The Stand-In Wife's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 5

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bedroom. Evert glared down at Clarine, looking a

mily," Evert sneered, adjusting his cuffs with sh

ted for her to fall to her knees,

ding pain to force her features into stillness. She reached for the collar of her sweater and adjusted it with stiff, deliberate mov

ped closer, his shadow looming over her. "Without my money, you won't

his, cold and unblinking. "This was a tra

al slap to his face. Evert's hand shot out. He grabbe

th hot against her face. "My lawyers will make

stood up, walked to the walk-in closet, and picked up a small, velvet b

d dropped the box stra

ut the anger quickly swallowed it. He sneered, tu

ne sat in a quiet, diml

stared at the faint bruises peeking above Clarine's collar. Her cof

Faye gasped,

ye everything. The drugged wine, the dark room, the

blind, arrogant bastard! We are going to t

wns the police. They will bury it, and they wi

ashes and loud cheering eru

llery was hosting its grand opening. Cherie stood on the red carpet, w

ut. He looked immaculate in a tailored suit. In his ha

avorite

bouquet. He smiled at her-a soft, genuin

the street. The final, invisibl

and downed it in one gulp. The bit

your laptop," C

her encrypted lapt

ndard browsers, routing her connection through three d

account she hadn't touc

n fashion houses, desperate offers from venture capitalists, all beggin

from the CEO of Dreamscape Atelier, her

ng in absolute shock as she saw t

She typed a single sent

board Lan

screen illuminated the sharp

t Faye. "I'm not just getting a di

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Julian Reid Billionaires

“For three years, I was nothing but a ghost in my marriage, a pathetic stand-in forced to dress exactly like my billionaire husband's dead fiancée. On our third anniversary, he left me to face armed intruders in our remote estate alone. When I called him begging for help, he mocked me for faking a home invasion for attention and hung up to comfort his mistress. The nightmare only got worse. The next night, my stepmother and half-sister drugged me at a family gala, trying to ruin me by handing me over to a sleazy producer. I escaped into a pitch-black hotel suite, only to be overpowered by a drugged stranger in the dark. Traumatized and covered in bruises, I secretly took an emergency contraceptive pill. When my husband found the crumpled receipt on the floor, he didn't ask if I was hurt or where the violent marks on my neck came from. "You cheap whore. You broke the loyalty contract." He drafted the divorce papers immediately, stripping me of every penny, and ordered me thrown onto the street. He thought without his wealth, I wouldn't survive a day in New York and would come crawling back to him like a dog. I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly signed the papers, dropped my diamond ring on his glass table, and walked out. What my arrogant ex-husband didn't know was that before I became his obedient shadow, I was "Lan"-the legendary, anonymous fashion designer the entire world was desperately looking for. Now, I was taking back my empire.”