All dotes on my Wife: Billionare's bossy love

Jules Bennett, as thin and weak as she was, had managed to carry a blood-soaked man on her back to the lobby of the nearby hospital’s emergency care unit.

“This man needs surgery, fast!” Jules yelled. “He was in a car accident, and now he’s comatose!”

It was a really bad day for Jules.

She’d been in the middle of a food delivery on her electric motorbike when, out of nowhere, a large truck had run the red light she was stopped at and slammed into a Ferrari. The crash had crumpled the supercar, shattering its windows and setting the trunk on fire. The driver was unconscious in his seat, covered in blood.

Jules didn’t know where she’d gotten the courage, but she’d rushed to the scene and dragged the man out and away. Just after she’d pulled him a few meters away from the wreckage, a loud bang startled her. She’d turned, terrified, to see the car go up in an explosion.

If she’d been any slower, she might’ve been lying dead over there with the man she’d just saved!

The man, severely injured, had seemed to be grasping at any signs of hope. He’d grabbed Jules’s wrist, grip iron despite the daze he was clearly in. “Please help me. Get me to the hospital… and I’ll give you a hundred million…”

A hundred million?!

Had Jules just saved the richest man alive?

At the hospital’s registration window, the receptionist was busy with papers. “What’s your name?”

Jules opened her mouth, but the receptionist glanced up, and his attitude changed immediately. “Ah, our dean’s daughter. Wait just a moment, Ms. Vaughn. I’ll have an OR prepped right away.”

Jules smirked.

Her biological sister, Rue Vaughn, was her spitting image–but they lived completely different lives.

Jules had been abducted at birth, and after being tossed from family to family, she’d ended up with her current adoptive parents. But they had gotten into a car accident a month ago, and their hospitalization costs were ridiculously high.

Then, Jules’s birth parents had appeared out of nowhere, claiming they could cover the fees for her adoptive parents–if Jules gave the Vaughns a bone marrow transplant for their youngest son, who had leukemia. Since she looked identical to Rue, she also couldn’t show her face around.

Her birth mother, Lexi Howard, had said, “Rue’s mastered piano, calligraphy, painting, and both song and dance. She’s the beauty of Boston. And you’re just a country girl who’ll never shine–much less on stage. What if you ruin my Rue’s good reputation?”

But to get the cure for her adoptive parents, Jules had gone along with the humiliation.

In Boston, she’d normally apply shoddy makeup on purpose, but she hadn’t thought it was necessary to bother with it at all for this late-night delivery. She hadn’t expected to be recognized, much less at her biological father’s hospital, so the only choice left was to pretend she was Rue and cough up the five thousand dollars for the operation.

After everything had been settled, Jules returned to her apartment, exhausted. She took a shower and went to go wash her clothes, but as she turned her pants upside-down, a black, diamond ring fell out of her pocket.

The man had probably dropped it into her pocket when he’d grabbed her earlier, right?

Jules didn’t think much of it. She put the ring on the table and went to take a nap.

A knock on the door woke her. She put on her slippers and went to open it.

Jules was greeted by a slap across the face. “Jules, you bitch, did you forget what I told you?! When you’re in Boston, you don’t get to parade around like this, pretending you’re me. Do you not care about your adoptive parents’ lives anymore?”

Jules’s pulse spiked angrily, and she slapped Rue across the face.

She’d had no choice in the matter. To save her adoptive parents, she’d let her biological parents harass her as they saw fit–but if there was one thing about her, it was that she’d never tolerate herself to be bullied time and again.

Rue screamed. “Jules, did you just hit me?! How dare you!”

Jules was much stronger than Rue. Rue’s cheek was starting to swell from the force of the slap.

Jules wrung her stinging hand, frowning slightly. “Get over yourself. Do you really expect me to put up with your attitude? I’m not your mother.”

“You brought some random man to my father’s hospital in the middle of the night! Think of our name, our reputation, if word gets out. How dare you!” Rue’s face was bright red, and her movements frantic. “If someone hadn’t told my father this morning, I’d never have known! You’d just be running off elsewhere, dirtying the family name!”

Jules snorted, but her eyes were sad. “Ha. You should see your face.”

How unfair. The sisters wore the same face, but they were so unbelievably different on the inside.

Before she could respond, Rue’s phone rang. She picked it up, moving aside before she spoke. From her new position, she could see the glint of the black diamond ring on the table.

This ring looked familiar…

“Mommy, what’s the matter?”

“My god, when did you save Mr. Falcone? Why wouldn’t you tell your own mother about something this important? The Falcones just came by, saying they wanted to meet you next week!”

