The Billionaire's Substitute Bride
“We’re married for convenience, not conversation. Keep your first name for your personal life, if you plan to have one.”
And just like that, he stood, buttoned his jacket, and left.
I stared at his untouched toast, the butter melting into a soft puddle. Somewhere in my chest, something small cracked.
If this was marriage, it was colder than the betrayal I’d already lived through.
The mansion was huge enough to get lost in, and I did, more than once.
Every hallway was lined with expensive paintings and antique vases that probably cost more than I’d ever earned in a year. The maids moved like shadows, silent and efficient. They bowed but avoided eye contact, as if I were another piece of expen
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