The Substitute Wife of the Billionaire

s gleamed beneath her hesitant steps, and golden chandeliers sparkled overhead like stars she couldn't rea

a home. It w

cating. The four-poster bed was draped in white silk, and the view overlooked the vast

edge of the bed and buri

ctually married-to

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ce echoed in her ears

re she was, bound by a contract ne

ng ring on her finger. Heavy.

on the door

through the other sid

ing her childhood best friend i

aw the news. I had to sneak in like one o

door behind them.

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arry Damien. Marilyn for

rown a second head. "You married

t I'll

to the bed. "Te

e silent ceremony, and Damien's cold fury. She even told

the only woman who's ever touched h

uess

is is hu

doesn't mean anythin

gleamed. "N

r phone buzzed. A text from an u

ily dining hall.

nched. "He want

"You got this. Don't le

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h a table that could seat thirty. At the far end sat

ide him was a younger man with a playful smirk and striking eyes-Julian Lancaster, Damien'

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