Billionaire's Beloved Substitute Beauty

"I'm getting married," Winnie Newell said proudly, lifting the chin of the woman kneeling on the floor with the tip of her shoe. "It's all thanks to your virginity."

Sheila Newell was stunned for a moment. She stopped polishing Winnie's shoes and was forced to look up.

"Thanks to you, I can marry Gerald Lamont, the richest man in Soulas all women want to marry."

As the wealthiest man in Soulas, Gerald had assets that were worth more than one hundred million dollars.

When Winnie thought of this, a greedy expression crept across her face with exquisite makeup.

Sheila was a little confused. When did Winnie get involved with such a noble person because of her?

Winnie noticed the confusion on Sheila's face, so she kindly reminded, "Have you forgotten? That night in the hotel..."

Sheila's face suddenly lost its color. And her thoughts were dragged back to the night before yesterday.

Ivan York, her brother, was diagnosed with leukemia. To save his life, she promised Winnie that she would pretend to be Winnie and sleep with a strange drunk man in exchange for Ivan's medical expenses.

She could never forget that night because the man's kisses were hot like flickering flames, burning her fragile nerves.

Sheila was so immersed in that passionate sex that she almost forgot herself.

But tears still unconsciously welled up in her eyes. Then she felt the man's warm fingers gently wipe the corners of her eyes.

It was only now that she found out that the name of the strange man she slept with was Gerald.

Since Sheila remained silent, Winnie continued, "If it weren't for you, Gerald wouldn't have believed that I was still a virgin, and then he wouldn't have insisted on marrying me.

Thank you for doing it for me. But you didn't lose anything, right? After all, I'm sure you had a good time with Gerald that night. When I went in to replace you, your body was full of his smell. Apparently, you were fucked hard. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have tasted the pleasure of lovemaking."

When Sheila heard these words, a strong sense of humiliation welled up in her heart.

She had no idea why Winnie hated her so much. From the day she was taken back to the Newell family, Winnie never stopped torturing her.

Winnie had even used the most obscene words in the world to slander her.

Sheila had been looking up for a long time, and her neck was already sore. So she turned her head to break free from the uncomfortable posture. However, Winnie squatted down, grabbed her hair, and pulled her in front of her.

"I'm warning you. Don't have any unrealistic delusions just because you have slept with Gerald. You'd better take this secret to your grave."

As she spoke, Winnie stared at Sheila's beautiful eyes, as clear as sapphire. Her jealousy reached its peak in an instant. Sheila was just an adopted daughter, but... why was it that Sheila was more beautiful?

Their faces looked alike. But because of Sheila's eyes, she was not as beautiful as Sheila from childhood until now.

Winnie thought for a while. Then she took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from her bag and put them on the bridge of Sheila's nose.

Now that she could see that Sheila looked less attractive wearing the glasses, she finally showed a satisfied smile. "Remember, if I find out that you take off your glasses, your good brother will be in big trouble."

Sheila didn't say anything. She just let Winnie do whatever she wanted. Actually, she was not afraid of Winnie at all. But she had to put up with Winnie because Ivan's medical expenses would be paid by Winnie.

Obviously, her submissiveness pleased Winnie.

So Winnie stopped torturing her. Winnie threw her aside and ordered arrogantly, "Clean up all the dishes in the kitchen."

Winnie then turned around in her high heels and walked upstairs briskly.

Sheila nodded obediently. She thought that washing the dishes was way much better than being scolded and beaten by Winnie.

Sheila had just picked up a plate and began to clean it when the door of the Newell family's villa was pushed open from the outside.

Then two rows of well-trained bodyguards walked in, stood on both sides, and waited respectfully for the person outside the door to come in.

At this moment, a pair of exquisitely crafted leather shoes that looked expensive crossed the threshold of the house, making a crisp sound on the marble floor.

Sheila looked in the direction where the sound came from. But unexpectedly, her gaze met a pair of deep-set eyes. She was suddenly stunned.

The man who had just come in was none other than Gerald.

Indeed, the man was Gerald.

Sheila trembled all over. Her hands felt so weak that she almost couldn't hold the plate firmly.

Those images of their entangled bodies and the sound of violent gasping poured out from the depths of her memory. It was as if the pain in her body that night became clear. She continued trembling uncontrollably.

She seemed to feel the fear of being dominated by the man in bed again, just like that night.

When the female housekeeper saw Gerald come in, she quickly put away the whip in her hand and smiled at him. Then she turned to Sheila and scolded, "Why are you just standing there? Didn't you see the distinguished guest come in? Come here and entertain him."

The female housekeeper's roar brought Sheila back to her senses. She quickly put the plate back in the sink, bowed her head, and strode towards Gerald to usher him in.

But something unexpected happened. Because of her panic and the slippery floor, she lost her balance and accidentally fell on him.

Sheila had been washing dishes just now, and the white foam from the dishwashing soap in her hands hadn't been cleaned up. Before she could know it, Gerald's expensive suit was already stained by the foam when she fell on him.

"I'm... I'm sorry, sir. Let me wipe it clean for you." When she saw that his expensive suit was covered with white foam, she panicked even more and apologized repeatedly.

But as soon as she stood up, she unexpectedly fell into his arms again because of fear and nervousness. The faint smell of tobacco from his body lingered on her nose.

Sheila raised her head slightly only to see Gerald's handsome face. Although his suit was stained, it didn't hide the noble aura that seemed so natural in him.

They were so close that her heartbeat went uncontrollably fast. She even forgot that she was still leaning against his arms.

All of a sudden, Gerald snapped, "Fuck off!" His face was cold, and his pair of blue eyes squinted coldly, looking at the woman in his arms disgustedly.

What he hated the most were women with bad intentions. Because of his noble status, he had seen too many tricks like this since he was a child.

