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The Billionaire's Replacement

The Billionaire's Replacement

Author: Tiana Alie
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Chapter 1 The Windsor Fashion Show.

Word Count: 1038    |    Released on: 07/06/2025

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through TV channels. The faint crunch of chips filled the room as I chewed mindle

anticipated Windsor fashion show is going on at the moment! Hosted by Emily Windsor hersel

er of everything that seemed to revolve around her. I clicked the TV off with more fo

stream appeared on my screen. My sister Emily's face was up the screen, s

reeping sadness. "It must've been a last-minute event," I mumbl

ly closed the app. No big deal. I'll just show

ed, thrown on a simple dre

chandeliers, cameras flashed, and models strode down the runway in stunnin

My dresses. My

new those designs. I'd spent endless nights sketching, pe

omed, "our next collection is by th

ng under the spotlight. A radiant smile plastered across her face. S

roat. My fists clenched at my sides.

stepmother and CEO of all companies and investments stan

barely managing to k

saw me "Hilary darling, you should be resting at

ns are mine. Why is Emily saying It's hers? I spat o

of a second before it returned. Then sh

't they? I was going to tell you, that Emily borrowed them t

I almost believed her. She made

added, her hand cupping my cheek like she alwa

to cool. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was overrea

ow come sit over here and enjoy the show. Your design

on was announced. Emily stepped out again, earning another round of app

w Liam. M

tailored. drawing glances from everyone he passed. A genuine smile spr

but my smile faded when

her face lit up as he wrapped her in an embrace, his h

Feeling suffocated, I hurriedly excused myself to the re

der my breath, staring at my re

restroom, I walked str

h voice rumbled above me. Strong hand

ogize, but the word

ssed in a perfectly tailored suit that screamed money.

adable, and suddenly, I felt small under

e. Without waiting for a response, I hurried past him, but I

ough the crowd. But he was nowhe

y," I whispered, tryi

greeted me as I flipped on the lights and sat at my desk. My sketches l

ing a small smile. "It doesn't matter w

lessly through my design page. Bu

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