Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 17

**Marriage Without Temperature by Mark Twain**

**Chapter 1**

Theo Harrington and I were the couple everyone admired, the kind of love that sparked envy in the hearts of others. Our lives seemed perfect, a dazzling illusion of happiness and success.

But then, everything changed when his gaze fell upon someone else—Lysander Blackwood, Boston’s notorious Shadow King. Just the mention of his name sent shivers down spines, a man whose reputation alone could freeze hearts in their tracks.

Lysander wanted Bianca. He demanded that Theo prepare her for his bed within a mere three days.

Theo disappeared for an entire day, leaving me in a state of anxiety. When he finally stumbled back home, I found myself drawn to his study, compelled by a mix of concern and dread. As I approached the door, I paused, my heart racing as I overheard his hushed conversation with one of his men.

“Bianca has endured so much. Juliette has had it easy her entire life—what’s the harm in letting her take Bianca’s place?” Theo’s voice carried a harsh edge, laced with a troubling resolve.

His assistant replied with caution, “Sir… your wife is the Hawthorne heiress. Your grandfather promised her parents that she would be protected—nothing would ever happen to her—”

“And when the Shadow King discovers we sent the wrong woman, Mrs. Harrington will—”

“Enough.” Theo’s voice cut through the air like a knife, silencing his assistant. “She has lived off the Harrington name for years. That debt has been paid in full. Bianca? She has nothing.”

“Once this blows over, she can retain the title of Mrs. Harrington. I won’t hold that against her.”

I stood frozen, staring at his profile—the very face I had memorized through countless tender moments shared between us.

My heart felt as though it was being filleted with a dull blade, each word he spoke cutting deeper.

Theo Harrington, if you are the one betraying our love, then I am DONE with you!

Then I heard her voice, soft and trembling, drifting through the door. “Theo… if something happens to Juliette, I’ll never forgive myself…”

Bianca was in there too. Of course she was.

I could vividly picture her, curled up at his feet, gazing up at him with those big, wounded eyes that begged for his affection.

Theo sighed, the sound heavy with resignation. “You’re too sweet, Bianca. That’s your problem.”

“Listen to me. Juliette has nowhere else to go. Even if things go south, she won’t dare come after you.”

“But—”

He interrupted her, and I could hear the rustle of movement followed by a profound silence.

He was kissing her.

When they finally broke apart, his voice was low and warm, as if he were trying to soothe a fragile bird. “Quit worrying about her. Start thinking about what it’s going to be like when you’re actually Mrs. Harrington.”

His men chuckled knowingly, their laughter echoing in the dimly lit room.

Bianca blushed crimson, burying her face in his chest, a picture of innocence and longing.

A cold, heavy weight settled in my stomach, a dark omen of what was to come.

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**Gold Digger vs Gold Saver: My Man’s Double Life**

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**Chapter 1**

I turned to walk away, my heart pounding.

Theo’s voice drifted after me, quiet yet unmistakably clear. “…Look. I’m sending Juliette instead of you. But you’re the one I actually care about. Just… remember that, okay?”

When Theo emerged from the study with Bianca, I was seated in the living room, tense and waiting.

The moment he laid eyes on me, he dropped her hand as if it had burned him.

He crossed the room in three long strides, a grin lighting up his face. “Hey! You’re back! Why didn’t you text me? I would have come to get you.”

I looked past him at Bianca, who stood there, a silent figure, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Her expression transformed into that poor-little-victim look that made my heart ache for her—though I knew better.

Theo frowned, his brows knitting together. “Seriously? You’ve known about Bianca for months now. Are we really doing this again?”

Then he seemed to catch himself, his demeanor shifting.

His expression softened, and he dropped to one knee before me, an act of desperation or sincerity—I couldn’t tell.

“Jules. Baby. I promise—no one’s taking your spot. You’re my wife. That’s not changing.”

His eyes held that same tender devotion, as if nothing had shifted beneath the surface.

As if I hadn’t just heard him offer me up like livestock on a platter.

I managed a smile, though it felt hollow.

Five years of marriage had led me to believe we were solid—until Bianca caught Lysander Blackwood’s eye.

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