The Billionaire’s Stand-In
Language: en
Before the college entrance exams, the Billionaire’s heir was abruptly dumped by the campus queen. Gnawing on a plain bun, I approached him while he listlessly stared at his textbooks. "I look like her. Why don't you chase me instead?" He was silent for a moment, then handed me the roses meant for her. I took his money with a clear conscience. I asked for a million a month; he sent two without a word. After we married, our intimacy was scheduled—four times a week, punctual, thorough, and attentive. Everyone said the young heir had found true love. Until one day, his assistant…