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Chapter 7 - Feigned love
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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
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London's POVThe wedding day was pure torture, and having to interact with George and his family was like walking through a minefield. I was relieved when it was finally over, and I could retreat to the sanctuary of my room. I sank onto the bed, feeling drained and exhausted. It had been one of the worst days of my life, and I wasn't sure how much more I could take.As I thought about Paris, my sister, who had been brutally murdered, I couldn't hold back the tears that began to flow. How could this have happened? Who could have done this to her? The image of her lifeless body flashed before my eyes, and I struggled to make sense of it all. The face of the corpse was so disfigured that I couldn't be sure it was her, but deep down, I knew the truth. My sister was gone, and I would never see her again.The grief and sadness welled up inside me, and I felt like I was drowning in an ocean of despair as I sobbed loudly. Paris had been my best friend, my confidant, and my twin. We had share
Replaced at the Altar: She belongs to the billionaire Chapter 10 - The bait
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.
Replaced at the Altar: She belongs to the billionaire Chapter 11 - lost in the sea
Paris's POV"Get in, you're holding up the line!" the man barked, shoving us roughly into the crowded container. I could hear the women and children inside crying and moaning, and the stench of fear and desperation hung heavy in the air. We were being smuggled out of the city, and the conditions were anything but ideal. But we had no choice - this was our only way out.As the door slammed shut, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. The darkness closed in around us, and I could feel the panic rising in my throat. I had no idea what would happen next, or if I would even survive the journey. The ship began to move, and we were jostled and shaken as it set sail. The rocking motion of the vessel made me feel sick to my stomach, and I could hear the others around me retching and moaning. I tried to close my eyes and block out the noise, but it was impossible to escape the reality of our situation. I had no idea how long we would be stuck in this container or where we were headed , but al
Replaced at the Altar: She belongs to the billionaire Chapter 12 - We have a deal
London's POVAs I reached for the door handle, I heard a gruff voice from behind me. "Hey, where are you going?"My heart sank as I turned to see George standing there, a look of confusion and concern on his face. I didn't want to see him, didn't want to talk to him. I just wanted to be alone, to wallow in my own misery. I forced a smile, trying to appear composed. "I just...I need some air," I stammered, my voice breaking."But there's no need for it again," I said and walked back into my room not giving him an audience. He rapped on the door again, and I let out a huff of frustration. "What do you want?" I snapped, my patience wearing thin.He gave me a look of mock offense. "Is that any way to greet your husband in the morning?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I could feel my temper rising, and I fought to keep it in check. "Just go away, George," I said, my voice wavering. "I don't want to talk to you right now.""Oh, come on now," he said with a laugh that sounded m
Replaced at the Altar: She belongs to the billionaire Chapter 13 - A divided family
London's POV"Paris," Mrs. Katz said, looking up from her plate of food. "I wanted to let you know that you'll be starting your new position at the company tomorrow."I could feel my heart sink as she spoke. I had hoped for a few more days to prepare myself for the new job, but it seemed that fate had other plans. I mustered a smile and tried to sound enthusiastic. While Paris had a wealth of experience working in companies, I had never set foot in an office. I had no idea what it would be like to report to a boss, to work alongside colleagues, or to deal with office politics. "That's great news, Mrs. Katz. I can't wait to get started."But deep down, I was feeling anything but excited."From now on, you should address me as Mother," Mrs. Kartz said, her voice warm and comforting. "You're more than just an employee, you're part of our family. After all, you're married to George." "You can't change a leopard's spots," Sophia sneered. "You might have married George, but you'll always
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London's POVAs I walked into the office the next day, my head was spinning with thoughts of the private investigator I had hired to look into my sister's death. I was so preoccupied with my phone, checking for updates from the investigator that I didn't see the lady walking towards me. We collided, and I dropped my phone."I'm so sorry," I apologized, helping her pick up her things. But as our eyes met, I felt a jolt of recognition. "You!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in anger. She flinched, her face turning pale with fear. I had seen her before, I was sure of it. But where? And why did she look so afraid of me?I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew her from somewhere. She looked like she was about to bolt, but I needed to get some answers. "Please, don't go!" I said, reaching out a hand to stop her."Please, just leave me alone!" she cried, her voice shaking with fear. She scrambled to her feet and ran as fast as she could, but she tripped and fell again but quickly stood up and
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