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 4
Outside the Operating Room.
Chloe sat on a plastic chair, still wearing her million-dollar designer wedding dress. She was trembling, sitting as still as a lifeless mannequin. The dress, once pure and white, was now stained with dark, wet patches of blood. Against the crimson stains, her skin looked as white as paper.
The blood on the lace and her pale skin looked like blooming, aggressive roses, making her beauty seem fragile yet haunting.
Just moments ago, her father had been rushed into emergency surgery. Her mother, in the shock of the accident, had gone into premature labor and was in another room undergoing an emergency C-section.
The Bishop relatives who had followed them to the hospital were fuming with indignation. But looking at Chloe, sitting there devoid of any life, no one had the heart to speak. Liam Martin... what a curse he turned out to be.
Chloe stared blankly at her blood-stained hands. Her mind was a broken record, playing the crash over and over. Liam had seen it. He had paused for a second after the impact.
But then, he had driven away.
He saw the accident, and he chose to leave them there in the dirt.
Why? What happened? This was supposed to be our happiest day.
They had been so happy. They never fought. Why did everything flip in a single morning?
Chloe thought back to the nightmare. Is it because of Sara Jay? Is she back? What were my father and Liam hiding from me?
Hours passed. Mrs. Bishop suffered a major hemorrhage, but luckily, both mother and the new baby girl survived. Charles also made it through surgery, but due to severe head trauma, he had fallen into a deep coma. The doctors said his recovery depended on when-or if-he woke up.
Once things stabilized, Chloe calmly saw the relatives out and gave the household staff clear instructions. On the surface, she was eerily composed and efficient.
A maid brought her clean clothes to change into. When Chloe finally held the tiny, new life-her baby sister-her vision finally blurred with tears.
After a long time, she put the baby down. Her voice was hoarse. "Nanny, I'm going out for a while. Take care of them."
Her mother, drifting in and out of sleep, suddenly gripped the bedsheet. "After everything... are you still going to look for him?" she whispered with a mix of weakness and resentment.
Chloe forced a tiny, grim smile. "Don't worry, Mom. I just want an answer. I'll be back soon."
As she stepped out of the hospital, a tall, lean man approached her, his face etched with worry. "Chloe."
It was Justin, Liam's best friend.
Chloe looked at him with dull eyes. "Why haven't you gone home?"
"I was worried about you," Justin said softly. "Are you going to the Martin estate?"
Chloe nodded.
"I'll drive you." Chloe didn't refuse.
Inside the car, she pulled out her phone. Since the "incident," Liam hadn't called or texted once. She stared at the screen for a long time before finally dialing his number.
It rang several times. Then, he hung up.
He wouldn't even take her call. Why?
"Justin... do you know why he left today?" Chloe looked at him.
Justin knew exactly who she was talking about, but her eerie calmness made him uneasy. "I'm not sure, Chloe. That's something you need to ask him yourself."
Chloe saw her reflection in the window. She looked like a ghost-bloodless and hollow. She turned away and didn't say another word.
One hour later, at the Martin Estate.
Liam was having dinner with Brandon and Sara Jay. Sara had woken up at noon; she looked frail, her skin unnaturally pale from years of being kept away from the sun.
"Sir, Miss Bishop is here," a maid announced, stepping into the dining room.
Liam acted as if he hadn't heard a thing. He continued placing food onto Sara's plate-dishes she had loved when they were children.
Sara beamed at him like an innocent child, yet her smile carried a delicate, feminine charm that was deeply moving. Liam's eyes were full of doting affection. "Eat more if you like it."
After a moment, the maid spoke again. "Sir, Miss Bishop is still at the door."
Thinking of what Charles had done, Liam's voice turned like ice. "I'm not seeing her."
Before the words could even land, Chloe walked into the room with long, purposeful strides. Behind her, Justin followed, dragging two injured security guards.
At the sight of the strangers, Sara jumped up, her pretty face turning ghostly white like a startled deer.
Chloe froze. Sara Jay. It really is her.
Liam glanced at Chloe, then stood up and pulled the trembling Sara into his arms, whispering comfortingly, "Don't be scared. It's okay. They're just... friends of mine."
"Oh... friends of yours?" Sara looked at Chloe and gave her a friendly, innocent smile. Her eyes were clear and pure.
To Chloe, that smile was like a physical blow to the chest. After six years with Liam, this was the first time she felt a visceral, overwhelming threat from another woman. Sara's beauty was untouched by the world-she was the "white rose" that lived in every man's heart.
The irony was bitter. Chloe, the fiancée, had no idea when she had even returned. Had she been that blind?
"Sorry, Mr. Martin, we couldn't stop them," the two guards muttered, heads bowed in shame.
Liam looked at Justin, then shifted his gaze back to Chloe. After a few seconds of heavy silence, he spoke. "Come with me."
His voice was as calm and smooth as ever, as if the blood on her hands and the chaos at the wedding had never happened.
Chloe didn't move an inch. She pointed a finger at Sara. "You ditched our wedding because of her?"
Perhaps thinking Chloe's gesture was too aggressive toward Sara, Liam's tone grew colder. "We're going upstairs to talk."
"We're talking right here," Chloe insisted.
Liam stared at her for a long time without answering.
"Sara, let's go outside for a bit," Brandon said, leading his sister away. The staff and guards followed suit, leaving the room empty except for Chloe and Liam.
"Did you leave me at the altar for her?" Chloe repeated.
"You really don't know?" Liam's eyes were filled with mockery. "Your father kept her prisoner in the old Bishop house for three months. Those scars on her body? They're thanks to your family. And you're going to tell me you had no idea who she was?"
Dad kidnapped Sara? It was exactly like the nightmare, minus the part where Liam sent men to hurt her.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I've never seen her before." Chloe met his gaze squarely. Even if her father had done something, she was truly in the dark. "But tell me... why would my father kidnap her in the first place?"
She wasn't stupid. If Liam and Sara didn't have a "history," why would her father go to such lengths?
Back then, Liam had told her he only saw Sara as a younger sister. Today, he had traded six years of their life together for that "sister."
Liam studied her face suspiciously. "You really didn't know?"
Chloe let out a dry, raspy laugh. "Liam... it seems that after all these years, we never actually knew each other at all."
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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."
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7.8
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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.
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