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His Paid Substitute: The Fallen Heiress

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 681    |    Released on: Today at 11:26

stopped

him like a physical blow. He stood frozen, hunched over, his heart hammering against his ri

the window through the gap in the chairs. She watched the li

napkins and stood back up, her

d began dabbing at the spilled coffee

she said. Her voice was completely flat, o

pale cheeks. There was no blush. But de

and his mind was dragged back to eight m

in Los Angeles. They were scree

ew sleeping bodies. The screen flash

, wearing a mask and a hat. He felt like

urned with shame. He stood up so fast he kicked

aned against a brick wall covered in graffiti. He rippe

fist. He slammed it

d dripped down his fingers, b

rm back to punc

ut from the shadows. It gr

A woman in a trench coat was stan

fan. She pulled a sterile wet wipe f

disconnect in your third act," she

nimal. He yelled at her, asking wh

ected his performance. She listed three fa

mera angles and completely missed the chara

nt shiver ran down his spine. He f

ss or tearing him down. He had never h

led a black business card from her coat

ate emotional stabilization cons

e let out a bitter laugh. "Ar

ry, hiring me is the cheapest inves

r. She turned and walked awa

o the present. He looked at Elea

he alley had just panicked and spilled the coffee because her strict professio

wrist. He didn't care that she looked

t now," he growled. "I'm going to

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His Paid Substitute: The Fallen Heiress
His Paid Substitute: The Fallen Heiress
“When the private elevator pinged. That was the moment Eleanor's two-and-a-half years as a billionaire's perfect fake girlfriend abruptly ended. Julian was terminating her services early because his real first love was moving into the penthouse tomorrow. His assistant stood by the marble counter, bracing for a screaming match. He handed over a brutal non-disclosure agreement. He slid a five-million-dollar check across the table, fully expecting her to cry, beg, or throw the money back in his face. "Miss Palmer... Giselle is moving in tomorrow," he warned. Instead, Eleanor calmly borrowed his Montblanc pen, signed her name three times without hesitation, and slipped the money into her planner. "Congratulations to Mr. Caldwell-Prentice on finally getting what he wants," she smiled flawlessly. They all thought she was just a high-end, emotionless mercenary who felt absolutely nothing for the men she served. They didn't know she was actually Cara Love, the last surviving heir of the ruined Love Foundation, living under a fake name to avenge her dead father. For years, she swallowed her burning hatred, playing the perfect emotional substitute to buy dark web intel and hide her unnatural, rapid-healing body from a ruthless medical syndicate. But now, a tech billionaire client had just uncovered her true identity, and her burner phone flashed with a terrifying emergency alert. The syndicate had found her. Eleanor grabbed her suitcase and ordered the private jet back to New York. The facade was over; it was time to face the deadly storm.”
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