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The Billionaire's Stand-In Wife Is A Genius

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 815    |    Released on: 12/01/2026

and to her cheek. "I couldn't handle

face twisted in guilt. "Shh,

rom the doorway behind Johnna. "She'

of the bed. Her heels clic

saw the look on Johnna's face-a l

he warned.

s cheekbones-who puts on makeup before an overdose? She saw the rhythmic, easy rise and f

?" Johnna asked. Her voice

For a second, the mask slipped.

," Ansley stammered. "

. "Because your lips aren't chapped from t

acing himself between the two w

nd him. She leaned down, bring

," Johnna whispered. "And

shrieked. "She's tryin

d Johnna's arm. His grip was har

hen she looked at his face. He was prot

didn't yell. She just stated it as a fact.

her arm fro

. "You can have him.

way. She didn't look at Grandfather Dyer. She walked stra

She didn't have her coat; she had left it in the helicopter. She

ing. She just needed to be away

na! W

teps behind her. He

idn't

r shoulder, spin

t heaving. He had left Ans

e didn't see love. She saw panic. He was

k away," he panted.

It was the first time she had raised her voice. "I don

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ey is fragile right n

arsh, brittle sound. "What about your wi

d stricken. "T

. I saw how much she looks like

nt. He could

rned to l

d. He reached

as he pulled out a black me

coat. Get... whatever you want. Just blow off some steam. I have to go ba

card. It was heavy, cold me

problem the only

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ke care of you,"

dea formed in her mind. If he wan

he PIN?"

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unable to meet her gaze. "I never chan

it was impersonal. He hadn't even bothered to secure it. It wa

aid. "Go back

way, the black card bur

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The Billionaire's Stand-In Wife Is A Genius
The Billionaire's Stand-In Wife Is A Genius
“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.”