Alpha in Color

The Placeholder Bride's Secret Billionaire Revenge

Luo Ye

For two years, I was the invisible force behind tech billionaire Kieran Douglas, convinced that our "private" romance was his way of protecting us from the tabloid spotlight. I managed his mergers, warmed his bed, and waited for a future that didn't exist. The illusion shattered at 6:00 AM when a Page Six alert debuted Kieran's "real" romance with socialite Aspen Schneider. Before I could even process the betrayal, Kieran sent me a cold, professional text: "Order flowers for Aspen. Pink peonies. Her favorite." When I tried to walk away, my own mother called me a disgrace and threatened to lock my inheritance forever unless I married a sixty-year-old businessman to save her failing estate. At a high-society gala that same night, Aspen intentionally crushed my burned hand in front of the cameras, while Kieran stood by and dismissed me as a "mediocre assistant" who had overstayed her welcome. I stood in the cold New York rain, drenched in champagne and humiliation, realizing that every sacrifice I made for Kieran was a joke. I was a ghost in a penthouse that was never mine, discarded the moment his "soulmate" returned. To the world, I was just a placeholder whose time had run out. But Kieran forgot one thing: my father's multi-million dollar trust fund unlocks the moment I legally marry. I didn't need love; I needed a signature and a shield. I walked into a discreet law firm and signed a marriage contract with a man I believed was the city's most notorious, scandal-ridden playboy. I thought I was marrying a degenerate "beard" to buy my freedom and secure my revenge. I didn't realize the man who signed that paper wasn't a playboy at all, but Gaston Collins-the most powerful and dangerous man on Wall Street-and he had no intention of letting our fake marriage stay fake.

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Olivia folded the sheets she had just removed on the bed, she checked that everything

was spotless before closing the door. She hated this job but she couldn't quit at the risk of finding herself out of work. A foreigner, she had difficulty finding suitable work despite her diplomas and what's more, her skin color and her origins didn't help at all.

_My God Olivia, hurry up before the Snow Queen finds you here,

called out her friend Roxy.

-I'm finished, I was waiting for you, she replied.

Roxy was an unfailing support for her. When she came to this country, she didn't think

that life was going to be so complicated for her. She had been naive to believe in her aunt who had promised her heaven before realizing it was hell. She sometimes regretted having abandoned her beloved Africa to embark on an unknown world. The American dream had turned out to be a nightmare. Her aunt ended up throwing her out after accusing her of having an extramarital affair with her husband who turned out to be a scoundrel of the worst kind. She had wandered the streets of New York before heaven sent her this rare gem that was her friend Roxy. She not only found him a job but also a place to sleep. They left the room but found themselves face to face with the famous snow queen.

Carine Jackson was a frustrated and bitter woman who had been divorced four times and suffered several romantic failures. She had become bitter and took her frustration out on the hotel employees. An inveterate party animal and a greedy gambler, his cousin Zack Gordon couldn't properly take care of the hotel, so he had thought of his cousin who ruled the roost throughout the hotel.

_ So you have nothing to do? She asked them with the coldness that was known to her.

_ Of course if we went there, Roxy replied.

They didn't need to be asked, they almost ran.

_ Often I want to strangle him. Roxy said quietly once they were away from her.

_ Do you think the new owner will be friendly? Olivia asked suddenly.

_ I learned was immeasurably cold, he is so unpredictable that his employees don't know what to expect from him but they say he is also handsome.

Olivia slapped her forehead when she saw her friend who was still lost in the clouds at this last remark. She had a tendency to get lost in her bubble. They separated in a corridor.

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