He didn't intend to waste time on this kind of woman, so he raised his hand and pushed her away.

Sheila didn't expect that she would be pushed away. So she screamed and fell to the floor, and her glasses accidentally fell from her eyes.

Gerald was about to step forward, but he stopped. His eyes narrowed.

Although he only glanced at her, he couldn't help but wonder why she looked so similar to "Winnie" from that night.

Gerald's frown deepened as she walked towards Sheila.

Seeing him approaching her, Sheila began to tremble uncontrollably. And the memory of that night became more and more vivid in her mind.

And when she remembered Winnie's warning, she became more and more afraid. She was about to run away desperately when a shy female voice sounded. "Gerald, you're here."

When Gerald turned around, he saw Winnie in a fiery red dress walking towards him.

Seeing Sheila on the floor, Winnie complained in her heart. But she couldn't show her true colors in front of Gerald, so she had to pretend to be concerned. "Sis, why are you on the floor?"

"I... I accidentally fell," Sheila replied in a low voice. Then she quickly stood up, put on her glasses, and lowered her head.

Gerald raised his eyebrows and looked at the two women, lost in thought.

Winnie noticed his reaction, and she couldn't help gritting her teeth secretly.

This bitch Sheila was in the wrong place!

She was afraid that Gerald would notice something off, so she came up with an idea. She rolled her eyes and said coquettishly, "Gerald, this is Sheila, the girl my father adopted. You keep staring at the two of us. Are you curious why we look so alike?"

Winnie's words got Gerald's attention. He turned his head and looked at her.

Winnie paused for a moment. Then she said in a somewhat embarrassed tone, "Actually, she envies my beautiful face. So when she graduated from high school, she secretly stole money from our family and had a plastic surgery to look like me."

While listening to Winnie distorting the truth in front of other people, Sheila couldn't help clenching her fists. She felt like her face was slapped so hard that it burned with pain.

Somehow, she didn't want Gerald to hear those lies.

But Winnie was not done yet. She continued, "Alas, my little sister is so pitiful. Her biological parents died early, so my father got her from the orphanage and brought her home. But since then, she has been plotting against us, and she has been greedy for my family's money..."

"I think your little sister is more beautiful than you. Her beauty is natural. How about you? You must have had plastic surgery five or six times to fix your eyes. Am I right?" All of a sudden, an arrogant voice coming from the door interrupted Winnie.

Everyone turned their heads and looked in the direction where the voice came from. Then they saw a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old. He had blonde hair, green eyes, and a snicker on his face. He walked towards them from the door against the light.

"Watch your mouth, young man! I haven't punished you for your truancy from school yet." Gerald glanced at the young man coldly and introduced, "This is my brother, Herbert Lamont."

Herbert looked at Sheila and waved at her, totally ignoring Winnie.

And this made Winnie secretly furious.

She really wanted to slap this arrogant young man and teach him a lesson.

But considering Gerald's presence, she could only pretend to be wronged. She said in an aggrieved voice, "Gerald, it seems that our little brother doesn't like me."

Herbert rolled his eyes and sneered, "Our little brother? Who is your little brother? Sorry, I don't have an ugly sister like you."

"You..." Winnie was so angry that she was at a loss for words.

"Herbert!" Gerald saw that things were getting worse, so he had to stop his little brother.

Upon receiving his warning, Herbert just shrugged and stepped aside.

At this moment, Enoch and Miranda Newell came. After receiving a servant's notice, they rushed downstairs with big smiles on their faces. And when they saw the situation, Enoch broke the deadlock with polite words.

"Why is everyone standing in the hallway? Mr. Lamont, please come in."

Then he courteously ushered Gerald and his brother to the dining room. The servants served desserts and snacks on the table one after another.

As soon as everyone was seated, Enoch asked tentatively, "Mr. Lamont, why are you here today? Is there anything we can do for you?"

Gerald's eyes swept across Sheila and Winnie first before he replied, "I'm here to fulfill my promise and discuss the marriage with Winnie."

His words instantly caused an uproar in the Newell family.

Although Winnie had already mentioned it to them, Miranda did not believe it yet. But now that Gerald had confirmed it in person, she was convinced that Winnie would really marry into the Lamont family.

After that, Enoch and Miranda kept flattering and showing their hospitality to Gerald.

Winnie wanted to approach Gerald shyly, but he subconsciously avoided her.

She was so embarrassed that she froze. Then she turned her head and glanced at Herbert.

If she wanted to be Gerald's wife, she must never offend Herbert.

At the thought of this, Winnie put on her smile again. She handed the mushroom cream soup in front of her to Herbert and said gently, "Herbert, try this cream soup. It's our cook's specialty."

However, Herbert just turned a deaf ear to her and continued eating the caramel pudding.

The smile on Winnie's face froze. She picked up the bowl of soup and walked towards Herbert, pretending to look pitiful. "Herbert, I'm being nice to you. I just want you to have a taste..."

"Go away! I don't want mushroom cream soup," Herbert interrupted before she could finish her words, pushing her away.

He didn't like this hypocritical woman at their first meeting already.

Unexpectedly, an accident happened. The bowl of hot mushroom cream soup was overturned and spilled on Sheila's body. Some of the soup even splashed into her eyes.

Sheila let out a suppressed cry, feeling unbearable pain in her eyes.

When Herbert saw this, he hurriedly picked up a wet tissue and was about to take off Sheila's glasses with his other hand. "The skin around your eyes has become red. Take off your glasses, so I can see if your eyes are injured."

"Don't you dare!"

Winnie was a little scared. She wasn't sure if Gerald saw Sheila's face clearly that night. So it was too risky to let Sheila take off her glasses and reveal her eyes.

No matter what, she must be Gerald's wife. She couldn't let anything go wrong at this time.