Betrayed By The Billionaire's
Chloe Bishop was the city's golden girl-the "First Lady" of high society. Wealthy, breathtakingly beautiful, and deeply in love, she was the envy of everyone. When Liam was a broken outcast who had lost everything, Chloe was the one who reached out, pulling him from the wreckage of his life. She gave him her heart, her family's status, and six devoted years.
But on the morning of their lavish, multi-million dollar wedding, the dream shatters.
Instead of an "I do," Liam leaves her at the altar, delivering a cold confession that pierces like a knife: "The one I've always loved is Sara Jay."
Overnight, the city's golden girl becomes its biggest laughingstock. Betrayed by her fiancé and haunted by a dark secret involving her father, Charles, Chloe is expected to crumble.
But as the world waits for her to beg for his return, Chloe wipes her tears and offers a chilling smile.
"I know he'll come back crawling eventually," she whispers, stripping off her silk veil. "But this time, I'm done waiting. It's time for the world to see what happens when a 'perfect' woman stops being nice."
He broke her heart. Now, she's going to break his empire.
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Chapter 1
“Where am I?”
Chloe Bishop bolted upright, her head spinning with a sickening heaviness. The room was cold, sterile, and completely unfamiliar. She scrambled to get out of bed, her heart hammering against her ribs. She couldn't be here. Tomorrow was her wedding day—the day she would finally marry Liam Martin. She had waited six long years for this dream to come true. She couldn't let anything, or anyone, get in the way now.
Outside the door, Liam leaned against the hallway wall, the orange glow of a cigarette illuminating his icy, handsome face. He looked at the man standing before him with a terrifying lack of emotion.
"Go in," Liam said flatly, flicking a stray ash onto the expensive carpet. "Just don’t kill her."
The man hesitated, his voice trembling as he glanced at the heavy door. "Mr. Martin... are you sure? She’s the city’s top 'IT Girl.' She’s your fiancée! You’re supposed to stand at the altar with her in less than twenty-four hours!"
"Get in there," Liam repeated. His voice was smooth, like silk, but it carried a chill that bit deeper than ice. "Don’t make me say it a third time."
Seconds later, a blood-curdling scream tore through the door and echoed down the silent corridor.
"Who are you?! Stay back! What are you doing... Get off me! Help! Liam, help me!"
Standing in the hallway, Liam listened to Chloe’s desperate pleas for mercy. He remained unmoved. His mind was miles away, consumed by the image of another woman—a woman covered in brutal, jagged scars. Chloe, don’t blame me, he thought, exhaling a thick, grey cloud of smoke. You aren’t innocent. I don’t believe for a second that you were clueless about what your father did.
Only a few hours earlier, the world had looked very different. Liam had been standing in a high-security hospital wing when Brandon Jay approached him. "Liam, we found the monster who kidnapped Sara Jay," Brandon had said, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
"Who?" Liam asked, his tall silhouette casting a long shadow over the bed where Sara lay. She was skeletal, a ghost of the woman she used to be, her skin a map of deep purple bruises.
Brandon spat out the name with pure venom: "Charles Bishop."
Liam had frozen. Charles Bishop—the man who was about to become his father-in-law.
"I see," Liam had replied, his voice calm even as a storm of vengeance brewed beneath the surface. "You’re Sara’s brother. What do you want to do?"
"Kidnap Chloe," Brandon growled. "Every ounce of pain Charles inflicted on my sister, I want to collect from his daughter—tenfold. A hundredfold." When Liam didn’t answer immediately, Brandon’s voice rose in a snarl. "What, getting cold feet? Right, you’re marrying her tomorrow. You’ve probably gone soft for her, while Sara suffered hell because of you!"
"There will be no wedding tomorrow," Liam had replied icily. "I’ll give you and Sara justice."
From the moment Charles Bishop touched Sara, the years of gratitude Liam felt toward the Bishop family vanished. The man had crossed the only line that mattered.
Back in the present, inside the dark room, Chloe fought with everything she had, but her strength was failing. Her clothes were torn, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Save me... Liam, save me!" Tears soaked into her hair as she sobbed. Why? Why is this happening? I was supposed to be his bride tomorrow... Why?!
