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The Billionaire's Substitute: Her Final Escape

The Billionaire's Substitute: Her Final Escape

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Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 1098    |    Released on: 13/04/2026

he dim lighting in the foyer obscured her vision for a split second, bu

ofa in the center of the living room. He wa

ent a sharp, involuntary

table. The heavy paper bore the gold-foil crest of the Walton Group's legal department. T

down the dull, throbbing ache

lips into a welcoming smi

aced her, a rigid, unyielding stop

when she was a nobody from the orphanage with a fabricated genetic defect rumor hanging over he

sitation, no inflection. It was the exact to

over her knuckles. A somatic, icy chill started at the base of her ne

lled out a Montblanc fountain pen and pressed it precisely onto the sig

somatic angina-a physical manifestation of the intense psychological trauma and the suffocat

d she tasted copper, desperately tra

, the corners of his mouth tightening in obvious annoyanc

t flash of disgus

e back into her tear ducts. She relaxed her facial

amount you've received over the past five years," Brogan offered, thro

se. The pain was a physica

ining chair over to the table and sat down. She kept her

e paper blurred as her br

y part of her palm, using the sharp st

left wrist and c

liding straight into Elease's failing heart. He couldn't eve

t a deliberat

d, her tone light and frivolous. She played t

eyes. He let out a cold scoff, confirm

n. The freezing metal against her skin gave her t

spasmed

ressed half of her body weight onto the edge of

lease signed her name. She was signing the solitary con

ocument away. He moved fast, as if leaving it n

er and walked toward th

ayer of foundation on her face hid

the future," she said, her

walking. He d

go to the press, my lawyers will ruin you

pull air into her lungs. But she k

ut. Promise," Elease s

otsteps faded down the hallway, taking the las

clicked, Elease's

r and hit the cold hardwoo

ainst her left breast. She gasped for air, her mouth open

ith a reminder text from the hospital for her follow

he floor toward her dropped handbag. Her fin

e bag until her hand closed a

strong heart medications into her mouth and swallowed them

n forced her erratic

y magnified the hollow, tic

ck Brogan had left behind sat there, mocking her. The despa

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The Billionaire's Substitute: Her Final Escape
The Billionaire's Substitute: Her Final Escape
“For five years, I was Brogan Walton's shadow-a contract companion kept behind closed doors, hidden away because of a cruel, fabricated rumor about my genetic health. I lived for the moments he looked my way, even if those moments were cold and transactional. Everything shattered when he returned from London early, tossed a legal document onto the table, and coldly announced the termination of our contract. He didn't just want me gone; he wanted me erased, offering a severance package to ensure I never spoke of the life I'd traded for his protection. As I signed the papers, my chest burned with the familiar, suffocating agony of my failing heart. I watched him check his watch, his impatience a blade in my back. When the door slammed shut, I finally collapsed, clutching the pill bottle that was my only lifeline, realizing I was dying-and he didn't care. I wasn't a lover or even a person to him. The next day, I saw her-Kori Barnett, the new CEO, the woman Brogan actually loved. She looked identical to me, down to the curve of her smile. I was never a Cinderella; I was just a cheap, disposable stand-in he'd groomed to be a mirror for his true obsession. Broken and discarded, I walked into the office, dropped my badge on the desk, and finally walked away. But as I stepped onto the street, I realized the nightmare wasn't over. A predator from his past was waiting for me, and when I looked at Brogan for help, he simply rolled up his window and drove away. I realized then that I had nothing left to lose. I took a deep breath, gripped the knife in my pocket, and decided that if I was going to die, I wouldn't go down as his victim.”