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"I'm offering you a secretarial position as well as ten million dollars in exchange for being my wife." What in the world is going on here? "Are you crazy?" I stated. "No, but I'm sure you're the wonderful woman I'm looking for to fill in for my wife. To fill her empty space, and save my reputation." He smirked, "Ten million dollars just pretending to be my wife, after that we can file a divorced when I found out where my wife hiding." He's asking me to replaced his wife's position. I am tempted, but he's insane...

"What?! Are you insane? Why would that woman live with us in one house? Do you want to humiliate me?" He responded with total indifference, his words stinging like a whip: "Don’t overreact. Remember well that I am just a substitute husband in a temporary contract on paper, not a real marriage built on love. Irish has lived in my house for years; this is a natural situation and it won't change now for your sake."

After ending that call, Diego then opened his phone gallery and was looking for the old pictures. After finding his marriage picture, he showed that photo to Stellina. “This is my late wife,” said Diego softly. Stellina was bewildered to see the face of that woman, dressed in the bride outfit, which resembled her so much. Even the color of their hairs and eyes were also the same. The only difference was in their hairstyle. “How could it...,” Stellina was choked on her words, completely puzzled. “Her name was Vellina. Vellina Pacnozzi,” said Diego again, ignoring Stellina’s remark.

He gave me a sardonic smile, "Calm down, wifey. Didn't your brother ever talk about me? Aww! I'm hurt. Ok, no worries. Let me introduce myself." I stared at him as his eyes turned dark and the rough edge of his voice shocked me to the core, "You are married to Ajax Aragorn, the boss of Italy. The man whose hands are immersed in blood everyday. The man who controls the underground gangs. The man whose soul is blacker than coal. The man who doesn't bother to think twice before putting a bullet into a skull. The man you were promised to. And the man from whom your dearest brother was saving you.

I couldn't tell him that I wanted to crush them, to take away everything from them the same way I had lost my baby. My fingers trembled as they balled into fists on my lap. “Yes,” I lied. He shook his head, as if not believing my words. “You can't lie to me, Ava,” his tone dropped to a whisper. My breath caught in my throat as shock rippled through me. He’d just said my name. How the hell did he know it? “You know who I am?” I asked, gently before realising that I had asked the wrong question. Of course, he would know my name. After all, I was once married to the famous Williams Anderson— the only heir to the Andersons.

Her eyes move over me once, quick and complete, the way you assess a room for exits. "Hello," she says. Her voice is warm the way marble is warm when you've been pressing your hand against it long enough. "You must be the replacement." A pause just long enough to make sure it lands. "I'm Isabelle. Dominic's real fiancée. We need to talk.”

She was Alisha, not Alissa. " I am going back home. Your father-in-law is out of the country for a business trip. I need to manage the company. Don't be afraid. Now you are the wife of Jacob Williamson.." She tries to cheer up. But Her voice sounds strange but Alisha doesn't care though.

“Who is he? Who’s the man you cheated on me with!?” Laura was speechless. Her breath hitched as William’s grip tightened, as though he wanted to strangle her. He finally released her, and Laura gasped for air, coughing from the pressure. Her gaze turned sharp, full of cynicism. The beautiful woman was offended by his accusation. “Cheating? Is this even a real marriage? I’m just a replacement wife, aren’t I?” William was shaken by her words, yet his thoughts remained fixed on her pregnancy. “You’re my legal wife, Mrs. Anderson! Do you think you can go behind my back and carry another man’s child!?”