DUAL PERSONA BILLIONAIRE

Morning.

When Fisayo woke up from her dream, she was covered in cold sweat and her wet pajamas stuck to her back, making her very uncomfortable.

She stared blankly at the raindrops falling outside the window for a long time, unable to come back to her senses.

She couldn't remember how many times she had had this dream!

A blush rose on her pale doll-like face.

At this moment, someone knocked on the bedroom door.

"Miss, Mr. Dayo wants you to come over, hurry up."

"Oh, I see."

Fisayo suddenly remembered that today was her eldest cousin's wedding and she began to hurriedly get herself ready.

When she arrived in the living room, her uncle and aunt were indeed looking at her with gloomy faces!

"Uncle, Aunt..." Fisayo's voice was very low.

Her uncle, Dayo, frowned slightly, with a hint of disgust between his eyebrows.

"Why did you just wake up?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle. I stayed up all night cleaning the reception hall, so I slept a little late...!"

So she woke up late!

Aunt Arike gave her a cold glance, which made Fisayo's whole body shiver.

She realized that what awaited her next was definitely a storm.

However, Arike did not blame her, but instead instructed a few servants.

"Quickly bring the wedding dress. The dress will be a little big on her, but it's too late to have it altered now. Let's just make do with it!"

Fisayo trembled at the words. "Aunt, why do I have to wear my cousin's wedding dress?"

Arike completely ignored her and continued to give orders to the servants.

"Go and inform the head butler of the Durojaiye family to come over. Tell him that although this girl is a bit younger, she looks decent. If he is satisfied, let her marry over as a substitute for Lolu!"

Fisayo's face turned pale for a moment, and she felt a chill behind her back.

Before she could react, she was grabbed by several maids and taken to the dressing room.

Someone was applying something on her face, and the others started to take off her clothes.

A set of pure white wedding dress was directly put on her!

"Uncle..."

She looked at her uncle almost pleadingly, unable to believe what was happening!

Dayo sighed, but his words made Fisayo feel cold from head to toe!

"Fisayo, your cousin Lolu, has run away from the wedding. You also know that the Durojaiye's family is not something our family can afford to offend. Akeredolu's family has raised you for eighteen years, and this time, everything is considered even!"

Arike next to him said impatiently, "Why waste words on her? Even a dog raised for eighteen years should know how to repay the favor."

Fisayo bit her lip, tears streaming down her face.

"Aunt... You promised Grandpa that you would wait for me to finish my studies..."

A slap fell on her face, and it hurt like fire.

Arike stared at her with red eyes full of resentment.

"You are just like your shameless mother. Do you still want to live in the Akeredolu family for free? Whether you marry or not, it is up to me!"

"I won't marry!"

Fisayo pushed away the maids and ran out, but then she felt a pain in the back of her head and was knocked unconscious!

She could hear Arike's sharp voice floating in her ears.

...

A late night.

When Fisayo woke up, everything was dim and blurry. She could see that she was in a luxuriously decorated new room, and her head was still throbbing painfully!

She found out that she was the only one here, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

It was rumored that Durojaiye Olaolu was short, fat, and bald, and he loved to abuse young girls like her.

Fisayo was quick-witted. No, she had to escape. She couldn't marry an old pervert who was both old and ugly!

She quickly jumped off the bed, looked around, and quickly came up with an idea.

Fisayo climbed down the second floor along the big tree outside the window, but accidentally twisted her foot when she landed. She sucked in a breath and her heart was pounding!

She limped away with her wedding dress.

MEANWHILE

A man put his hands in his pockets and looked out the window with his dark eyes.

He watched the thin figure limping away, and a shallow smile appeared on... his eerie thin lips, with a hint of teasing.

The little girl was interesting. She could climb trees. He had underestimated her!

He pressed the internal phone: "Let her go, and no one is allowed to stop her."

"Yes sir!"

The man turned around and strode away with his long legs, his tall and straight figure not hurried or slow.

How could Durojaiye Olaolu, who had passed through the door of a daughter-in-law, let her run away?

"Sir, why did you come out?"

He went down to the first floor, where the old butler, Tunde, was waiting.

On the night of the wedding, the bridal chamber was decorated with flowers and candles, and every moment was worth a fortune. Could it be that Olaolu was really as unromantic as the rumors suggested?

The man's footsteps paused for a moment, and even his casual posture exuded innate nobility and elegance. He stood tall like a jade tree, making it impossible for anyone to ignore him.

How could he be as old and ugly as the rumors suggested?

His dark eyes glanced at Tunde, and his thin lips parted slightly.

"My wife has gone out to relax. Tell Grandfather not to worry."

Tunde was puzzled. "Madam has gone out?"

