Substitute Bride For The Rumored Ugly Billionaire

NAYA'S P O V

Paradise Grand Hotel and Casino, one of the cheapest casinos in town, and as far as I remember was an unlicensed establishment operating in Las Vegas. Sad to say, I was working here as a cocktail server.

As I pulled the hem of my silvery mini skirt down to cover the upper part of my thighs, I peered around the room. The ceiling lights were muted, allowing the glow of a hundred sparkling slot machines to fill the room.

It was only two months ago since I started working here because my stepmother requested me to do so, and if I declined to follow her, they would stop supporting my nephew, Nico's treatment for leukemia. He was the son of my sister Diane, who died due to an accident. No one else would take care of him except me, therefore I'm doing everything I can to save him from his serious illness.

I'm still not used to working in a place that was filled with color, and constant undertone of the slot machines---I really don't know how to describe the sound. It was not musical yet it wasn't noise, either. It was more of a robotic background--- tinkles, clanks, and the occasional beep or brief snatch of melody. The sound of a hundred slot machines in action.

I started to move towards the center where crap tables, poker, blackjack and roulette could be seen. I finally saw the elderly customer who had ordered his vodka for the sixth time, and based on my observations, he was already intoxicated and tipsy. His eyes were bloodshot red as he stared at the cards he was holding in front of him. He looked angry. Indeed, gambling was a serious business.

I hesitated to give him his order, but then he tilted his head and spotted me. ''Come over here...'' he waved his hand, signaling for me to come closer to him, and with a quivering hand, I did as I had told, and handed him his order. ''Take a seat beside me. I need a lucky charm...''

I took the spot next to him, and sat down obediently. He pushed a glass in front of me, containing an orange color liquid, and asked me to drink it, but I shook my head in protest.

''Oh, c'mon. It's just a peachy keen. You won't get drunk to that...'' he laughed, but suddenly stopped when he lost in the recent bet. ''Goddamit!'' he shouted, and out of fear, I took the glass with a trembling hand and took a sip of it. He was right though. It tasted like an ordinary peach juice, but it was so addictive that I didn't realize I had emptied the glass.

The old man smirked when he noticed that the glass in front of me was consumed. ''Come here, and sit on my lap...'' he ordered again, tapping his thick thighs, and I refused this time.

''I'm sorry Sir, but sitting on your lap is not a part of my job...'' I said softly, focusing my gaze on my lap. His hand started to travel on my thigh, sliding its way up to the hem of my skirt. I dodged his hand as I briskly rose up from my seat.

''Bitch!'' He downed the vodka I served him in one gulp and gripped my arm, making me wince in pain.

''Let go of me!'' I yanked my hand from his hold, and the next thing I heard was the sound of glass breaking and the gambling chips spilling all over the place while he was cursing me.

''You're working here, so you follow every customer's request, understand?'' he growled. ''Don't embarrass me in front of many people, or you'll see how I get angry!''

I didn't answer him as I kept my gaze to the floor. This was not the job they assigned me to do here. Despite the dangerous environment, I agreed to work here for the sake of my nephew. Every day, I was harassed by different customers, most of whom I avoided successfully. But this old man here was a vicious one and not easy to deal with.

When I looked up, the old man was now towering over me. His alcoholic breath fanned one side of my face as I asked help for the other customers around, but they were only watching us with amazement in their eyes as if they were watching an interesting movie. The old man's words slurred as the effect of the vodka peaked.

''Answer me, bitch!'' he demanded with bellowing voice that caused me to flinch away.

''Y-yes, Sir...'' I stammered and internally scolded myself for showing my fear and nervousness, and for agreeing to what he wanted to do to me.

To my surprise, his hand flew and slapped me on the face and his rough hand gripped my throat and squeezed, causing me to gasp. I clasped my hands around his arm in a desperate bid to pull it away, and began to desperately crave air.

Hot tears streamed down my face as my wide eyes stared into the angry dark eyes of the ugly old man.

''What's happening here?!'' a voice reverberated throughout the room. My manager's voice. She rushed towards us, and instead of defending me, she grabbed my hair and yanked me away from the old man, which made me cry out in pain. ''Apologize to him, right now!''

