The Substitute Wife of the Billionaire

lender fingers trembling inside white lace gloves. The cold wind whipped her veil, reminding her with every sharp gust that s

supposed to

g, brushing imaginary dust from her silk robe like it wasn't the most a

oat. "What do you mean, no choice? He

his marriage? This union is our golden ticket. No one will notice. Just keep the veil down. Say yo

ster's dress, moments from marrying the most fea

the Lancaster Empire. Co

era

ves, rashes, difficulty breathing-no doctor had found a cure. His engagement to Vanessa Hart, a p

utler opened the d

anic. "Let's get this o

fusion-none had seen the bride's face, and Damien stood at the altar, his expression carved

d her voice cracked as she said, "I do." Damien didn't even g

usband and wife, Damien turned and offer

ras

eact

arms in mild surprise, then cold

id, voice like ste

oward the private quarters of the estate. Damien said nothing u

, eyes sharp. "T

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take i

ace veil and lifted her chin. She expec

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not Ce

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hed. "Who the

She met his gaze. "She ran away th

wh

r. She didn't want to los

umorless. "So they sent

r wante

ed, "because you

rself to stay calm. "I understa

rass me. I'll deal with your family later." He turne

in

urned back, eyes narro

art sk

he said

ped closer, his gaze s

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t suddenly, t

l no

No rednes

e. Confusion replaced disdain-just for a

ut of m

slammed b

ip. She hadn't expected his touch to feel so... warm. For a man

der woman with a kind, lined face stepp

t you," Arie

ver, then said, "You're not

N

" Ava's eyes narrowed in

d together. "You know

mily for thirty years. I

might be the answer we've been waiti

disappeared through the door, leav