A cold aura emanated from Olaolu, and Tunde quickly lowered his head.

"Sir, you can go. I know how to handle things at home."

Olaolu strode out, his long and straight legs moving gracefully in his immaculate black suit.

"Follow me," he said, not knowing who he was addressing.

In the darkness, a group of black-clad men appeared quickly, bowing respectfully at a ninety-degree angle.

"Yes boss!"

The rainy night was unusually quiet on the streets. Fisayo's eyes were filled with confusion. After leaving the Akeredolu family, she had nothing left except for the wedding dress she was wearing.

The rain soaked her body, and the hem of her white dress was stained with mud. Finally, she couldn't help but stop in front of a bank. Like a stray dog, she walked into the ATM room and hugged her shoulders, shivering uncontrollably.

"Do you want to go back to the Akeredolu family?"

"If I go back, my aunt will definitely send me back to the Durojaiye family. Even if I die, I won't marry that man!"

She couldn't help but sob.

"Since you're shivering from the cold, why don't you go home?"

A voice broke through her closed-off world, and she struggled to lift her pale face.

A middle-aged man with a lecherous smile on his face appeared in front of her, and she couldn't help but shiver with goosebumps all over her body. Fisayo quickly stood up, feeling nervous instinctively. "You... are Durojaiye Olaolu?"

Short, fat, bald, with a big face and a greasy smell all over his body... Who else could it be if not the old and ugly Olaolu, rumored around?

The middle-aged man showed his yellow teeth and laughed, scanning her up and down with his eyes. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Yes, I am Durojaiye Olaolu. Come with me!"

This young girl was too easy to deceive!

"I'm not going!" Fisayo quickly stepped back.

"Don't be afraid, little one. I will treat you well, and keep you warm in bed..." The middle-aged man grabbed her and dragged her forcibly towards the ATM stand outside.

Fisayo struggled and kicked hard, but she was no match for the man's strength. He pushed her heavily towards the glass door!

Her head was hit hard, and everything went black.

Olaolu got out of the car and saw the scene from afar. His thick eyebrows furrowed instantly. Without saying a word, his bodyguard quickly held up an umbrella for him and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

Olaolu strode forward, his shiny leather shoes stepping on the rainwater. His dark eyes fixed on Fisayo, who had already fainted on the ground. She was his wife, after all.

"This little girl really doesn't make things easy!"

...

Fisayo woke up and found herself in a hospital ward. Then she saw a tall and straight man standing in front of the window with his back against her.

The fragmented sunlight shone through the window, illuminating his white shirt, which was so bright that it was dazzling. His black ankle-length trousers revealed his good-looking ankles, and he looked like a jade tree standing tall.

Hearing the sound, he slowly turned around, revealing a perfect handsome face in Fisayo's sight, his black and well carved eyebrows, deep as ink eyes, sharp and deep contours... She was stunned by his charm for a moment, her heart beating wildly and unable to move her eyes away!

He looked down at her, slightly furrowing his brows, with a hint of disgust in his eyes. "Have you seen enough?"

Fisayo's face instantly turned red. She just realized that she was wearing his suit. "Thank you for your suit. Why am I here?"

She remembered that she spent the night in the bank after escaping from the Durojaiye family last night, and couldn't remember anything else.

He lowered his eyes and took the suit, which still had her body temperature and body fragrance. He put it on without any expression. "You fainted last night, and I saved you." So she should be grateful to him and obediently go back with him now.

Fisayo was uneasy. This man put a lot of pressure on her, and a layer of sweat oozed out of her palm holding the sheet.

"Thank you, sir..." Regardless, she was grateful to the man in front of her.

Sir? He looked dark, he was her husband, only 28 years old, was he that old?

Perhaps he was angry. He lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, his voice soft. "You were alone in the bank in the middle of the night. Weren't you afraid of meeting gangsters?"

Fisayo was stunned. She didn't have time to think about so much last night. Now she couldn't help but feel scared. Fortunately, she met this kind-hearted stranger!

But his energy was so terrifying that Fisayo instinctively showed a pleasing smile to him.

"So I have to thank you, sir. If it weren't for you, even if I didn't encounter the gangsters, I might have died of cold on the street!" She was worried that the stranger would ask about her runaway marriage, so she changed the subject, "By the way, sir, how did you find me?"

Fisayo's face was originally plump, and when she smiled, she looked more like a porcelain, and the coldness in Olaolu's eyes gradually dissipated.

After a long while, he said, "My cat went missing. I looked for it all night and happened to see you at the bank."

Fisayo's eyes flickered. This man was tall and sturdy, but he was so gentle and soft towards a cat. She couldn't help but relax her guard a little.

"Did you find it?"

Olaolu nodded, admitting it, and stood there staring at her all the time.