Hearing her cry out his name, Liam inhaled sharply on his cigarette. After tonight, Chloe Bishop would be ruined. He couldn’t help but remember six years ago—the day a girl who looked like a literal princess had walked toward him with unwavering steps. She had pointed at him and declared, "I choose him to be my fiancé." Back then, Liam was a social pariah. He had lost his leg in a car accident and been cast aside by the Martin family. But she had chosen him anyway, giving the abandoned boy the power and status to reclaim his empire.
Liam crushed the cigarette butt under his expensive shoe and pulled out his phone. He sent a quick WhatsApp message: "Stop. Get out of there."
Chloe, consider this payment for six years ago.
Brandon stepped out from the room, looking at Liam with pure disappointment. "You went soft in the end. Is this supposed to be fair to Sara?"
"Sara is kind," Liam said tonelessly. "She wouldn't want us to go this far. As for the wedding tomorrow... I’ll give everyone the 'closure' they deserve."
"Liam, save me!"
Chloe screamed as she bolted upright in her own bed, her hair damp with sweat and tears. Her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She frantically checked her silk pajamas. They were intact. She checked her wrists and chest—no bruises, no marks. She was in her own bedroom.
A dream? It felt too vivid. The phantom pain in her heart felt like a physical wound. But if it wasn't a dream, how were her clothes perfect? And why, in the dream, was Liam standing outside the door watching her ruin?
Sara Jay... That was a name she hadn't heard in years.
It’s just nerves, she told herself, trying to slow her breathing. It’s my wedding day. I’m just letting my deepest fears get the best of me.
"Chloe, honey, wake up! It’s the big day. No more lounging!" The sound of her mother’s cheerful voice from the hallway broke the tension. Chloe felt her muscles finally relax. It really was just a nightmare.
Two hours later, Chloe sat before a gold-trimmed vanity, a vision in white lace and silk. Her mother carefully brushed her hair, her eyes misting over. Chloe was the undisputed "IT Girl" of the city. At 5'6" with a delicate frame and breathtaking curves, she was a living masterpiece. But her most famous feature was her skin—luminous, flawless, and as smooth as fine porcelain.
"Look at you... my beautiful girl," her mother whispered. "My baby is finally getting married. Just focus on building a home with Liam. Have a few children, live a beautiful life together."
Chloe smiled, squeezing her mother’s hand. "I’ll be happy, Mom. I know Liam will be a wonderful husband."
"He’d better be," her mother choked out. "If he ever treats you wrong, your father and I will never forgive him."
"Alright, alright," Charles Bishop said from the doorway, his voice gruff but warm. "It’s a happy day. Don't start with the gloom."
Chloe reached out and patted her mother’s heavily pregnant belly, her face glowing with pure joy. "Don't worry, Dad. Liam promised to cherish me forever. I know he won't let me down."
At twenty-two, Chloe had no reason to doubt him. Liam was brilliant, gentle, and attentive. He was the perfect man. Six years of history couldn't be erased by a bad dream. She didn't notice the flicker of deep, dark worry in her father's eyes as he watched her smile.
Meanwhile, at the Martin Estate, in a quiet, high-security room across town, a woman lay on Liam’s bed. She was skeletal, her pale skin a map of jagged scars. One side of her face was swollen and red. This was the woman from the nightmare. This was Sara Jay.
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But through the cracked door, she heard Juston laughing with his friends, calling her a stupid, obedient pawn and her art "garbage."
After she shattered the necklace and walked out into the freezing rain, Juston texted her a far more horrifying truth.
Her own family didn't just hate her-they had actively tried to kill her.
Two years ago, her brother Kayden intentionally slipped deadly shellfish into her food at a gala, sending her into anaphylactic shock.
Worse, her parents had covered up the attempted murder as a simple kitchen mistake, all to protect the family name and elevate her adopted sister, Kara.
Adela collapsed on the wet pavement, suffocating under the weight of the ultimate betrayal.
She had spent her entire life begging for their love, secretly working as the anonymous designer keeping their failing company afloat, only to realize she was nothing but a disposable tool.
She had absolutely no one, and nowhere to go.
Just as the storm threatened to swallow her whole, a sleek black Maybach pulled up to the curb.
Harmon Holland, the ruthless Wall Street billionaire she was originally arranged to marry, stepped out into the rain.
He didn't offer her pity. Instead, he handed her a legal document.
"Marry me, Adela. For one year."
She took the pen. This time, she wouldn't be an obedient pawn; she would be their executioner.
