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 2
"Have you found out who did this yet?"
Liam Martin's usually handsome, refined face was currently shrouded in a dark, suffocating shadow. He looked cold and lethal-the literal personification of the calm before a devastating storm.
At twenty-four, Liam had spent the last six years clawing his way to the CEO's chair, reclaiming everything that had been stolen from him. He was now the most powerful young tycoon in the city. But looking at the overlapping scars-some old, some horrifyingly fresh-on Sara Jay's body, his pride tasted like ash. He felt a mix of agonizing pity and murderous rage.
Who dared to break her like this? They were dead men walking.
His assistant kept his head bowed low, terrified to meet Liam's eyes. "Brandon is personally leading the investigation. We'll have a name soon."
If Chloe Bishop were here, she would realize her nightmare was manifesting into reality, piece by agonizing piece.
Liam reached out, gingerly taking Sara's hand as if she were made of glass. His gaze lingered on her swollen face. Beyond the heartbreak, there was the sheer shock of having her back. His uncle, Marcus Martin, had told him years ago that she was dead. Yet here she was, breathing, lying right in front of him.
"Sara," he whispered, his voice trembling with a tenderness Chloe had never experienced in all her nine years of knowing him.
Back when the car accident took his parents and half his leg, it was Sara who had stayed by him through the darkest, most suicidal nights of his life. She was the single candle in his pitch-black world. But the light had been snuffed out six months later when Marcus kidnapped her to use as leverage against Liam and Brandon.
For years, Liam's only link to her were occasional, cryptic photos sent by his uncle. Then, at Chloe's birthday gala years ago, she had publicly chosen him as her fiancé. Using the Bishop family's massive influence, Liam rose like a phoenix, eventually stripping Marcus of his power.
In a fit of rage, Marcus had sent Liam a photo of Sara lying in a pool of blood with a knife wound to her chest. He told Liam she was dead. When Marcus was finally sent to prison, he swore to Liam's face that he had killed her.
Liam's heart had died that day. He agreed to the marriage with Chloe mostly because Charles Bishop had pressured him, and he felt he couldn't owe Chloe any more than he already did.
But now? Chloe Bishop was the last thing on his mind. He squeezed Sara's hand. "Sara, I'm never leaving you again. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."
It was a vow. In his heart, no one could replace her-not even the woman who had spent six years rebuilding his life.
In the study down the hall, his staff exchanged worried glances. Today was the wedding of the century, but the groom hadn't even started getting dressed. Finally, a brave guard knocked on the door.
"Mr. Martin, the schedule... it's time to change and leave to pick up the bride."
Liam didn't move. He sat by the bed like a statue. It was only after a long silence that he finally stood up. "Get my suit."
An hour later, the wedding motorcade pulled up to the Bishop estate. Dozens of luxury supercars lined the street-a display of wealth and power that took the breath away. The Bishop villa was alive with laughter, music, and the smell of expensive flowers.
"They're here! The groom is here!"
The cheers from downstairs reached the balcony. Chloe, stunning in her designer gown, ignored all royal etiquette and rushed to the railing to sneak a peek at the lead car.
"Chloe! Get back in here and sit down!" her mother's voice scolded from inside. "It's bad luck to be seen before the ceremony!"
"Just one look, Mom!" Chloe teased, winking as she peered over the edge.
"No!"
Seeing her mother's stern face, Chloe giggled and retreated back into the room. Her mother tapped her forehead affectionately. "Stay put. Your father and I are going down to greet them. And girls," she looked at the bridesmaids, "when Liam comes up, lock the door. Don't let him in until the clock strikes the auspicious hour, you hear me?"
Chloe's eyes danced with joy. Ever since she saw that boy in white years ago, no other man had ever existed to her. She had waited years; she could wait another thirty minutes.
As the festive fireworks crackled outside, Chloe looked at her reflection and beamed. "Liam... I'm finally becoming your wife."
Down at the gates, Liam stepped out of the Rolls-Royce. In his white tailored tuxedo, he looked like a god. His presence was so commanding that people completely forgot about his slight limp. He began walking toward the house, flanked by his groomsmen, when his phone buzzed.
It was Brandon Jay. The investigation was over.
"Brandon," Liam answered.
"We found the person behind Sara's kidnapping," Brandon's voice was darker than usual, dripping with a lethal edge.
"Who is it?" Liam asked.
Directly in front of him, Charles Bishop and his wife were walking toward him with wide, welcoming smiles. To them, Liam was the perfect son-in-law.
"It's Charles Bishop," Brandon said firmly. "Sara was being held at the old Bishop estate this entire time. Charles was the one who hid her away."
Liam's pupils constricted. The warmth in his eyes died instantly, replaced by a frost so cold it could shatter bone.
"Are you certain?"
"Positive."
Liam lowered his hand, his phone dropping to his side. He looked at the smiling couple approaching him and felt a surge of sickening irony. Any lingering guilt he felt about the plan he'd set in motion vanished.
He had planned to explain things to Chloe personally, but now? He didn't want to say a word. She must have known. She must have watched her father torture Sara while she played the "perfect fiancée."
Chloe... I really underestimated how cruel you could be.
Upstairs, Chloe was blissfully unaware, laughing with her bridesmaids as they took selfies. One of her best friends, Bella, handed her a small, beautifully wrapped box.
"Chloe, this is a special gift from us. Your mom was here earlier so I couldn't give it to you. Open it!"
"What is it? Why so mysterious?" Chloe opened the box and blinked. "What... what on earth is this?"
It was a set of incredibly provocative, sheer black lace lingerie.
Bella gave her a wicked grin. "It's for the wedding night, girl! We want to make sure Liam never wants to leave the bedroom."
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Adela stood outside the private room, holding the obsidian necklace she had spent three months hand-crafting for her boyfriend.
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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Secrets began to unravel one by one. But what if Jude finds out his beloved wife has something up beneath her sleeves? Find out how tension intensifies in their roller coaster marriage.