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BETRAYED:CLAIMED BY THE KING OF AI Novel Cover

BETRAYED:CLAIMED BY THE KING OF AI

Isabella's wedding night shatters her when she finds her husband tangled with her sister. Pregnant with a secret she can never reveal, she vanishes. Five years later, she returns rich, ruthless, and armed for revenge against everyone who betrayed her. Yet the father of her son is not the man she married—he's the enigmatic billionaire they call the King of AI. When his dark gaze lands on the boy who mirrors him, he demands: "Who gave you permission to hide my heir?" Now Isabella must choose between vengeance and the one man who can claim her heart, her secrets, and her future.
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Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5 ENEMY RETURN

A sharp and arrogant voice cut through the talk in the conference hall. "You really think you can just ignore my emails" it said.

I did not turn around away. I swallowed hard. Tightened my fingers around my champagne glass. That voice had given me dreams for five long years. It was the tone David used when he told me I was just a tool to help his family business. I took a breath and let my shoulders drop before I turned to face him.

David Jones stood there looking like the mistake I left behind in the rain. His hair was perfectly slicked back. His suit looked expensive.. His eyes had a frantic and desperate look that he could not hide. The news about the stock market had not lied. Jones Tech was losing money. He needed a miracle.

"Mr. Jones I presume" I said. My voice was smooth and empty of emotion. I did not offer my hand. I just looked at him with an indifference that made his jaw twitch.

"You must be June Dave" David said. His eyes narrowed as he looked at my face. He took a step closer. His brows pulled together in a tight frustrated line. He stared at my eyes then my lips. Back up to my short chestnut hair. "The mysterious majority shareholder of Morriston Tech. You have been causing a lot of trouble for my team."

"I do not think we have anything to discuss" I said. I turned back to the glass windows that looked out over the city. My heart was beating fast. I kept my posture straight. "Morriston Tech is not looking for a buyer. Especially not a company that is doing badly on the market."

"Listen to me June" David said. He stepped into my space and his breath smelled faintly of whiskey and expensive mints. He reached out to grab my elbow. I pulled my arm back before he could touch me. He froze with his hand in the air. "We need to talk. You look... Do I know you from somewhere"

"I highly doubt that Mr. Jones" I said. My body reacted in a way that I did not like as a cold sweat broke out across my shoulder blades. "I do not move in the circles as failing tech executives."

"No it is not that" David said. His eyes were locked on my chin. He was breathing harder. His fingers were tracing his lower lip as he stared at me. "Your voice. The way you stand. It feels like I have seen you before."

"You are grasping at straws because your company is dying" I said. I kept my tone sharp to throw him off. "If you will excuse me I have real business partners to attend to."

"We are not done yet" David said. His face turned red with anger. "Morriston Tech has the data we need to save our software launch. I do not care who you think you are June. You are going to sit down with me and sign a partnership agreement. I will make sure your company can not operate in this city."

"Is that a threat" I asked. I tilted my head. Let a slow mocking smile spread across my lips. "Because the time a man threatened me he ended up begging for mercy."

then my phone vibrated in my clutch. I pulled it out. Was glad for the interruption. The screen showed a number but I recognized the prefix. It was the line of the Valenti estate.

"Excuse me" I told David. I walked away before he could say anything. I went through the crowd of investors. Stepped into a quiet area near the emergency exit. I pressed the phone to my ear. "Hello"

"Have you looked at the papers yet" Dantes deep voice said. There was no greeting or small talk. He went to the point. "My grandfathers doctors just gave me an update. He wants to see me with a fiancée by the end of the week. If you sign the contract tonight the Valenti legal team will block David Jones from touching your shares by tomorrow morning."

"How do you know David is here" I asked. My fingers were gripping the phone tightly.

"I know everything that happens in Maverick City" Dante said. His voice was calm and commanding. "He is June. Desperate men do things. Sign the papers. Let me handle him."

"I can handle my problems Dante" I said. I used his name without thinking. "I did not build my company over five years just to hide behind another mans suit."

There was a silence on the line. I could hear his breathing and for a second the past five years threatened to overwhelm me. The way he spoke to me reminded me of a deep memory. I shook my head to clear the thought. It was impossible.

"You are stubborn" Dante said. His tone was lighter and almost amused. "I like that in a business partner.. Do not let your pride ruin your empire. The offer stands until midnight."

He hung up before I could say anything. I stared at the screen and my breath caught in my throat. I tucked the phone back into my bag. Stepped out of the quiet area. I immediately ran into David again. He was standing there with his arms crossed and a dark obsessive look on his face. He did not look angry anymore. He looked completely consumed by a thought.

"You are hiding something June" David said. His voice was quiet and dangerous. "I just called my assistant. He tracked your financial movements. Your company appeared out of five years ago funded by an offshore account that nobody can trace. Five years ago. That is the same time my runaway fiancée disappeared."

"I do not care about your history David" I said. I used his name with a cold bite that made him gasp.

"You called me David" he whispered. He stepped in front of me to block the doors to the elevator. His eyes were wide and almost manic. "You have been calling me Mr. Jones all night. Why did you just call me David"

"Because you are annoying me and I want you to get out of my way" I said. I pushed past him with all the authority I had. The elevator doors. I stepped inside. I pressed the button for the lobby. David tried to step in with me.. I used my heels to block the sensor and the doors shut between us. The last thing I saw was his furious face staring at me through the glass.

An hour later David was back in his office at Jones Tech. The room was a mess with papers over the desk. He could not stop thinking about the woman from the conference. The way she carried herself and the sharp twist of her lips. It was all wrong because Isabella had been an crying girl.. The eyes were identical.

"Sir" his assistant said. He knocked gently on the door. "I found the files you requested from the storage vault."

"Leave them on the desk and get out" David said. He did not look up from his tablet where he was scrolling through June Daves public profile pictures.

The assistant dropped a box on the desk and left. David ripped the top off the box. Pulled out old folders from his wedding planning five years ago. He tossed aside the menus and seating arrangements. Searched for something tangible.

His fingers finally brushed against a velvet pouch at the bottom of the box. He pulled it out. Opened it. Inside was a printed photograph that Isabella had given him on the night before their scheduled wedding. It was a picture of her when she was younger sitting on a bench in a park.

David held the photograph up to the light of his desk lamp. He picked up his tablet. Showed June Daves latest corporate portrait and held them side by side.

The hair color was different. The makeup was different. The expensive clothes and confident posture were completely opposite.. As Davids eyes dropped to the bottom of the photograph he noticed a tiny distinct detail. In the old picture Isabella was holding a toy car that she had saved from her childhood.

David zoomed in on the tablet screen. Looked at the background of the picture June Dave had taken inside her office. Sitting on the corner of her desk was that same battered toy car with a small scratch near the left wheel.

Davids breath caught in his throat. His chest rose and fell rapidly as a wild and terrifying realization washed over him. The papers, in his hand shook violently.

David whispered into the room. His eyes were wide, with shock and anger as he looked at the photograph. "It is you" David said. "You did not die, Isabella. You have been planning this the time, Isabella."

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