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The Placeholder Bride's Secret Billionaire Revenge

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 620    |    Released on: 22/01/2026

our. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling, casting

through the se

k blazer. Her left hand was heavily bandaged in white gauze. She clutc

a crow in a ca

om. It didn't take

rown back. Beside him, Aspen Schneider preened. She wore a silver gown that clung to

eep breath. Just

parted for her, not out of respect, b

she said when s

shed instantly. His eyes rake

y. "And underdressed. This i

y," Jocelyn said flatly. "

nded the

ink, looking bored. "Put them on the tab

Jocelyn. It wasn't a friendly light; it was the

arling!" As

nveloping Jocelyn in

, pulling back but keeping her hands

k, trying to diseng

's bandaged hand. "Oh no, what

ident," Joce

xclaimed loudly. Heads tu

t, Aspen grabbed her inju

n, do

ng directly into Jocelyn's

nails directly into th

for a second. A wave of nausea crashed over her, and the glittering ballroom

hissed through gritted te

"But I'm just worried! You need to b

drink. "Aspen is being nic

le. It felt like fire

d back violently, a re

uck a passing

as

r like a gunshot. Champagne sprayed everywhere-over the wait

silent. The musi

er mouth in a perfect performance

rward, his face d

he demanded, his voice e

er throbbing hand to her chest. She looked around.

story. The clumsy, bitter e

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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.”