I shook my head. She wanted me to apologize to him without even knowing first what had actually happened?

''What do you want to do to her, Mr. Volkov?'' Deborah, who was still gripping my hair tightly asked the unpleasant old customer.

''I won't pursue the matter any further as long as you let me sleep with this beautiful girl tonight...'' he smirked, his eyes scouring my entire body, making me shiver in disgust. They were just filled with dark desire. He walked closer to us, and I stiffened, my breath was caught in my throat when I felt his hand squeeze my ass.

I desperately tried to brush the feeling of disgust and dirtiness away. My thoughts took me to Harlan, my boyfriend whom my stepsister had stolen from me. How would he feel about a woman who was defiled and dirty? But it didn't matter anyways. He had already fallen into Clover's trap. He was now officially my ex-boyfriend.

''You, pervert!'' The wrath I was feeling towards Harlan burned even more, so my right foot automatically flew, kicking the old man's groin, which caused him to yelp in pain and catch his balls with his hands.

The pain in my scalp intensified as Deborah pulled my hair harder, and dragging me out of the room. ''You're going to pay for what you did, you bitch!'' she shouted.

''Help!'' I cried out, but the surrounding people as usual were just watching us. ''Help me!''

But still, no one made a move to stop my manager from dragging me to the elevator. My vision was blurry because of the tears welling up in my eyes, so I didn't notice what floor the elevator had stopped. When the doors finally opened, she pushed me towards a dimly lit corridor.

''You can't force me to do what you want!'' I said, my voice was shaking as I took a few steps backwards from her. ''I'm quitting. I don't want to be here. I'm not working here anymore!''

''Really?'' her lips twisted into a mischievous smirk before she pulled out her phone from the pocket of her pants, and called someone. ''Kelly, your stepdaughter wants to quit from her job. What can you say about this?''

Deborah turned on the loud speaker and my stepmother's voice echoed through the halls. ''You want to resign form your job? Okay, do it! And I'll cut your nephew's treatment!'' she threatened me with a loud and angry voice.

''No... please, no!'' I begged through the phone. ''Mom, please don't do this to me...''

But the call was already cut off. Deborah turned on her heels and walked through the elevator, and I ran after her. ''Wait!'' I called out, but I felt a sudden dizziness. I instantly became aware that my heart rate had increased and that I was perspiring considerably more. I felt my muscles strain and my teeth clenched.

''Wait for your client, my dear...'' Deborah said as her voice began to fade away. I watched with blurred vision as the elevator doors closed and she disappeared from my sight.

''No...'' my voice came out almost inaudible and hoarsely. The sound of my own breathing increasingly audible in my ears, and I closed my eyes, racking my brain to figure out what was going on.

''How did it feel, sweetheart?'' the familiar voice of the old man rang in my ear, and when I opened my eyes, I saw him standing right in front of me. ''How did you feel about the drug I gave you, hmmm...?''

NAYA'S P OV

I was drugged? The drink he gave me had drugs in it. Shit!

''D-don't come near me...'' as I struggled to regain my composure, my voice became weaker and weaker. My heart was racing so rapidly inside my chest that it was insane. I had the sensation of having just completed a marathon.

My heart just wouldn't stop racing, and now I figured out that it was the drug that caused my heart to beat so quickly. I held my breath as the realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

''Now, sweetie, be a good girl so that nothing bad will happen to you, okay...?'' The old man sounded as though he was trying to placate a child.

I scooted back away from him. Before I could comprehend, I was cornered between him and the walls. His smile widened and squatted down, taking a hold of my ankles.

My eyes widened and began to push him away from me. ''No!'' I scratched and clawed at his skin and even his ugly face, and kicked him on the gut which caused him to fall down.

I took that opportunity and got up. Everything was hazy. My vision, my hearing, my voice. But I managed to get away from him and turned the corner, turning the knobs of every room, hoping I could find one that was unlocked.

''Please... please... please...''

I prayed silently, wishing I could find a room I could hide to.

Thankfully, I was able to locate one, and as I dashed inside, I immediately shut the door behind me, slapping my palm over my mouth to stop myself from making any noise.

