Mr. Mysterious, Your Wife Is An Imposter

Elena's POV

My eyes scanned the room, searching for something... No, someone, my next target.

I was at Diamond's Bar, the most exclusive spot in the country where men of all calibers and races came to unwind. Among the sea of opulence, I was looking for more than just anyone

The place was filled with wealthy patrons, walking ATMs as I saw them. But tonight, I had my sights set on a specific individual.

Someone I didn't know yet, but... He was here. I could feel it.

Turning slightly, I examined the crowd. To the far left on the stage was Adam Richmond, a fifty-five-year-old billionaire with two married daughters, indulging in an unseemly dance with a stripper.

"Shameless," I muttered under my breath. I had done a quick run though of the billionaire's I could possibly find here, Adam Richmond was one of them.

But he was too damn old.

Plus, Richmond's behavior was disgraceful, his actions more befitting a man half his age.

"Not this one," I decided. He'd be too easy, and I wasn't looking for an easy mark. I needed someone more... elusive.

Someone different from the rest, someone private if possible so once everything blows people, people wouldn't know me.

My gaze shifted to another man, dressed in a dark blue suit, seated alone and observing the room with the same intensity I had. The bright lights made it difficult to see his face, but his demeanor and the way he sipped his drink suggested he was both handsome and young. There was an enigmatic aura about him that drew me in.

'Him, he would do quite well'

"Alright, Elena, time to work your magic," I said, draining my glass before setting it down with a decisive thud.

Taking a deep breath, I shook off my nerves and approached Mr. Mysterious.

Yup, I named him, whom I usually gave all my target nicknames until I got to know their real name, and right now...this guy was giving up a mysterious vibe.

He didn't show up when on my list of possible billionaires, but I could tell that he was one.

'This guy better be rich' I muttered to myself, but who was I kidding? In Diamond's Bar, a person couldn't be here without having at least a billion dollars to his or her name, well, maybe apart from me, since I was as broke as hell right now. My presence here was due to my reputation; Elena Vasquez could get into any place she wanted.

I advanced towards my Mr. Mysterious, swaying my hips deliberately. The tight red gown I wore accentuated my figure perfectly. As I neared, I finally caught a glimpse of his face, at least almost, but just before I could, someone rudely interrupted me.

"Hello, beautiful," a tall man in a black suit blocked my view. His beard was so unruly it almost obscured his features.

It's not like he would have looked better without them, anyway.

But how would I know?

'Who keeps that much facial hair?' I wondered, frowning. His appearance was unkempt, and the excessive beard did nothing for his attractiveness.

I forced a smile as he grinned back, though his smile was almost lost beneath the beard.

"I'm just wondering what a beauty like yourself is doing alone."

'Why is that any of your business?' I wanted to ask with spite but held my tongue, looking around slightly.

Most of the women here were strippers, and the few that weren't were already engaged in conversation, with their selves. I was indeed the only woman here without company, but that still wasn't his concern or business.

"Why can't a man see a beautiful lady and just look away?" I replied, my tone edged with irritation. The bearded man's grin widened and my frown deepened.

"Because men are drawn to beautiful and hot things, especially one like you."

His comment was demeaning. I tightened my grip on my composure. "It's best for you to stay away from hot things, or you might get burned." I spat.

How was this dude even qualified to be called a billionaire?!

I knew who he was... His name was on my list, the very bottom.

He chuckled, then glanced sideways. Wait, are you talking to me?" he asked, his amusement fading.

He was stupid too... Just great.

"Did you see anyone behind you?" I retorted, more annoyed than before.

He looked taken aback, struggling to comprehend. "I was actually heading somewhere before you stopped me. Can you please move aside?" I asked, adding a forced politeness.

The man looked stunned, not moving an inch. "I'll just go around you then," I said, stepping around him and heading back to Mr. Mysterious's table.

But he was gone.

"Fucking shit!"

Cursing under my breath, I blamed the bearded man for ruining my chance as I stared at where my Mr Mysterious was seated a few moments ago.

Suddenly, a loud voice boomed, startling me.

"Hey!"

I turned to see the bearded man glaring at me, his eyes full of anger. The music had faded, and many eyes were now on us.

"What the hell, you're attracting attention," I snapped, noticing the curious stares.

"Do you know who you're talking to?" he growled. "Is it because I'm being polite?"

His anger was intense, and I was caught off guard. I was an attention seeker, but this was definitely not the kind of attention I wanted or needed right now.

"Sir, you need to calm down. If anyone should be angry, it's me," I said, trying to defuse the situation while putting my hands out to try to calm the raging man.

