Accidental Bonds Destined Love Chinese Drama

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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The thunder rolled across the pitch-black sky as heavy rain poured down like it was trying to drown the entire city.

At the end of a winding mountain road, inside a secluded villa, Louise Bennett's body was pinned down by a man's overwhelming strength.

His breath brushed hotly against the shell of her ear, sending a wave of heat spiraling low in her belly.

Her mind was foggy, but she forced her eyes open, trying to focus. All she could make out in the darkness was a shadowy figure looming over her.

"Who... are you?" she rasped, her voice hoarse from the alcohol.

He chuckled lowly, then dipped his head to press a kiss to her neck. His breath was heavy, his voice dark and laced with wicked amusement.

"The one who's gonna make you feel real good."

Louise's limbs felt terrifyingly weak-she knew then, someone had drugged her.

Frantically, she reached around until her fingers brushed the bedside lamp. Gripping it gave her a flicker of reassurance.

She tried to sound fierce, though her voice trembled, "Get off me, or else-"

"Or else what?" he taunted, his hand sliding firmly around her waist.

Without hesitation, Louise gritted her teeth, swung the lamp with all the strength she had left, and smashed it against his head. He let out a groan of pain and collapsed, going still.

She didn't wait to see if he was okay. Her only thought was escape. But when she tried to sit up, her body betrayed her-she had no strength at all. Her vision swam and everything faded into black.

When she came to, flashing lights and loud voices crashed into her ears.

"Miss Bennett, why did you sleep with another man right before your engagement?"

"Miss Bennett, have you considered how Mr. Shaw must feel about this?"

Out of nowhere, a reporter shouted, "Look at that man! Someone call an ambulance!"

Louise sat up in a daze, clothes disheveled, her mind blank-until a harsh slap landed on her face.

Tears instantly welled up. "Edgar, I... I didn't-"

The disgust in Edgar Shaw's eyes was like ice. His voice was colder than steel. "Slut."

One week later, in court.

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