Captivated By The Playboy

The Placeholder Bride's Secret Billionaire Revenge

Luo Ye

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.

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New School Year.

Same school.

Same vibes.

New bullies.

No friends.

That's how my life cycle as a campus nerd at St. Mary's University. It is so hard to find friends here 'cause they are just gonna stay away from you but if you are popular, smart, pretty, rich I'll assure you that you'll gonna have plenty of plastic friends. No one here is honest, you can't trust anyone with you're darkest secret 'cause one day you will gonna see how the devil is the devil. Like now,

“Look the nerd again!” one of the popular students shouted.

“Gross”

“Yucks!”

I am they're targeted to kick out in this University, I am just passing by in the hallway and they are now throwing some shits on me, I can't cast words to them because I am just a nerd, poor and lack of money. Poor is poor, rich is rich. If you are poor you just need to bow your heads to them. This is the reality. And we just need to face it.

I just ignored them and continue walking, luckily they didn't grab my arm nor slap my face. I decided to go to the comfort room first and fix myself after that I am now heading to my room-- A- room, where all the nasty, nerds, perverts are there. I decided to sit on the back and didn't make any sound.

Seriously? This room is nice because they are just busy in they're own business, no chitchatting, no bullying and copying exams and no rules, you just need to go to school and then BOOM, you will gonna pass. Unlike the other rooms, they have so many rules, yes to bullying and yes to copy exams.

"What is the answer at the number?" one of my classmate asked, I am sure that he didn't do his home works.

"Poetry" Blue uttered.

"Thank you" I heard him mumble and go back to his business.

When the professor arrived, no one greeted him. He just sighed in frustration, I think he is not used to it. He teaches us so many and he is so strict but I think we can't cope up with his lessons.

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When the bell rings, I lazily get up and pick my backpack. I don't want to go home, I will just gonna heard my parents arguments on something. But I don't have a choice.

I just walk in the streets with no lights and and just played some music and buckle my earphone. When I arrived I didn't took a glance to my parents 'cause they are fighting again.

How ironic huh?

“I told you, to go back in your ex-husband!" my father angrily shouted.

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