The commotion was attracting unwanted attention. I needed to leave before someone recognized me. I took a deep breath, attempting a smile. "I'll just leave, and you..."

"Don't you dare!" His voice was filled with menace as he grabbed my hand roughly forcing me to face him again.

I froze, terrified. My instincts screamed at me to run, but my legs wouldn't move.

The situation was dire. If this had been a woman, I might have handled it differently. But this was a formidable, intimidating man, not to mention he was a billionaire!

'Elena, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into this time.' I had a knack for finding trouble even when I wasn't looking for it; this was a typical example of such a situation.

"Let me go!" I pleaded, struggling against his grip.

He was strong, really strong.

A new plan formed in my head: escape as soon as I could. But his strength was formidable, and panic began to set in.

"Please, let me go," I begged, my pride taking a hit.

Maybe I could have done something, flip the guy over or even twist his hands using mine, but I just couldn't, not here.

There were people watching, and this was a billionaires' territory. There was nowhere I could run that he wouldn't find me if he meant it, and from the looks of things, he really meant me!

"I'm sorry, just please let me go." As prideful as I was, I knew when I couldn't win and this was an example of such rare cases.

"No, you bitch!" The bearded man smirked tightening his grip on my hands. "I'm going to shut that mouth of yours and teach you some manners." He said holding my shoulder in a tight grip with a terrifying smile on his ugly face.

'You've really done it this time Elena.'

My eyes darted about and I desperately looked for a means of escape.

Fuck!

No... I couldn't get caught like this.

I just...

"Let go of her!" a deep, commanding voice cut through the tension. The bearded man hesitated, and I looked up to see my unexpected savior.

What the...

Elena's POV

I blinked slowly, my jaw dropping in disbelief. I had expected Mr. Mysterious to be handsome, but nothing prepared me for this.

The man before me was nothing short of godlike. He was tall...easily over six feet, with muscles that strained against his tight black designer shirt. His hair was a striking shade of black, brushed back with a few stray strands falling onto his forehead. His deep black eyes radiated a cold, intimidating presence. He looked like Superman come to life, but just a lot more handsome.

My heart fluttered just at the sight of him.

"I said, let her go," he repeated, his voice icy and commanding.

'Get yourself together, Elena. He's just a man,' I told myself, though he was undeniably stunning.

I shook off my daze, pulling my hands free from the bearded man's grasp. "He said let me go, you idiot."

The bearded man looked utterly shocked. Then, to my astonishment, he dropped to his knees and bowed, banging his head on the floor with a resounding thud.

"Mr. Reynolds," he groaned, sounding almost like he was about to cry. It was almost comical. I stifled a laugh, but then Mr. Reynolds spoke again. " I had no idea that she was your woman "

His woman? I smirked, my eyes glistening in joy. I liked the sound of that. But before I was able to fully enjoy it, Mr Mysterious, or Mr Reynolds as this idiot called him spoke again.

"She is not my woman," he said, his brow furrowing.

I glared at him.

What did he mean by that? I meant why did he just say that like that? Could he not see the kind of situation I was in?

The bearded man looked between us, bewildered. "She's not your woman?"

"No... Of course, I'm his woman," I said quickly, wrapping my arms around Mr. Reynolds's and holding on tightly. I tilted my head at the bearded man with a smirk.

Mr. Reynolds stiffened at my sudden display of affection, and I used the opportunity to lean even closer toward him, interlocking our arms.

I made a ' tsk tsk ' sound with my tongue as I stared down at the beardy man with a look of disgust. "You should be ashamed of yourself for trying to take another man's woman," I said, narrowing my eyes. "Not just any man's woman..."

'What was his name again?'

"Mr. Reynolds," I recalled just as someone called out behind me.

"Boss..." Two men approached and bowed respectfully. Mr. Reynolds immediately withdrew his hands from mine and stepped back.

I felt a pang of hurt pride. His swift retreat made me feel as though I had shocked him or most probably disgusted him.

'Hey, look here, Mr. You may be godlike in your handsomeness, but I'm still very beautiful!'

He acted as if I was a plague or something.

I bit my lower lip, cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment, before turning back to the bearded man.

'Please don't let him witness that,' I pleaded inwardly, sighing in relief when I saw that he had vanished.

If he had seen that he would have known that there was nothing between me and this handsome beauty, and knowing rich people as I did, he would have insisted that I was his.

"Boss, we've found him," one of the two men said, addressing Mr. Reynolds with respect.

My curiosity was piqued. "Found who?" I asked, looking between Mr. Reynolds and the man who spoke.

