My substitute husband is a billionaire

Now when and where do I sign this contract?

Julia's P.O.V

George's car swerved into the entrance of the apartment's parking lot after they'd confirmed both our identities. I watched his expression from the corner of my eye, It was still hard to believe that he was George A. Whyte. That was the name of the most sought-after bachelor in the city, not only that, he became the youngest billionaire in the country at age twenty-three. That was over a decade ago!

Compared to my family's generational wealth, George Whyte was rumored to be self-made. He put about a billion into charity yearly but was said to be difficult to approach. But if he was as rich as the rumors claimed, why did he need to claim a so-called inheritance?

His looks were first class and his aura was refined, yet, his proposal was a bit too shady to give an answer to on a spot, so he'd invited me as his plus one for an event to prove just how handy he could be. Honestly, I was a bit excited to see the outcome of it.

"Are you done gauging my worth now?", he turned to me with a slight smirk. "Did I meet your expectations?". He teased, reaching out to touch my hair.

"Who knows", I pushed the car door open before stepping out onto the pavement. "We'll know after the party", I teased back playfully before shutting the door in tow. The car engine roared to life before the dark rolls Royce swerved out of the parking lot.

I watched till he was out of sight before turning to stare at my apartment on the third floor. I noticed someone shut the curtains quickly and my eyes narrowed as I entered the building.

Monica's number was unreachable, which only went further to prove that my suspicions were right. I could imagine her all snuggled up with Theodore in our marital bed after leaving me stranded in the club, but I wanted to hear what sort of lie she'd come up with.

As I walked down the hallway and towards my apartment, I made a call to security demanding some help. I noticed that my front door was already unlocked for me and a sad smile formed on my lips. All the anger felt the day before had died down to something liken to disgust. Theodore had always been a flirt, but he'd sworn to stay loyal to our relationship so I never bother digging into his personal affairs.

As I twisted the knob to step in, I heard Theodore yell from inside.

"So now you come home?! Where have you been?!", he raised his voice as though he'd not been the one cheating the day before.

I was too tired to reply, spending the night with George had truly cleared my head. I locked eyes with Theodore, my spiteful gaze and nonchalance seemed to anger him further.

He lunged towards me, swinging his hand against my cheek.

"You forced my hand, you w***e!", he mouthed the words like he'd been memorizing the script all night, moving to the coffee table to grab a document and a pen. "These are the divorce papers, sign them. Don't bother giving excuses, I know you spent the night with someone, and you reek of alcohol". He laughed cruelly, his tone dripping with venom.

"After all I did for you! I gave you a job, a home, and a career! So what if I slept around? Men do that and see how you're so dependent on me, I'd rather be with someone who's more exciting and understanding", he waved the paper in my face as if waiting for me to drop on my knees and beg. "Now sign it".

I looked at his face, knowing full well that his eyes reflected nothing but hatred. Everything was going according to how Monica had wanted, but what they didn't know was who my family truly was and the backer I'd just secured.

I snatched the document away from him alongside the pen then moved to the table to sign it, making sure I didn't miss out on any page.

Theodore watched me with surprise, I was the type to plead with him over matters like this because of how I'd cut off my family in order to marry him. My mother always told me to come home when I wanted to, but I was too ashamed to let go of a romance that was never even real.

I flung the paper at him after inserting my signature. He caught the grin at my lips, noting that I had yet to utter a word since I got back.

"What's so funny?", his brows furrowed as I reached my bedroom door. "You have to pack your things and leave".

As if waiting for those words, I spun around with a grin. "This is my house".

His eyes widened as if wanting to burst out of their sockets before he laughed mockingly. "Are you crazy? I paid the rent, can your salary even afford somewhere as expensive as this?".

"I think you misunderstood something, Theo". Just merely saying his name made my blood boil in anger as I got my phone out of my back pocket. "I own this property".

Theodore rushed forward to see the details through the phone screen of the land and property deeds.

"Rubbish! This must be fake", he mocked, trying to grab my phone but I pulled back in time. "Let's see you try to kick me out with that fake document".

"Boys!", I called out and the security I'd requested earlier who was waiting outside the door rushed in. The look on Theodore's face when two bulky men dragged him out of the building and the other two helped excavate his luggage was satisfying. But the main reason I needed a backer was because of who Theodore's father was. He was one of the big shots in the city and rivaled my parents in terms of wealth and connections. "George", I whispered to myself, "I hope you don't disappoint me".

***

It was hard dealing with the divorce process and finally accepting that my three year old relationship had dissolved into nothing.

George arrived to pick me up some weeks later and when I asked what the event was, he said it was a wedding.

"Are the couple close friends of yours, Mr. George?". I was curious as to what big shots he knew.

"Not really. You can also drop the formalities", he replied shortly, ending the conversation as the driver turned the engine off. When we stepped out, I noticed that many other luxury cars were parked in the driveway. George entwined both our arms before walking toward the doorway. "And you look gorgeous by the way", he whispered and I turned my face to hide the change in color on my face.

I wore a fitted, long red dress that hugged my hips and slender waist properly, there was a slit running up to my thigh. The moment we walked in, our heads turned our way. Aside from his striking looks, George wore a dark suit to match his hair and dark bow tie. From the looks they gave us, I could tell we looked like royalty.

When my eyes looked towards the couple, my jaw fell open. There they were, Theodore and Monica saying their vows. Monica seemed angered to see me present since I hadn't received an invite while Theodore wore a more perplexed expression.

George helped me into my seat and I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as to his connection with them. The event was strictly by invitation and judging by the amount of security outside, they seemed prepared in case anyone was to make a scene.

Monica was a supermodel and a small-time actress while Theodore was the son of a billionaire so it wasn't surprising.

"George!", I leaned sideways to whisper, wanting an answer as to why I was attending my ex-husband's wedding.

"Shh, just enjoy the show", he replied back.

I relaxed in my seat. "This better be good", crossing my legs and folding my arms.

Monica had a triumphant grin on her lips when they said their vows and exchanged rings, but right before they could kiss, a projector screen started playing on the wall right beside them for everyone to see.

"Ahh, Theodore, you're so good", a woman moaned in the clip which showed Theodore having s*x with a redhead.

"Ugh", he groaned in the clip still pounding into her from the front, the angle of the camera didn't give a view of the woman's face. "You're so much thicker than Monica I swear, you little slut", he teased.

"What the hell are you waiting for?! Someone turn that off!", Theodore yelled out to no one in particular and Monica stared at the clip in disbelief. "Monica!", Theodore rushed to grip her shoulders, "That's an old clip babe, I swear". He lied before locking gazes with me.

"You!", he pointed accusingly. "You did this!", he walked past the seats, enraged as he approached me.

George got up first while I tried to maintain my cool.

"Move", Theodore warned.

"Make me", he looked down at the smaller man.

The video was cut short and Monica rushed forward to stop Theodore from making a scene, reminding him in a whisper that plenty of media stations were present.

"You'll regret this", Theodore bit his bottom lip, "I'll f*****g sue you!"

With that he stormed out of the hall, leaving everyone bewildered by his tantrum. The reporters would surround the hall soon so George gestured that it was time to leave with a nod. I entwined my arms with his, trying to keep my cool, and the excitement I felt from seeing Theodore shamed.

"Did I meet expectations?". George nudged me teasingly when we'd slipped past the crowd outside.

"Yes", I smirked unable to hide the excitement from my tone, I had a lot of questions regarding his reasons for all this, but he seemed like a good pawn. "Now when and where do I sign the contract, darling?"