Replaced at the Altar: She belongs to the billionaire

**London's POV**I arrived home to find Paris in the living room, staring into space."Baby, I'm back." I jumped onto the couch and placed both legs on the side table, resting my head on my hands.Paris glanced at me, then adjusted and faced the ceiling."I need a thank you," I demanded, but Paris remained quiet.I turned to her and, with a smile, spoke softly, "Miss Elorod, you are fired.""I know he would--" She stopped and faced me. "--What do I tell Frank?"I dropped my legs and tossed my hair. "I don't like that boyfriend of yours, so I don't care what happens between both of you."I stood up and was about to walk away when I heard sobbing from Paris. I turned to her and sat down, feeling moved."I won't advise you to tell him the truth; keep it to yourself," I advised. Paris turned to me and leaned into my embrace."It's going to be okay," I patted her head.---*Katz Corporation*"What do you mean by a scandal with my employee?"The PA showed his tablet to Mr. Katz, whose face

Meanwhile back at the house George showered and, after dressing for the night, changed into his pajamas. He sighed and rubbed his head tiredly.He grabbed his phone, "Hello." The caller at the other end sounded drowsy."I need you to do a deep research on Paris, I need to know everything." He hung up the call, not waiting to hear what the other person had to say.**Paris's POV**Bruce mocked me when he saw how pale my face had turned.He stopped the car at my house. I turned, and when he saw how shaky I was, he laughed."That...that wasn't funny." My soft voice made Bruce frown.He got down and opened the door, "Don't ask me how I know your house, it's on your file." I stared at the man who looked deadly handsome.Bruce stared at me, he noticed my face turning crimson. He cleared his throat, "Go in."With that, he entered the car and drove off.**CUT SCENE****Unknown girl POV**The night grew deeper, but the lights in a certain building were still on."Father," I called as I tried to

London's POV, I sat there, feeling numb and exhausted, eager for the wedding reception to be over. I hadn't seen George since he'd disappeared, and Alfred's news of Paris's return only made me more anxious.I was eager to see Paris and give her a piece of my mind for not showing up on time for her wedding. But something about the way Alfred had looked at me with tears in his eyes, had left me feeling uneasy about Paris's return. He had rushed off without telling me more when he saw George's mom approaching, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong but I quickly remembered that we had to keep up the charade of me being Paris. The last thing we needed was for anyone to find out the truth."Where's my son?" George's mother asked as she approached me."I don't know," I said, trying to sound calm. "I haven't seen him.""You look stressed," she said, her voice full of concern. "Why don't you go inside and rest? I'll take care of the guests."I nodded, relieved to have an e

George's PovThe look of shock and betrayal on Paris's face as she walked in on me and Charlotte was oddly empowering. I had always been clear that our marriage was one of convenience, a way to keep up appearances and save face for the family. I felt a sick sense of satisfaction at the pain I was causing her. "What if she decides to tell your mother about Charlotte?" James asked, his voice full of concern as we walked back to the reception hall. "You know what that would mean for you."I scoffed, refusing to entertain the idea. "She would never do that," I said, my voice full of confidence. "She knows what's at stake."James looked doubtful, but he didn't press the issue. "If you say so, sir," he said, his tone deferential. "But I have to warn you that things could get very messy if she does decide to speak up.""She will do no such thing. If not for your incompetence, we wouldn't have had such at first," I said. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, his voice trembling. "Whatever it takes to

Rosa's Katz PovThe satisfaction I felt in watching my plans come to fruition was immeasurable. It had been a long and difficult road since my husband's death, but I had taken up the mantle of leadership with determination and strength. As I sat at the head of the table, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as I plotted my next move. My stepdaughter-in-law, Paris, was a relatively new member of the family, and I knew she would be easy to manipulate. She was young and naive, and I knew that I could use that to my advantage. I had chosen her over Charlotte because I knew Charlotte would be a thorn in my side. She was strong-willed and independent, and I knew she would never fall in line the way I wanted her to. But Paris was different. She would be eager to please and eager to be accepted by the family. I knew that with the right amount of pressure and persuasion, I could get her to do whatever I wanted. And if she didn't comply, I knew I could use her weakness against her.