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The Billionaire's Stand-In Wife Is A Genius

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 708 | Released on: 12/01/2026

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he sweeping stai

bed. She looked tiny, swallowed by the heavy brocade comfo

the old wo

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andmother," s

age, but beneath the haze, there was a spark. A sharp

used, her voice weak but st

at Chadwick. He was standing at the

ment," Chadwick sa

hat went on too long. A doctor, standing in the sha

ing at Chadwick. "No stress. Her heart

with surprising strength. "Don't

Grandmother," J

Stay here. I want to see you. I want to see..." She

an heir. It had always been t

aid abruptly. "For the wee

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losing her eyes. A small smil

uld seat thirty. Grandfather Dyer sat at the head of

the quarterly allowance," Grandfather said, not looking up. "I'm g

her plate. They weren't peo

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te rooms," John

. She demanded the East Suite for you both because it shares a connecting door with her room. She wants to

ing his tie. "Fine. It'

the room they had used on their

, hugging her arms. "I'm

illow from the bed. He tossed it onto the chaise

vealing the broad expanse of his bac

and climbed into the massive

ghts w

all. Johnna lay awake, staring into the dark. She could hear Chadwick sh

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The Billionaire's Stand-In Wife Is A Genius

Janna Lemay Romance

“I woke up in a silk-sheeted penthouse, the lingering warmth of my husband's body still on the bed. But by the time the sun hit the floor-to-ceiling windows, Chadwick Dyer had already transitioned from the passionate lover of the night before into a cold corporate executioner. He didn't say "good morning." He placed a blue folder from his family's elite legal counsel on the nightstand and told me his childhood sweetheart, Ansley, was back in town. Our three-year marriage was being terminated as a "strategic move" to ensure the stability of his family's multi-billion dollar trust. He shoved a settlement check for millions into my bag, sneering that it was enough for me to live "happily ever after" with the man named Jay I supposedly called for in my sleep. I walked out with nothing but my old suitcase, returning to my hidden life as a master art conservator, only to be blackmailed back into his world forty-eight hours later. His grandfather threatened to ruin my career and my mother's home unless I played the devoted wife for the cameras while Ansley staged a fake suicide attempt to reel Chadwick back in. Standing in a VIP hospital wing, I realized the sickening truth: I was never the lead in my own marriage. I was just the understudy, a working-class girl picked because I was a dead ringer for the blonde socialite he truly desired. I was a placeholder for a ghost, a cheap replica used to fill a void until the "real" version returned. "You can have him," I told her, finally seeing through the high-society rot. "He's hollow anyway." I walked away from the hospital and the Dyer legacy, ready to disappear for good. But as I sat in a taxi, a notification on my phone stopped my heart. The man I thought had drowned three years ago-the Jay who haunted my dreams and the only man I ever truly loved-wasn't a ghost at the bottom of the Atlantic. He was the heir to a rival empire, he was back in New York, and he was the only one powerful enough to burn the Dyer family to the ground.”