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 6
Liam was indeed exceptional in every way. Before the accident, he had been the crown jewel of the Martin family, the heir apparent that everyone looked up to.
If it hadn't been for that car crash-the one that cost him a leg and saw his name ruthlessly struck from the inheritance list by the family patriarch-he wouldn't even be standing at a secondary event like this birthday gala.
Charles Bishop knew the truth: that "accident" smelled of his uncle Marcus Martin's interference. Charles didn't want Chloe anywhere near a family tree that grew such poisonous fruit.
"Let's keep looking," Charles sighed to his wife. "There are plenty of other options."
But as they scouted the lawn, a slim teenage girl was already pressed against a second-story window. Her bright, almond-shaped eyes were locked onto the boy standing beneath the white magnolia tree.
He came!
Chloe could hardly believe it. The boy who had occupied her every waking thought for two years-the one who had defined her standard of "perfection"-was actually at her party. Her heart hammered against her ribs so hard she thought it might bruise.
This was it. The feeling people wrote songs about.
It wasn't new to her. She had carried this crush since the first day of high school, from the exact moment he had sprinted toward her across the grass in his white soccer jersey. From that day on, the soccer field became her daily pilgrimage.
Then, the accident happened. He disappeared from the field forever. He only resurfaced months later for the college entrance exams, pale and refined, navigating the halls in a wheelchair. He had gone off to River City University while she finished high school, but she had never stopped tracking his progress. Every award he won, every rumor of his recovery-she knew it all.
The guests had all arrived. Charles and his wife led Chloe downstairs to make her official entrance.
In this city, Chloe Bishop was a living legend. They said that on the morning she was born, every flower in the private hospital bloomed at once, and a golden light settled over the building like a lucky charm.
A famous fortune teller, who happened to be recovering in the same hospital, had made a public declaration to the visiting relatives: "This girl carries a treasure basin into the world. The Bishop family is about to change forever."
Back then, the Bishops were just a small, struggling business. But within a few years of Chloe's birth, the Bishop Group had skyrocketed into a massive conglomerate. The family's fortune grew as she grew.
The boys invited today were the best their respective families had to offer, but there was a catch. Because Chloe was an only child, whoever she chose would have to marry into the Bishop family-effectively becoming a "trophy husband" who would take her name and manage the estate under Charles's guidance.
Mrs. Bishop whispered names into Chloe's ear, but Chloe was deaf to them. None of those names were "Liam."
After a round of social pleasantries, Chloe was cut loose to mingle with her peers. She was naturally graceful and easy to talk to, and the boys swarmed her. Most of them were more than willing to trade their family names for the keys to the Bishop empire and a bride as beautiful as Chloe.
"Go on, move!"
Isabella, a woman from the Grayson circle, nudged the silent teenager beside her. "Xavier, look at me. If the Bishop girl chooses you, Charles can use his connections to get your father's prison sentence reduced. Do it for him."
Xavier Grayson, the boy with the icy demeanor, finally showed a flicker of emotion. His jaw tightened.
"You're the most handsome boy here," Isabella pressed. "She'll definitely pick you. Just go!"
Xavier looked at Chloe-the girl being treated like a literal princess-and a faint, mocking smirk touched his lips. Still, he straightened his lean frame and began to walk toward her. Isabella watched his retreating back with a satisfied smile. Ever since Xavier's father went to prison, the Graysons had been in a tailspin. This was their only way back to the top.
"Hello. I'm Xavier Grayson, a freshman at-"
Chloe had just managed to escape a circle of admirers. Her eyes were fixed on the magnolia tree, and she could see Liam was preparing to leave. She had no patience for Xavier.
"Sorry," she interrupted, not even looking up at him as she tried to dodge past. "You're blocking my way."
At sixteen, Chloe was draped in the arrogance of youth. She brushed past Xavier without a second glance.
Xavier stood frozen, his hand still half-extended. He stared at his empty palm for a few seconds before slowly pulling it back. Around him, the other guests whispered and snickered about the "fallen" Grayson boy who didn't know his place.
He remained stoic, seemingly unaffected by the mockery. But as he turned to watch Chloe's retreating back, the crowd's gossip took a darker turn.
"Is that him? The son of that actress, Lana?"
"That's the one. Lana was a piece of work-cheating on her husband left and right until he caught her. He killed the lover in a rage and ruined his whole life for a woman like that."
"I don't know why he only stabbed the guy. If it were me, I'd have started with Lana."
Actress. Lover. Slut. The words were like jagged glass shards being driven into Xavier's heart. The icy, detached boy finally broke. His fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. His face drained of color, and his eyes burned with a dark, murderous red. In that moment, he looked like a demon crawling out of hell to settle a debt.
Chloe heard the whispers behind her and stopped. she turned around, her brow furrowed, and saw Xavier. The transformation in him terrified her. He looked like he truly hated the world-and his own mother.
As Xavier walked away, he passed right by Chloe. His gaze swept over her face for a split second.
Chloe felt the blood in her veins freeze. A bone-chilling cold swept through her, making it hard to breathe. Long after he disappeared, she stood there shivering. That boy... he's a monster, she thought.
But the drama was short-lived. In the high-society pond, Xavier was just a ripple. Everyone's attention snapped back to Chloe. She was the star, after all.
Under the collective, stunned gaze of the elite, the beautiful, proud girl rejected every healthy, powerful heir in the room. Instead, she walked straight to the boy in the white shirt standing under the magnolia tree.
This was the Bishop girl's choice.
But... a cripple?
Chloe walked up to him. It was the boldest thing she had ever done-her first act of open rebellion against her parents.
"I choose him," she announced.
Liam looked at her. Amidst the gazes of disbelief, jealousy, and mockery from the crowd, he watched her approach him with unwavering steps. His hands tightened slightly on the grips of his wheelchair.
"Why me?" he asked quietly.
"Because I like you," Chloe said, forcing a playful, easy tone. Her almond eyes were bright with stars-clear, honest, and incredibly brave. She looked like a perfect porcelain doll, radiating a sincerity that felt almost too pure for the world they lived in.
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8.9
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.