The Billionaire's Replacement Wif

na'

hythm to my

omen shopping who never smile back. Pretend I'm not tired, not hungr

at rhythm. Perf

ow well I've held my own. Not everyone gets dealt the same han

through life with blistered pa

liced through my coat like it knew how little I'd paid for it.

work, and my heels ached already from

minded me that no matter how hard I tried, I

gowns, glass cases of diamond-studded accessories priced higher than m

ed in the boutique

h. There were gold-trimmed displays, marble floors, and racks

own hair into a bun, and put a smile on my face. I pray

e money to my brother. I may need to pick up

s in front of my eyes, interrupting my thoughts. She walked away not

isplay, already feeling the weight of

eels clicking against the boutiq

. But the sound was distinctive. Not hurried. Not clumsy. Each step

senses almost immediately. Jasmine

asked, her voice smooth and

ble. She looked like she was plucked out of a Vogue magazine. She didn't

with diamonds in the shape of a swan, the dress highlighting her warm

Her eyes were sharp, and were focused on me from the moment she walked up. She pushed her dark curls o

running a hand down my uniform to smoo

interrupted me and smiled faintly. "

ing my breath. I bl

nt a private firm," she conti

s written on it in gold letters. "I believe we

first thought was scam

e dropping. "I can't discuss it here. But I'd appreciate a

scanned around my colleagues, and they w

And I'll make sure you don't

a's gaze held something else, urgency wrapped in stee

Still, scams were de

idn't look fake, but the s

er down. I wasn't g

on't

voice just above a whisper. "Your overdue rent. The loa

, w

do yo

an opportunity," she cut in again. "A legal one. L

m mine. If she was lying,

nterested

trace of amusement. "Scams don't com

h

ut small. Disbelieving. "For w

de nudging her head towards something, and I mirr

e the boutique entrance

a whose eyes remained on m

e at six figure payme

she easily agreed because Serena ended up shopping he

rchase made by the elegant woman was enough to pay

ead screaming no, I followed Se

*

o streets over, both of us tucked into a corner booth far

anticipating the question. "This isn't ill

was a photograph of a woman. Her face was hauntingly simil

brows furrowed in conf

ts and a believable backstory, no one will question the diffe

you mea

in a

slightly. I wasn'

er, a bit sho

ssian Grey. I assume

t like a th

, tech mogul, billionaire, and Eur

ionaire. Tech genius. Cold as ice. The me

go. The investors want stability. They want the image of a devoted couple. The longer Camila lays unconscious, the longer we lose deals and mergers. Cassian needs Camila...

, my mind rushing to assimil

I asked slowly, voice just above a whisper.

r home. Attend functions.

ccelerate. "You want me to impersonate a billio

You'll be protected and compensated with a small fortun

ghtly at the m

ned in slightly, staring at me

smart, careful, and loyal. You'll be briefed, train

emently. "This is i

ity. A private estate. We will train you. Dress you. Coach you.

tched. "Half

no

ed, glancing back down at

saving every penny. Back to watching your

ough the rest of its content. My eyes scanne

be a problem?" I glanced up at her, worried

our brother is away, so there won't be any issues," S

back to the photo of Camila Grey. Then I glanced b

ong. It had

like the o

reached for the pen, my

t, I tol

the lie that woul