The Billionaire's Lethal Substitute Wife

Five years ago, my fiancé and my adopted sister framed me, took my family trust, and cut my car's brake lines, leaving me with a shattered body in the freezing rain.

Now, struggling as a stunt double to fund my revenge, I risked my life to save a billionaire's trapped son from a locked room.

But instead of gratitude, I became the billionaire's prey.

Jaidyn Miles, the apex predator of Wall Street, investigated my crippling debts and threw a five-million-dollar contract in my face.

"You possess the single most valuable asset in this transaction. Your face."

He demanded I dye my hair jet black, wear specific white dresses, and use a bespoke perfume. He wanted me to be the living, breathing doll of his dead wife.

I refused to be a billionaire's prop and walked away.

But Jaidyn immediately bought the entire movie studio where I had just bled for a life-changing role, threatening to destroy hundreds of jobs and my only chance at a career if I didn't submit.

Why was I always just a tool to these wealthy, arrogant men? First a placeholder for a family trust, now a ghost for a dead woman?

I grabbed his contract and a pen, my eyes cold. I wouldn't be broken again.

"Three months, and you don't interfere with my shooting schedule."

I signed my name. I would take his five million, and I would use it to bury the people who ruined my life five years ago.