His cold gaze sent a shiver down my spine. Then, to my astonishment, he took out a white handkerchief and wiped his hands clean.

I stared, mouth agape.

'What the hell? Was he suggesting I was dirty?'

Now I was sure he really thought I was a plague, to the point of even cleaning his hands...

But I chose to stay composed. Mr. Reynolds had just saved me from an awkward situation, likely preventing the bearded man from causing serious trouble.

Clearing my throat, I drew the three men's attention. "Thank you for helping me," I said softly, batting my eyelashes.

Mr. Reynolds's eyes swept over me with a cold, indifferent stare. His expression remained impassive, and I wondered if he was questioning my sanity. Despite the subdued music in the bar, the silence between us felt stifling.

'Does he not speak?' I wondered, before remembering that he had spoken earlier. His voice had been cold yet alluring.

"Okay..." I said, trying to break the silence. "I'm Lena, by the way." I extended my hand with a coy smile.

Mr. Reynolds glanced briefly at my hand before looking back at my face, his expression unchanging. It was clear he had no intention of shaking it.

Okay, that was embarrassing.

"Um..." I retracted my hand, clenching it behind my back. "What's your name?"

I asked again, testing his limits. He blinked, showing no interest, and then turned his attention to one of his men.

"Let's go," he said, striding away. Both men followed him, casting confused glances at me.

"Wait a second!" I yelled after him before

"Wow," I scoffed, watching him leave. He didn't even spare me another glance.

Had I lost my touch? Three years away and I was already out of practice?

I reached into my purse and pulled out a small mirror.

"No... I'm still beautiful," I reassured myself, smiling at my reflection. Despite my hurried arrival and missing blue contacts which I always wore before going for a job, my appearance was still striking.

"Then why the hell did Mr. Handsome act like I was a ghost? An unattractive ghost, at that." I complained, putting the mirror away.

Mr. Reynolds intrigued me. From his demeanor to his cold eyes, he was a perfect target.

I tilted my head, a small smile forming. "Alright then, Elena, you've found your guy."

He seemed hard to break, if not impossible, but that was the type of task I loved. Something like the last one I did three years ago.

My rivals deemed it impossible and even went as far as daring me to do the job, so I did. Though it almost cost me my life, and I had to fly back to my hometown, it was worth it.

Now returning after three years, I was welcomed with another impossible-looking task, only that this one was younger and much more handsome.

Mr. Reynolds, aka, Mr Mysterious.

'We'll be seeing each other again '

With no more reason to stay, I walked out of the bar, feeling a sense of accomplishment. The glances and gasps from the crowd as I left boosted my spirits.

Didn't they see me before? Tsk

One man approached me, but I deftly avoided him, slipping out of the bar with ease.

After I had gotten far enough from the bar, I looked at the fat wallet in my hand with a smirk. "Still got it," I said, tossing the wallet in the air and catching it with a grin.

Back when Beardy was still dragging me to follow him, I had spotted his wallet peeping pair of his pants, so what better thing to do than to take the heavy thing off his hands?

That would teach him, he messed with the wrong con girl.

Noah's POV

A Few Hours Ago

He was gone again.

How could he leave without any of my men noticing? He was a 70-year-old man, for crying out loud!

"Find him, goddammit!" I cursed, grinding my teeth. Where could he have gone this time?

The two men beside me nodded and left the bar to search for my grandfather once more.

That demented old man had been a thorn in my side for months. Now he'd taken to vanishing, leaving me frantic and worried.

"Boss, Old Master Reynolds can take care of himself. He'll be fine," Joshua, my personal bodyguard, said calmly. I snorted, shaking my head.

A few years ago, I might have believed him. But not now. Not with my grandfather's dementia worsening. He did foolish things and said nonsensical things.

He might be the death of me one day.

And it was all because of that one person that left a permanent scar on his life a few years ago.

"I swear I'll find the bastard who did this to him and make them pay," I vowed menacingly, a fierce glint in my eyes. It wasn't a threat...it was a promise.

I blinked before looking at Joshua. "Let's go," I said, heading towards my car. He opened the back door for me and slid into the driver's seat.

"Where to, Boss?" he asked as the car began to move.

I sighed, shutting my eyes. I needed to unwind. The thought of my grandfather causing trouble again had me on edge.

The last time he disappeared like this, he was found naked in one of the tallest buildings in the state. He also managed to acquire over ten different lawsuits after only being gone for less than two days.

I was incredibly worried about what he might do this time and needed to clear my head before I would go crazy just thinking about it.

"To Diamonds," I ordered, taking deep breaths to calm myself.