At this moment, it seemed that she was his lost cat.

Fisayo's face couldn't help but turn red, and she also breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that Uncle found it. If I delayed Uncle's search for the cat, I..."

She suddenly didn't know how to express her gratitude to a stranger like him.

There was a sign of inexplicable emotion in Olaolu's eyes.

His little cat was here!

"You're wearing a wedding dress, are you running away from marriage?"

His voice suddenly became a little cold.

Fisayo shuddered cleverly, but still couldn't avoid this topic.

The Durojaiye family was a powerful family in Ibadan city. If others knew that she was the runaway bride of the Durojaiye family, it wouldn't end well.

But the stranger in front of her was her benefactor, and she didn't want to lie to him, so she could only say half-truths.

"They wanted me to marry the grumpy old man. I heard he's old, ugly, and not good in certain aspects, and he even mistreats women..." Fisayo said, but then she noticed the handsome man's face darken.

She quickly changed her words, feeling embarrassed. "I wasn't talking about you, sir. If he were as handsome and kind-hearted as you, I wouldn't have run away from the marriage."

Fisayo spoke casually, but the expression on Olaolu's face improved a lot. He was quite smart! He admitted that he was handsome, but how did she know he was a good person?

"You ran away from the marriage. Have you ever thought that your husband would be very sad?" Olaolu's gaze became sharp.

"He won't be sad!" Fisayo said nonchalantly. She didn't care. How could she know that her husband wouldn't be sad if she had never met him?

Olaolu's eyes became even sharper.

"It's impossible...?"

Fisayo suddenly felt unsure.

She had never met Olaolu, and everything was just hearsay. Maybe the rumors were wrong.

"I've never met him, let alone have any feelings for him. In fact, the bride he wants to marry is my cousin. I...I was forced to marry by my uncle and aunt," Fisayo said.

Olaolu's phone suddenly vibrated.

"Excuse me, I have to take this call," he said, then walked out of the ward and down the corridor.

He took out his phone and saw that it was his good friend Demola calling.

"Something's wrong. Lolu...I lost her..."

On the other side, Demola's thin face was twisted in grief.

Two days ago, Olaolu suddenly called him and asked him to catch a woman. Although he didn't know why, he still went and caught her. He didn't expect that things would go wrong today.

Olaolu's eyes narrowed.

"Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on her?"

"I don't know either. Your younger brother suddenly came over and told me to release Lolu. I just found out... I fell for it!" Demola gritted his teeth.

"I see." Olaolu said flatly.

He hung up the phone.

Sure enough, not long after, the phone vibrated again, and the caller ID showed it was his grandfather.

"Olaolu, where are you?"

"What's up?"

"The family just received news that the woman you brought back yesterday is not Lolu Akeredolu, but her cousin sister, Fisayo. Your younger brother has already brought Lolu back home. Come back quickly!"

Olaolu curved his lips with a smirk.

"I've slept with Fisayo!"

"What..." The old man on the other end of the phone fell silent for a long time.

"If you've slept with her, then you've slept with her. The Akeredolu family can't do anything about it. Come back and marry Lolu. The rest of the matter, I'll take care of it for you!"

The old man was domineering in his words.

Olaolu's voice suddenly became low.

"Grandfather, you always say that a man must have responsibility. Fisayo is now mine, Olaolu's woman." He emphasized each word. "Since we've slept together, let's just sleep together for a lifetime!"

"Olaolu ..."

"Grandfather, as for the Akeredolu family, it's still troublesome for you to handle. As for Lolu, you can decide how to deal with her. Or... let my younger brother marry her!"

Olaolu didn't give the old man a chance to speak again and hung up the phone directly.

Shaking his head, thinking about how his half-brother always caused trouble for him!

He wanted Fisayo, but his half-brother intentionally told the Akeredolu family it was Lolu, causing him to go through a lot of trouble.

This time, when he returned from abroad, he found out that his reputation in the country was already ruined.

He investigated and found out that it was all the work of his half-brother.

Olaolu curled his lips in disdain.

Turning around, he walked towards the hospital room.

His little wife couldn't keep running around outside.

Fisayo was sleeping in a daze, and a tempting fragrance came from her nose. She opened her eyes and saw the stranger holding a lunch box standing by the bed.

"Are you hungry?" He asked in a low voice.

Fisayo wanted to say she wasn't hungry, but her stomach protested uncontrollably, and she couldn't help blushing.

It had been a day and a night since she had eaten anything.

Fisayo blinked and saw only one lunch box.

"Have you eaten, sir?" she asked.

He nodded, elegantly crossing his legs and turning his back to her as he picked up a newspaper from the table.

Fisayo stared at the handsome figure so close to her, biting her lip as she gently opened the lunch box on the table.

