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The Billionaire's Lethal Substitute Wife

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 1037    |    Released on: Today at 09:47

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ice door. The smell of stale beer, s

n. She dodged two drunk men in expensive suits who were stumbling out of

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ack into her pocket an

r, the deafening music instantly vanished. The silence was jarring. Th

lway. At the very end, standing

oth hands. She kept looking over her

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Harley in the eye. She stared at Harley's s

hands were shaking. The alarm bells

heavy, self-locking fire door to

ameras, no crew. Just a massive, empty warehou

spun

way. She grabbed the heavy metal handle of th

" Harley

ed to lock automatically from the ou

n the dark room. H

fists against the cold steel. "Brenda

choked with tears. "I'm sorry, Harley. Alyssa threatened to

s footsteps quickly

her phone. No service. The thick concrete walls

wn. Panic would only waste oxygen. She turned on her

oden pallets, and discarded sofas littered

own and shoved the pin into the keyhole, trying to pick the lock. She twisted it, b

he broken piec

a sound. It was faint. A

The sound was coming from a dark corner of

y, rusted steel pipe from the floor. She held it tightly in her r

d the edge of the plastic, and ripped it a

toppe

y. He looked about five or six years old. He was wearing a mini

paralyzing terror. He looked like a trapped animal. He bit down on

clattered loudly on the floor, making the boy

ing her empty palms. She slowl

ropping to a soft, soothing tone. "I

d with rapid, shallow breaths. He wa

ly reached her hand out. The boy squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating

n was burning hot. It felt

he looked into his terrified eyes. "Wha

kept his lip tightly between

If they stayed locked in here all night, a fever t

ashlight and point

ceiling, was a large, rusted metal gr

d threw it on the floor, leaving her in just a tight black

hardening with absolute resolv

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“Five years ago, my fiancé and my adopted sister framed me, took my family trust, and cut my car's brake lines, leaving me with a shattered body in the freezing rain. Now, struggling as a stunt double to fund my revenge, I risked my life to save a billionaire's trapped son from a locked room. But instead of gratitude, I became the billionaire's prey. Jaidyn Miles, the apex predator of Wall Street, investigated my crippling debts and threw a five-million-dollar contract in my face. "You possess the single most valuable asset in this transaction. Your face." He demanded I dye my hair jet black, wear specific white dresses, and use a bespoke perfume. He wanted me to be the living, breathing doll of his dead wife. I refused to be a billionaire's prop and walked away. But Jaidyn immediately bought the entire movie studio where I had just bled for a life-changing role, threatening to destroy hundreds of jobs and my only chance at a career if I didn't submit. Why was I always just a tool to these wealthy, arrogant men? First a placeholder for a family trust, now a ghost for a dead woman? I grabbed his contract and a pen, my eyes cold. I wouldn't be broken again. "Three months, and you don't interfere with my shooting schedule." I signed my name. I would take his five million, and I would use it to bury the people who ruined my life five years ago.”
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