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After betrayed, I married the man in the Forbes Novel Cover

After betrayed, I married the man in the Forbes

For ten years, Haven Peters loved Joshua West with everything she had. She gave up her pride, her family, and the brilliant future everyone once expected from her—just to become the perfect wife for the man she thought would love her forever. Instead, he humiliated her. At the anniversary party meant to celebrate their marriage, Haven watches Joshua kiss another woman in front of everyone and casually hand her divorce papers like she means nothing. Heartbroken and finally exhausted, she walks away from the marriage that destroyed her piece by piece. What Joshua never expected was that the quiet woman he looked down on was hiding a powerful identity of her own. The moment Haven disappears, West Enterprises begins collapsing overnight. Investors pull out, secrets unravel, and Joshua realizes too late that the woman he abandoned was the one holding his entire world together. But by then, Haven is no longer the girl chasing after him. Now she stands beside Leonard Peters—the youngest billionaire on the Forbes list, cold, untouchable, and impossibly powerful. A man the entire elite world fears…and the only man willing to give Haven everything Joshua never could. This time, when her ex-husband begs for another chance, Haven has already become the woman everyone envies.
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Chapter 6

Nelson Carlson had always seen his younger sister Haven as fearless. She’d been raised like a princess, cherished every second of it. When it came to real love, she dove in headfirst—never scared to love hard or make the tough calls. But over the past five years? A thick layer of caution had dimmed that once-bright spark in her eyes. What changed her that much, anyway?

His chest ached just looking at her. "Don’t worry, I’ve got your back," he told her, soft and steady. "Just stick to my plan, apologize to Mom sincerely. You know how she is—she always forgives you." He still remembered every time she got into trouble as a kid, he’d step right up and take the blame, take the punishment for her.

Over the years, they’d drifted apart a little, but he’d never pulled away from her. He’d stepped back from most family drama just to focus on her. His love for her ran deeper than anything.

Haven’s throat tightened with gratitude, and her eyes filled with tears. "When you’re not around, I had to learn to stand on my own two feet," she said, her voice wobbly, thick with everything that had happened lately.

Nelson could never stay stern around her. Seeing her like this twisted his heart, and all he wanted was to pull her close and comfort her. "You’re still just the same kid you used to be," he teased gentle, dabbing at the corners of her eyes with a tissue. "Still that soft, sensitive girl I grew up with."

Years had only pulled them closer. Nelson had always had her back, even when the whole world turned against her. The kinder he was, the redder her eyes got, until she was one breath away from sobbing.

"Whoa, what’s with all the waterworks now?" Nelson chuckled, pinching her cheek lightly. "Save those for when you see Mom. You never know—those tears might work in your favor."

"Nelson!" Haven laughed through her tears, and for the first time in forever, she felt like her rock, her big brother, was really back.

*Meanwhile, down in the banquet hall*

The room hummed with big names, everyone clinking champagne glasses and chatting loudly. A group of elegant, poised socialites clustered together, gossiping about the latest town drama.

"Did you hear the news? Leonard Peters just hit number one on the Forbes list, and he’s only 26! Does anyone here actually know him? If you do, your whole family’s status is gonna skyrocket," one woman piped up.

Amanda, a tall socialite with perfectly styled hair, huffed a dry laugh. "Please. Leonard Peters is way out of our league. Even my uncle tried to set up a meeting with him. Whenever Leonard’s in the same room as my cousin—who’s gorgeous, by the way, super successful—he doesn’t even glance her way."

All the young women sighed, longing curling in their chests. "Guess that’s just our pipe dream, huh? So who’s the lucky girl he’s actually into?"

"Wait, by the way—Is he even coming to Mrs. Rivera’s party tonight?"

"C’mon, the Riveras are rich and all, but they don’t hold a candle to Leonard Peters. Why the hell would he show up here?"

Right on cue, a murmur rippled through the crowd by the main entrance.

"Oh my god—Is that *actually* Leonard Peters?"

Every head in the room snapped toward the door. The whole hall went dead quiet, thick anticipation hanging in the air.

Leonard Peters carried an aura no one could put into words. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and his sharp, intense gaze alone made the whole room feel ten degrees colder. Every feature on his face was the perfect mix of polished and raw—devastatingly handsome, impossible to look away from.

His lips were set in a hard line as his eyes swept over the crowd, and every person in the room instinctively held their breath.

"That’s him—Leonard Peters, in the flesh! Can you believe we actually got to see him here?" someone breathed.

"Wait a second… does it look like he’s looking for someone?"

"No way, he’s just here for Mrs. Rivera’s party, right?"

"How the hell did the Riveras get that close to Leonard Peters?"

As the whispers swirled around him, Angelo West stepped forward, giving Leonard a respectful nod. "Leonard, it’s been years. What a surprise to see you here at Mrs. Rivera’s party. My son’s working on a new project right now—would you be open to hearing a pitch about it?"

Leonard looked at him, cool and distant. "Not today, Angelo. I’m here to celebrate with my mother-in-law, not talk shop."

The entire room froze. The revelation hit everyone like a ton of bricks.

"When did Mrs. Rivera become Leonard Peters’s mother-in-law?"

"Have you heard anything about this? I swear this is the first I’m hearing of it!"

Shock rippled through the crowd, one gasp after another.

"Mrs. Rivera has that one daughter she’s always doted on—I had no idea she was Leonard’s wife!"

"Oh, I’ve heard about that girl! She was a total prodigy—spoke fluent English by seven, got her piano level 10 by eight, got into an Ivy League at eleven. By fifteen she had a full research grant, finished her PhD at eighteen!"

"Yeah, but I haven’t heard much about her these past few years…"

Standing off to the side of the crowd, Joshua West tightened his grip on his champagne flute until his knuckles turned white. If he’d just stuck with her, if she was standing next to him right now, this little crisis his company was facing would be nothing. Marrying into the Rivera family would’ve opened doors he could only dream of… but she was Leonard Peters’s wife now.

Right next to him, his mother seethed, already annoyed just talking about Haven’s success. "I told you Haven was never right for us! Remember I told you to string that Rivera girl along to split Haven and Leonard up, and you refused to listen!"

Just saying Haven’s name made her angrier, and she launched into a rant. "That girl never did a damn thing for this family! The company’s falling apart at the seams and she can’t even lift a finger to help! What kind of spell did she cast on you that you’re still obsessed with her after all this?"

Joshua didn’t fight back, but frustration was written all over his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose, the tension in his shoulders too much to bear.

"Mom, this isn’t the time to talk about her. Right now we just need that investment. You said you knew someone in the Rivera family who could introduce us, remember?"

When her son brought up business, Joshua’s mother shut her mouth immediately, her face dropping into a serious mask.

Angelo West, still processing the bombshell he’d just heard, silently kicked himself. Now that he knew Leonard was married to a Rivera daughter, it was a bitter pill to swallow. His son’s shot at getting a meeting with Leonard was completely dead.

All he could do now was hope Leonard didn’t steal the whole spotlight and overshadow the entire night.

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