Shrimp dumplings entered her mouth, and Fisayo's eyes lit up. This was her favorite food, and her optimistic nature made her forget all her troubles in an instant.

"Sir, my name is Fisayo." she said.

"Hmm, it sounds nice," Olaolu nodded indifferently.

Fisayo was delighted. Her mother had given her this name, and it was the first time someone had complimented her on it.

"What's your name, sir?" she asked.

"Me...? Don't you just call me 'sir'?" Olaolu stared at the newspaper, elegantly crossing his long legs.

He was considering whether or not to tell her his identity.

Fisayo suddenly realized that asking an older person's name was impolite, especially since she and this man were just strangers who had met by chance.

"I'm sorry, calling you 'sir' is fine," she said.

After finishing the food, Fisayo saw that the stranger was still reading the newspaper, so she boredly stared at the TV on the wall.

Olaolu stood up and said to her calmly, "Let's go."

"Where to?" Fisayo was taken aback.

"Do you want to stay in the hospital?" Olaolu smirked.

It was time to take her home!

Fisayo thought for a moment. The hospital fees here were so expensive. She couldn't waste this stranger's money, and she wasn't very familiar with him either.

"I will pay you back the money I owe you, but it will take some time..."

As she stood up from the hospital bed, a sudden sharp pain shot through her foot. She couldn't put any weight on the foot she had twisted last night, and fell heavily to the ground. Olaolu's eyebrows raised, and he quickly turned around and held her body in his arms.

In an instant, Fisayo was enveloped in his fresh and pleasant scent. Her mind went blank, and she tensed up all over.

"Sir... Sir...!" she stammered.

Olaolu held her tightly with his arms and stared at her red and swollen ankle, his eyes slightly narrowed.

He didn't know her injury was so severe. She needed at least a few days of rest.

"I'll carry you!" he said without hesitation, putting her on his back.

Fisayo was startled, and her body tensed up like an electric shock. Her face was burning hot.

"Sir, it's okay. I can walk by myself...!" she protested weakly.

But Olaolu didn't mean to put her down. He strode out of the room with her on his back. "Don't move, or do you want me to hold you?" he said.

Fisayo froze at his words and didn't move. She lay on his broad and sturdy back, feeling warm and comfortable.

It was the first time she had ever been so intimate with a man.

Her heart was pounding like a little deer.

As they stepped out of the elevator, Olaolu still didn't let her go. Fisayo couldn't help but ask, "Where are you taking me, Uncle?"

"You need a few days of rest. The hospital is not convenient for anything. I'll take you...home." His voice was tempting, and his warm palms gently held her from behind.

Fisayo's heart, which had just calmed down, tensed up again. After all, he was still a stranger, even though he had helped her.

"Thank you, Uncle, you can just let me down here."

"If you're not going to my house, where are you going?"

Fisayo couldn't speak. She had nowhere else to go.

She was very thin and light.

Olaolu carried her on his back effortlessly, and the two soft bunnies on her back sent electric currents throughout his body.

His earlobes gradually turned red, and he felt dry in his mouth.

If she hadn't run away last night, he could have taken advantage of the situation.

But now, she kept calling him "Uncle," making it hard for him to make a move.

He put her in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt himself.

"You be good and don't move. If I want to do anything to you, I would have already done it last night."

His tone was commanding, and under his gaze, Fisayo could only nod subconsciously.

It seemed like what he said made sense.

She wasn't a person who just followed orders, but now she had no choice. She had run away from her wedding, and neither the Durojaiye family nor the Akeredolu family knew what to do. If she was caught and brought back, her life would be over.

So she would rather stay with this stranger.

The car drove onto the road, and it started to rain outside the window again. Fisayo, who had just recovered from a serious illness, swayed and fell asleep quickly.

When she woke up, she found herself in a strange luxurious room. There was a huge, soft bed, warm-colored chandelier, and exquisite curtains. Fisayo was stunned for a moment before she remembered that this was the home of the man she called "Uncle".

She got up from the bed, and though her ankle still hurt a little, it was much better than before. She limped to the door and opened it. The corridor outside was dimly lit, and she saw a figure standing in the distance.

"Uncle?"

The figure approached, and it turned out to be a middle-aged man, not the young man.

"Madam, you're awake?"

Madam? Fisayo's heart skipped a beat. "Where am I?"

"This is the second boss villa. I am the Second boss butler. You can call me Tunde."

Tunde had a gentle smile on his face. The girl in front of him was so beautiful, and she matched the Second boss's appearance so well. No wonder Second boss liked her.

Fisayo's face turned pale when she heard the words "Second boss". In Ibadan City, the only person who was called "Second boss" was Durojaiye Olaolu, the second son of the Durojaiye family.