9.7
"Be my wife for eight months and I will save you from this hell. But if you fall in love with me? I will destroy you."
She wasn't sold for a price. She was lost in a bet.
A dark deal made in the shadows between a father who sold his own daughter without thinking twice and the man who runs the Blackwood empire. The CEO who doesn't just own money. He owns the city. He owns the law. He owns the men and their fates.
She was just a normal designer until she became his wife on paper. A wife to a man who knows no mercy. A man who never loses a deal. A man who refuses to let the woman carrying his name be weak.
Eight months. A marriage with no love. Strict rules. Forbidden feelings.
But what happens when the deal turns into a deep hunger? What happens when the contract becomes a cage? What happens when she finds out that running away from her father put her in the trap of a man who is a thousand times more dangerous?
Her father sold her in a bet. And her only escape was the man who owns the city.
7.6
When the Pollard family kicked Alyssa out into the freezing rain, Walter threw a ten-thousand-dollar check into a dirty puddle.
"Take it and get out. Don't ever come back," he sneered.
Her adoptive mother and stepsister stood on the mansion's porch, mocking her as a worthless country girl who tarnished their wealthy name. They laughed, claiming she wouldn't even be able to afford community college and would be begging on the streets in a week.
They looked at her cheap clothes and worn backpack with absolute disgust.
They were completely unaware that for the past five years, Alyssa was the secret mastermind who had built their failing gallery into a multi-million-dollar investment empire.
Every key investment, every fortune they made, came from the anonymous notes she had slipped into their unread books. They genuinely believed they were business geniuses, while treating the true architect of their wealth like a stray dog.
Looking at their smug, arrogant faces, Alyssa didn't feel a shred of sadness, only a cold, sharp irony.
They actually believed they had raised her.
She stepped close, whispered the master code to Walter's most secret offshore account, and watched the blood completely drain from his face.
"I raised you," she said, turning her back on the mansion without hesitation.
Walking into the storm, she pulled out a heavily encrypted phone and gave a single, cold order.
"Initiate a full hostile takeover of the Pollard Group."
It was time to end this little game and step into her true life—as the world's most elusive medical genius, and the long-lost billionaire heiress of the Summers dynasty.
7.8
She woke up in a billionaire's arms in a penthouse with a view of the Seine. She was wearing a ring she didn't remember saying yes i do to
When Lana Cruz wakes up after a terrible accident, the only person there is Adrian Black, the powerful CEO who says she is his wife. His touch is familiar, and his voice is strong but all of my memories of him are gone.
They look like the perfect couple to everyone but this is the revenge Adrian has been waiting years for. Lana broke his heart once, and now he plans to make her fall in love with him again, only to break her heart when she is most vulnerable.
But Paris is a city full of life and danger. Rooftop parties under the sparkling Eiffel Tower, moonlit walks along the Seine, and sparkling galleries set the stage for love, lies, and secrets that could ruin both of them.
As they fall in love, the line between revenge and desire gets blurry. Lana and Adrian must choose between letting the past take over their lives or giving in to a love that is strong enough to heal even the worst wounds.
A storm of passion, betrayal, and redemption in the middle of modern Paris.
7.7
Alondra spent three hours making soup for her husband, only to find him at the hospital tenderly holding another woman's hand.
"I'm four weeks pregnant, Gerard," the woman said softly.
Gerard coldly handed Alondra a divorce agreement, claiming their three-year marriage was just a placeholder because this woman had once saved his life.
Heartbroken, Alondra fled in her car, only to realize her brakes had been completely disabled.
She spun out of control and crashed head-on into a massive delivery truck.
As she lay trapped in the mangled wreckage with her ribs crushed and blood filling her mouth, Gerard's black Maybach pulled up to the curb.
He stared at her dying body through the window with a completely blank expression.
He didn't call an ambulance or even open his door.
He simply rolled up his tinted window and drove away into the rain.
A raw, suffocating hatred burned in her chest, hotter than the pain in her shattered bones.
She couldn't understand how the man she had loved and served so devotedly could just coldly watch her die like a piece of trash.
Opening her eyes again, Alondra gasped for air.
She had returned to the exact morning two years ago, right before she was supposed to deliver that pathetic soup.
When Gerard walked in and threatened her with divorce, she didn't cry or beg.
"I agree. Let's divorce," she said calmly, packing her bags to reclaim her true identity as a billionaire heiress.
9.5
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