange that seeing Persy cry had stirred up my cock right away. What I found strange however, was why the hard-on refused to lessen, even after she had gotten over her pain.I did not want to admit being interested in her, simply because I was not. I had not been interested in Kassie that way, and she looked exactly like Persy. I would find a way to kill this physical attraction, just because I wanted nothing to get in the way when we would finally want to terminate the contract.Until then, though. For now, I had to take care of the goddamn monster in my pants."Aiden Bates." I spoke into the phone as soon as the call went through. Gianna's high-pitched voice came in right away, "Oh,
Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 8| SEX PROPOSAL
PERSYI loved my new life. It could be a bit boring at times, and I did admit that I actually needed a friend or two, but for the most part, my life was going great. Just this afternoon, I ordered some designer wears online and proceeded to sit on the bed with some chicken wings in hand, resting against the headboard, legs crossed while watching a show on the laptop I got from Sam the other day. Aiden had already sent my first pay and it was barely two weeks into the contract. 150,000 dollars! I cried for a full hour, before sucking it up and dancing around the room like a maniac.I tried to call Aiden to say thank you, but he did not pick up, instead, he sent a text message which told me to send a text if I really needed something. I spent hours re-reading my text message to avoid being jabbed by him, and still, when I finally sent the message which consisted of just two short sentences, he sent another message correcting my tenses. I had been so close to sending him a ‘fuck you’ te
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- Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress NOTE OF THANKS! WHAT’S NEXT?
- Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 124| EPILOGUE
- Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 123| SAY YES
- Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 122| HOME
- Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 121| COME HOME
- Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 120| TOO MUCH TO HANDLE
- Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 119| WANT YOU BACK
- Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 118| A FRESH START
- Billionaire’s Substitute Mistress 117| PREGNANCY & TAKE OFF
