The Billionaire's Stand-In Wife

orld-a world of designer dresses, private jets, and an army of staff ready to attend to her every need. She barely had time to process what was hap

ted to close family and a few business associates. Despite the intimate setting, the event was nothing shor

e-ivory silk with delicate lace details, hugging her figure in all the right places. Her long, brown hair was styled in soft waves, and her ma

Alexander's assistant, entered. "It's time

sle felt like a dream-a surreal, out-of-body experience. The pews were filled with unfamiliar faces, all eyes

ayers of fabric. The ceremony began, the priest's words echoing in the grand cathedral. Emily tried to focus, but

turn, Emily's voice trembled slightly, but she managed to get through the words. The finalit

ness elites, all of them mingling and exchanging pleasantries. Alexander, ever the consummate businessman, was in his element,

Eleanor was a regal woman, her silver hair styled elegantly, and her sharp eyes twinkling with

Eleanor said, taking Emily's hands in

aching at the lie. "Thank you,

h her. But then she smiled, a genuine, warm smile that made Emily

ween her and Alexander. They barely touched, and when they did, it felt forced,

the city below. The lights of New York twinkled like stars, but they brought her no comfort. She was m

expression unreadable. "It's late. You should get

exander... I know this is just a business arra

the familiar hardness returned. "This is what we agr

ous suite. She sat down on the edge of the bed, tears stinging her eyes. She k

eiling, she couldn't help but wonder