(Not) The Billionaire's Replacement Bride

hours after the mother and daughter drama unfolded,

easily money and connec

ive years ago. Their father was Bradley Leonidas, while their mother was Cait

nkrupt due to fraud. A month later, Caitlyn had become Brooks' mistress, even while the divorce proceedings were ongoing. Meanwhile

ared for by her father's coworker named Hestia. It was Hestia who looked after Toni until he recover

larger than it was originally. The woman who had been Toni's second wife, despite being previously declared infertile, had given birth to two children. The first was

ook a different path. She had developed her wings in the culinary field, owning a fairly renowned restaurant. In fact, Gerald c

er services. At the age of twenty-five, her success in her field was nothing short of impressive. There was no information abou

ing any man in Ariana's life. He turned to his assistant,

ir," his assistant replied in hi

ble on his wedding day." Gerald smirked. "And keep them under surveillance. That includes keeping an eye on her whereabouts." He gave

e girl lying exhausted beneath his body would be fun. Ahh damn,

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ed as both the driver and kitchen assistant, was already preparing to ask for assist

estern restaurants. The menu was diverse, changing every day. Before the restaurant opened, they always announced the menu items they

w materials and their respective job descriptions. Ariana entered her office, where Lan

sets for lunch," Lani informed her, even befo

s and hair. Well, that's what you could expect at a traditional market. It was certainly not as clean as a supermarket. However, Ariana enjoyed going to the traditional market every time. She liked seeing the colorful vegetables an

e them, they'll be ours," Lani replied. Ariana just nodde

smells fishy. If someone's looking for

leeves folded up to her elbows and the top button fastened. Underneath, she wore a camisole made of stretchy fabric that covered the upper part of her

expression. She still had a small towel wrapped around her hair. Ariana didn't like using a hairdryer and prefer

sked while applying mo

rtant," Amber whispered. Ariana could sti

she ask

orkspace. Inside the workspace, Ariana had her own room along with a bathroom. It wasn't

sofa. She appeared dignified and radiated a strong aristocratic aura. A middle-aged man stood behind her, looking sturdy. He seemed li

h rigid postures. Ariana could only see one with a simple

dn't bother to comb her hair and chose to approach her guests. One thing was certain, they weren't

help you with?" Ariana a