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The Placeholder Bride's Secret Billionaire Revenge

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 859 | Released on: 22/01/2026

rey pavement outside the Marria

as d

as her key. Her shield. Her eyes scanned the document, but the words blurred. All she could focus on was the official seal

she said, hal

ncrete steps. He checked his phon

lawyers," he said. "I'll

not moving in yet. I have thi

tand that she needed space to dismantle her old li

leek, matte black business card. It had no company name, no title. Ju

taking the card.

me," he lied smoothly. "Gaston. 'Babe'

was trying to clean up his image, droppi

, Gas

ed up instantly, as if summoned by his

sounded like an order,

ar window as the taxi pulled away. He stood there, a dark statue aga

back, her h

one:

: Scorch

Instagram. Block. She opened WhatsA

Douglas from her

she

ered on the

e you ready to accept Mr. Henderson's in

as calm, steady, devoid of the trembling fear

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said. "The certificate is

e composure cracked. "Who is he? Did you pi

n bluffed. She hoped Babe Vincent had money left. "I want th

!" Elouise protested. "She's already

. "It's in the trust. Transfer it, or my

r. The Schneiders lived lavishly, but everyone knew their

ke poison. "Take the damn house. But

money, Mother. I ju

yn hu

ns. It felt like oxygen. For the fir

b driver asked, eyeing h

Jocelyn said. "The

o back. She

older man named Ralph, tipped his hat. He looked at her w

Ms. Wolfe," h

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nthouse. It was silent.

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her expensive skincare. She stripped the bed sheets she had bought with her o

unter, right next to a half-empty coffee mug Kieran had left d

her left han

e had forgotten

e marriage," she m

levator. The wheels rumbled loudly

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The Placeholder Bride's Secret Billionaire Revenge

Luo Ye Modern

“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.”