''You're finally here...'' my eyes widened, and my breath hitched when I heard a deep velvet voice inside the dark room, and before I knew it, the owner of the voice was already standing right in front of me. I could tell because of the shadow that was towering over me, and the scent of musk cologne mixed with a citrus soap was too strong, but I was loving it. I had no idea why, but I loved the smell of him.

I froze when his hot and minty breath fanned my face. His intoxicating scent in his close proximity, and the warmness of his body sending chills all over me. The drug that was running through my veins was making it difficult for me to maintain control. I could feel that my brain wasn't functioning normally, and I have this euphoric feeling like I was on high.

And the words he had just said made me stiffen for a moment. I'm finally here? What was he talking about? Was he expecting me to come in this room? But...

I flinched when his calloused finger ran down my face. His rough skin against my smooth one surprisingly gave me a delightful sensation.

''No...'' I tried to stop him, but he covered my mouth with his and swallowed my protest, kissing me roughly. I struggled at first. I didn't know this man, and why the hell was he kissing me? But why the hell did I just let him?

I realized that the drug had fully taken effect when my arms involuntarily curled around the stranger's neck and kissed him back, causing him to groan quietly. I could feel sweat breaking out all over. My body started to feel heavy, and my muscles began to ache.

My teeth sank into my lower lip when his lips started to move a bit lower and lower until he reached my neck. I moaned when he started to kiss it, licking every spot he sucked.

I felt like hot magma was being poured over my entire body-a thin coating of sweat formed on my skin, and the horny sensation I was experiencing wouldn't go away.

I needed his touch. I needed his kisses. And what he was doing to me was exactly what I needed right now.

The stranger slowly dragged me towards the bed without breaking the kiss. The room was still dark, and I couldn't see his face, but I knew that this man was a gorgeous human being.

We fell on top of the bed with me on top of him. He continued to kiss me, and I moaned against his mouth as I felt him pull my top off. my naked breasts rubbed against his chest and I felt his hands rubbing my back.

He pulled away, and I groaned in protest, only to feel him roll me over onto my back so that he was on top of me. I felt my stomach churn as he bent his head and captured one of my nipples. He pinched the other one as he continued to suck me which caused my panties to grow moist.

I moaned with desire and my body went still as his tongue reached the waistband of my skirt.

Am I really doing this? I wanted to stop him, but my body loved what he was doing to my body.

I had evaded the perverted old man's attempt to abuse me, but here I was, surrendering to a complete stranger. I didn't know who I was tonight. The way I sighed against his skin, the breathy, innocent sounds that left my mouth as he laid wet kisses onto my skin led me to assume that this wasn't me, but someone else who had taken over my entire body.

The stranger's fingers trailed every inch of my bare skin, as did his mouth, and I just let him. His wet lips worked like magic over my skin, leaving me craving even more.

He began to remove the remaining material from my body before I felt his scorching kisses placed around my core, and my only response were just pleasured moans while throwing my head back.

''Please...'' I begged breathlessly, and seconds later, he pressed his lips against my clit, which caused me to scream out. The hands that were holding my legs tightened as he kept them in place, all while he licked, sucked, tasted, and explored every inch of me.

I reached out for his thick locks, and I pulled them when I felt my legs started to shake. My breathing quickened as I felt something explode inside me. Before I could even recover from the high that I had experienced for the first time, he settled on top of me, and pushed something hard inside me before I felt a searing pain in my core making me gasp.

''What the...'' he growled, but didn't stop. ''Fuck!'' he cursed loudly as he continued to thrust into me. A tear rolled down from my eye because of the pain, and the fact that I could no longer turn back time.

That night, I let this man take me. I gave him my all. My first time was just stolen-no. I gave my first time to a complete stranger.

NAYA'S P O V

I opened my eyes only to see that it was still dark outside, and the first thing that caught my attention was the long and heavy thing that was placed on my stomach. I blinked my eyes a few times, trying to remember what happened last night and where the hell I was right now.

I gave a slight shake of my head. I still couldn't recall it. In an effort to avoid waking the man who was lying next to me, I slowly lifted his arm and stood up while holding my breath.

But then I froze. My tender skin and fragile bones screamed at me to stop moving so that they wouldn't break. I winced as I cautiously planted my feet down on the ground.