Even over the phone, the ecstatic tremble in Lexi’s voice was unmistakable.

“Mr… Falcone?” Rue glanced at the ring on the table, and suddenly she realized that this ring was the same one she’d seen in the photo of Mr. Falcone at the exclusive celebrity party from a while ago. The diamond ring passed down to the heirs of the Falcone family…

So that’s what had happened at the hospital earlier, Rue thought. Jules had saved Jacob Falcone! And, on top of that, she’d given the hospital Rue’s name, meaning Jacob thought Rue really had saved him.

She’d accidentally become the savior of the Mr. Falcone!

Not even winning the lottery would have shocked Rue to this extent.

“Mommy, I need to take care of something right now. Let’s talk later, okay?”

Rue tried to suppress the excitement in her voice as she hung up. While Jules wasn’t looking, she slipped the ring on the table into her pocket and walked up to her. “Remember, Jules, if this happens again, the next time you see your adoptive parents will be at their funeral.”

She left in a huff.

It was still early in the morning. Jules thought about going back to sleep, but didn’t want to risk oversleeping, and she was in no mood to argue with Rue, anyway. She threw on a mask to hide her face and rushed to the hospital to find the man.

A hundred million. That’s what she’d risked her life for.

But when she got there and asked to see him, the nurse delivered rather unpleasant news. The man had left immediately after he’d woken up during the night, without leaving any contact information behind.

“That liar! That bastard!” Jules’s eyebrows knitted together angrily, and she nearly exploded on the spot. “Five thousand bucks is enough to cover my mother’s living expenses for two straight months!”

She should’ve known that all men did was lie. There went five thousand dollars, and the delivery company had deducted another hundred dollars from her funds because she’d lost the food after the car crash.

Jules felt like her heart was bleeding. Life was cruel, and she was still too young for this.

Over the next few days, Jules picked up more part-time jobs, working them all diligently. She continued delivering food after her shifts ended, just so she could send food to her parents in the hospital.

At the bar one night, Jules was sitting in the surveillance room with other members of the security team, still spitting venom.

“If I hadn’t saved that ungrateful bastard, I wouldn’t have had to eat only two meals a day all week. I lost so much weight! I’m starving!”

After the accident, her adoptive father was still in a coma, and her adoptive mother had to stay with him in the hospital every day. Though her biological parents paid the medical expenses, her own daily expenses were difficult enough to cover.

She’d spent her last funds on that jerk’s surgery, and now she was really strapped for cash.

One of her coworkers, Angus, butted in. “Jules, you’ve been talking about this guy forever, but you don’t even know his name or remember what he looks like?”

“I remember what he looked like, but he was in a coma. How was I supposed to ask his name–” Jules stood abruptly in the middle of her sentence and pointed to one of the security camera screens. “T-that’s him! See that? That’s him!”

She slammed her hands on the table and turned to the door. “Bastard. I’ll make sure you don’t run away this time.”

Angus grabbed Jules by the wrist and nodded to the man in the footage. “Hey, hey, woah. Are you sure that’s him?”

“I’d recognize the guy even if he’d shown up as a pile of ashes!” Jules yanked her arm away.

Angus blocked her in the doorway as she made another attempt to leave. “Jules, calm down. That’s Jacob Falcone. You know, the heir of the Falcone family? One of the four infamous families in Boston? He’s not a good guy, Jules. There’s blood on his hands, and if he’s going to repay your kindness, that’ll be it. You’re not gonna get your money back–you should be grateful you’re still alive. It’s only five thousand bucks. Just let it go.”

“Jacob…?” Jules couldn’t choke off a gasp.

The clubhouse she was in was the most famous one in Boston, and it attracted businessmen and celebrities alike. She was no stranger to Jacob Falcone’s name, of course.

What Angus had said made sense. But it wouldn’t stop her.

Jules waited until 1 o’clock in the morning, when Jacob finally walked into the elevator. She followed him in. The eight floors below the nightclub were part of the bar. Above it, the other floors were hotel suites.

Inside the elevator, Jules glanced at Jacob out of the corner of her eye. He was half a head taller than her, and he smelled of alcohol. His handsome face was flushed from drinking, and his slender fingers pulled uncomfortably at the tie around his neck, as if he’d caught a fever from all the alcohol.

Ding!

On the thirty-eighth floor, the elevator opened. The man stepped out, and Jules made to follow him again.

But before they’d even made it a few paces out of the elevator, Jacob stopped abruptly, making Jules crash into his back. “Oops–I didn’t–”