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The Placeholder Bride's Secret Billionaire Revenge

The Placeholder Bride's Secret Billionaire Revenge

Author: Luo Ye
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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1133    |    Released on: 22/01/2026

to-ceiling window. Central Park lay below, a sprawling pat

ne who wouldn't ask questions, someone who n

d opened her laptop. Her fing

Vin

yboy. Disowned by half his family. Rumored to be deep in debt to the wrong people, or perhaps trying to hide a sexual

creet law firm that handled "se

art hammering against her

ract Negotiation. Cl

hit

lass of the window. Her hair was messy, he

ers," she whispere

ghtstand wasn't a gentle hum. It was a drill, bori

r she had left there the night before. She rolled over, the expensive Egyptian cotton sheets tangling around her le

hit the sleek metal of her smartphone. She squi

alarm. It w

on the lock screen. Twitter. Instagram. Apple News. A

uglas Debuts Romance

stomach. Her thumb hovered over the notification. She didn't want to open it. She knew what she w

d slowly on the

brow, the flash of the paparazzi bulbs reflected in his eyes. He was

that made Jocelyn's stomac

sessively across the waist of a woman in

n zoom

that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He hadn't lo

s refers to the heiress as his 'long-time mus

Soul

lap. She had never been the girlfriend. She was the placeholder. The warm body in the bed when he was lonely. T

The marble floor was freez

llably. She wrapped her arms around herself, t

i

er slid down from t

to LA for the server farm crisis. Back in N

ology. No "we need to

se, he didn't care. To him, she was an appl

he phone, her fingers trembling as she

ed. She d

y until the text box was empty. Anger w

er so badly she almost dropped it. The

s, taking a deep, ragg

el

and devoid of warmth. She didn't say hello. She didn't ask how Jo

t her knuckles turned white. "I d

years playing house with that tech boy, and now look at you

" Jocelyn said,

oted instantly, her tone shifting from mockery to bu

son was sixty-two. He had a laugh that sounded l

s," Jocelyn said. "I am not an asset you

ust fund stays locked. Your father's will was specific, Jocelyn. You receive control of

n went

get her out of this life. It was enough money to start her own firm, t

red. "It just says marriage.

Elouise scoffed. "Y

lled the legal document she had memorized yea

t dare," Elo

her voice turning cold, hardenin

cel

hung

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The Placeholder Bride's Secret Billionaire Revenge
The Placeholder Bride's Secret Billionaire Revenge
“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.”