The unexpected realization just hit me when I saw the various items of clothing strewn across the floor. All of a sudden, as if a huge weight had fallen and been resting uncomfortably on my shoulders, the truth of the situation dawned on me as the events began to come to mind.

I had sex with a complete stranger!

Complete panic and regret took over me as I rushed to pick up my clothes and put them on in a hurry. I ignored my pounding headache and clenched my legs tightly together as memories of what had occurred to us kept playing over and over in my head.

Before I proceeded towards the door, my instinct prompted me to look at the face of the stranger with whom I had sex last night, so I slowly went back to bed and peered down on the man's face who was sleeping peacefully.

His dark brown hair, which I was tugging tightly last night while he was eating me out--- Damn! I couldn't help but feel the heat creeping up to my face at the clear thought of what he did to me last night. The hair was falling freely on his forehead, and I traveled down my gaze to those long and thick lashes. I couldn't see his eyes but I was already drawn to the sight of his handsome face. I was right though. He was gorgeous even though I couldn't see him last night.

His arms looked muscular, but not that too much. He was lean and tall, and I gulped when my eyes settled on his bottom that was only covered with white sheets.

My eyes widened when he suddenly roused in his sleep. Before he could catch me, I tiptoed towards the door, and opened it before I walked out in complete silence.

...............*****..............

''What have you done?'' my stepmother's angry voice echoed throughout the living room the moment I opened the front door of the house. Her eyes swept over my body and she noticed how messed up I appeared. ''Where the hell have you been last night?'' she lashed out, pulling me into the house, and a part of my clothes was torn, revealing the side of my neck as well as my bare back.

I was the second daughter of the White family, and was living with my parents and my sister Diane in this beautiful house when we were still young. But when my mom passed away, my father who didn't love me in the slightest, married Kelly, and shortly after, gave birth to Clover, my stepsister who became my best enemy. Dad took over all of mom's estates, enjoying the money she left behind, and even named some of her assets to Clover and Kelly.

Clover, who was walking down the stairs stiffened with mouth hung open and brown eyes grew wider when she saw the marks and bruises on my skin. ''Mom! See that? Did you see those bruises and kiss marks all over her body? It was so obvious that she had slept with someone last night! God, she's such a whore like her mother!''

No. Not my mother!

I bit my lower lip to control myself from freaking out, before I looked down and fixed my dress and hair so that the marks would be covered, before I slowly turned my head to my stepmom who was now looking murderously at me.

''You're a shameless whore for sleeping with a wild man last night, and protested to please the casino guest!'' Kelly hissed, and to my horror, she raised her hand and tried to hit me, but I stepped back, avoiding her hand, which caused her to become even more enraged. ''Because of what you did to the guest, and for losing such a well-paying job, I won't be able to pay for your nephew's treatment anymore! I will just let him die, do you understand?!'' she barked, her voice cold as she threw harsh words at me. ''That's your punishment for being such a bitchy whore!''

Kelly started to walk away from me, but I stopped her by grabbing her hand in which she immediately jerked away as if she had been burned by my touch. ''Please, mom... Don't do this to Nico. I'm begging you, please...'' I pleaded, my voice quivering. ''Please... I... I'll do anything. Everything... Just continue his treatment. Help him survive. Leukemia is not a joke. He's dying, please...''

Upon hearing what I had said, she halted, and a smirk plastered on her lips as if something good was running in her head. ''You're willing to do anything?'' she asked with a quirked brow, and I hesitantly nodded in response. ''Fine!'' she sighed dramatically, walking around me with her arms folded over her chest, scrutinizing me with her evil dark gazes, raking them over my body.

Clover, who was now in front of me, already had a triumphant smile on her face, giving the impression that she already had an idea what her mom was about to say to me.

''I'm giving you another chance, so don't be a failure this time...'' her eyes danced happily as she prepared to tell me what was on her mind. ''I want you to marry the ugly and unloved man from the Stewart family. You're going to replace Clover as the bride!'' Kelly announced, and it would be an understatement to say that I was shocked at the moment. My heart stopped beating, and I was not moving an inch from my spot.

Marry a man I don't know?

A man who was ugly and unloved?

''No...'' I whispered, my head shook in disagreement.