I'd tried everything to restore my grandfather's mental health. Renowned doctors had all said the same thing: it was age-related dementia. But I knew better. I was certain it was the result of that unfortunate incident from three years ago. He wouldn't get better until the perpetrator was found.

But that sly bastard was very good at hiding because even after three years, he is still yet to be found.

"Boss, we're here," Joshua said, pulling me from my thoughts.

I opened my eyes lazily and stepped out of the car, which Joshua had already opened for me.

"Tag along with the others and find my old man," I instructed, walking into the bar.

The usual scene greeted me: wealthy men from around the country, many of them married, mingling over drinks and entertainment. The stage featured strippers performing their routines.

I rolled my eyes and made my way to a quiet corner, taking a seat. I wasn't in the mood for socializing, and thankfully, everyone seemed to understand, leaving me alone.

"Seems they all had some sense today," I thought with a smirk, ringing the bell on the table. The bartender appeared, his eyes widening in shock before he masked it with a forced smile.

"W... What would you like to have?" he stammered, handing me a small menu.

A menu? In a bar?

I arched an eyebrow at the menu but didn't bother opening it. I expected the reaction; seeing Noah Reynolds in a place like this was rare. I understood the bartender's surprise.

Although Diamonds was one of the top bars in the country, I wasn't a popular member.

I was always busy with work, so I didn't have time for stuff like this, and it would have remained that way if it wasn't for my old man, who was stressing me out greatly this day.

"Get me a glass of whiskey," I ordered. The bartender nodded absentmindedly, still standing there.

"Are you deaf?," I asked coldly, narrowing my eyes at the stunned bartender who shook his head, still absentminded

" So, get going then!"

"Er... Yes. Coming," he scrambled away, bumping into a few tables along the way.

"Typical," I muttered under my breath. Why couldn't ordinary people just acknowledge handsome and rich people without gawking? And what made it worse was that he was a man, not like my reaction would have been any different if it was a lady.

A few minutes later, the bartender returned, head bowed, with a glass in hand.

"H... Here," he said, handing it to me before retreating quickly.

I took a sip of the whiskey, savoring the burning sensation as it slid down my throat. Just what I needed.

But then I noticed someone...a woman staring at me intently, piquing my curiosity. She was walking towards me with a small smile, not appearing to be one of the strippers. I couldn't see her face clearly since I was trying not to let her know I'd noticed her.

Just then, my pocket vibrated. My phone rang.

It was my grandfather!

What the hell...

Standing up, I rushed to a quieter spot to answer the call.

"Where the hell are you?!" I thundered as soon as the call connected.

Grandpa chuckled, which only fueled my irritation. "Relax, my darling grandson. Grandpa is just right..."

Just right?!

"You better get your ass back to the mansion immediately, or else..." I seethed through gritted teeth, gripping my phone tightly.

My grandfather laughed again. "That's the thing...I don't know where it is." Another round of laughter followed.

"See you later."

"Why you..." I was cut off by the beep of the disconnected call.

"Fuck!" I swore, almost throwing my phone down to the floor in frustration.

That man really knew how to get under my skin.

I took a deep breath and dialed Joshua. "Trace my old man's location using the last call he made just now which is to my phone," I said curtly before ending the call.

'He better not be in serious trouble again,' I thought, heading back into the bar.

There, I saw the woman from before being dragged by Bevel Fisher, the notorious son of the Fisher family. Bevel had a grip on her shoulders and was pulling her away.

Without thinking, I strode over, glaring coldly at Bevel. "Let her go!"

It was then I took a closer look at the woman. She was stunning...small oval face, plush lips slightly parted, and big green eyes filled with a mix of amusement and surprise. She wasn't a stripper, and she seemed intrigued by me, which was normal.

"I said, let her go," I repeated narrowing my eyes at him, noticing that Bevel hadn't complied the first time.

The man immediately came back to his senses and dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry, I had no idea she was your woman". He apologized.

I was taken aback by his statement. " She's not my woman ". I denied, my brows coming together.

How could he even assume that?

"She's not your woman?" Bevel repeated, confused.

Before I could answer, the woman suddenly wrapped her arm around mine.

"No... Of course, I'm his woman."

What the actual fuck?!

I was stunned that a woman, a stranger, not only touched me but embraced my arm. What confused me the most was that I didn't hate it. I had severe OCD and disliked being touched by anyone, especially women, yet I didn't mind this stranger's touch. How crazy was that?

I watched her mouth move, realizing she was speaking, but I was too distracted to focus on her words.

"Boss..." Joshua's voice cut through the confusion.