My Billionaire Husband's Deadly Betrayal
My husband, tech billionaire Amir Carter, was a god in Chicago. For five years, he was the perfect husband, and I, a pediatric doctor, believed I had finally tamed the infamous playboy.
But when my brother Keon needed an urgent heart transplant, everything fell apart. The donor Amir found was a young singer-exactly his type.
On the day of the surgery, as my brother was dying, I found my husband comforting her.
"Don't pressure her, Blake," he said. "She's delicate."
Then the call came. My brother was dead. Amir didn't even notice, annoyed that I was stressing out his new project.
He pushed me down a flight of stairs, crashed his car into my taxi to protect her, and gave her the last gift my brother ever made for me.
He saw me bleeding on the floor and walked right past, his only concern for the woman who let my brother die. My fairy tale was a lie. I was just another one of his seasonal projects, now completed and discarded.
He took everything from me. So I signed the divorce papers, refused his millions, and vanished. Now, he's left alone with the truth: he killed my brother, and he didn't even know it.
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Chapter 3
"You're really leaving us, Dr. Franklin?" Nurse Miller's voice was soft, laced with genuine sorrow. She had been with me through countless late nights, countless triumphs and losses.
"Yes, Miller," I replied, my voice steady, as I packed the last of my meager personal effects into a small box. "It's time."
She wrung her hands. "I'm so sorry about Keon, Blake. He was such a sweet boy." Her eyes welled up.
I just nodded, the familiar ache in my chest momentarily sharpening. "Thank you."
"And... I heard about you and Mr. Carter," she ventured, her gaze flicking to the gossip magazines on the breakroom table, where Amir and Hailie's smiling faces screamed from every cover. "It's such a shock. He seemed so perfect, so devoted to you."
A bitter smile touched my lips. "He was very good at playing a part." I picked up the box. "I wish you all the best, Miller."
As I stepped out of the hospital, the crisp Chicago air hit me, a refreshing slap against my still-aching skin. I walked towards the curb, my mind a blank slate. I just needed to get away.
A sleek black car, Amir's usual model, pulled up silently. My stomach clenched. I hadn't expected him. I hadn't wanted to see him.
The back door opened. My eyes widened. Hailie was in the front passenger seat, her head tilted, looking tiny and innocent. Amir was behind the wheel. They were holding hands.
A wave of nausea washed over me. I wanted to turn, to run, but my feet felt rooted to the pavement. I had to get this over with.
Amir gave me a tight, unreadable smile. "Get in, Blake. We need to talk."
I slid into the back seat, the plush leather cold against my skin. The air inside the car was thick with their perfume, a cloying sweetness that made me want to gag. Hailie turned to face me, her eyes wide. "Blake! I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were leaving the hospital today. We were just... visiting." Her voice was a soft whisper, laced with fake concern.
I met her gaze, no emotion in my own. "It's fine, Hailie."
"You're quitting your job?" Amir asked, his voice clipped, not quite irritated, but definitely not concerned. "Why? Is everything alright with Keon?"
My jaw tightened. He still didn't know. He hadn't bothered to ask. "Keon is gone, Amir," I said, my voice flat. "He died."
The car went silent. A muscle twitched in Amir's jaw. Hailie gasped, a perfectly theatrical sound. "Oh, Blake! I'm so, so sorry. I... I had no idea."
"Of course, you didn't," I mumbled, more to myself than to them.
"This is terrible," Amir said, a practiced frown on his face. "I'm so sorry, darling. Why didn't you call me?"
"I tried," I said, my voice still devoid of emotion. "You were busy."
He sighed, a long-suffering sound. "Look, this is not the place. Let's go to dinner. We can... talk about everything. Keon, your job. We should mourn together."
My stomach churned. Mourn together? With Hailie, the reason Keon was gone? But I just nodded, a puppet on strings. I needed to get through this.
The restaurant was a hushed, dimly lit affair, the kind Amir loved. He monopolized the conversation, talking about Hailie's burgeoning music career, her "fragile artistic soul," her need for constant support. He ordered her favorite wine, cut her food, wiped a smudge from her lip with his thumb. He was the picture of a doting lover.
Hailie, emboldened by Amir's attention, kept glancing at me, a sly smirk playing on her lips. "It's so sweet of Amir to look after me," she cooed, her voice saccharine. "He's always so thoughtful. You're so lucky, Blake."
I just picked at my food, the taste of ashes in my mouth. I kept my face blank, my emotions locked away.
Amir excused himself at one point, taking a call from his assistant. "Just a quick business matter, darling," he said, patting Hailie's hand. "I'll be right back."
As the elevator doors slid shut, separating us from Amir, Hailie's demeanor shifted. The innocent facade dropped, replaced by a predatory glint in her eyes.
"So," she said, her voice no longer soft, but sharp, brittle. "The doctor is finally out of a job. And out of a husband. What a shame." She took a sip of her wine, her eyes narrowed. "You know, Amir said you were getting old, Blake. Said you were losing your spark. He prefers younger women, with fresh ideas, fresh perspectives."
I stared at her, my blood running cold. So this was her true face. "He said that?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
She laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Oh, darling, he says a lot of things. But actions speak louder, don't they? He chose me. He chose my future over your dying past."
I pushed back my chair, a sudden surge of adrenaline coursing through me. "I need to go."
"Oh, planning on running away?" she taunted, standing up too. "Just like you ran from your dying brother's bedside?"
Her words were a punch to the gut. I turned, my hand reaching for the call button for the elevator. This was too much.
She lunged, a sudden, unexpected shove to my back. "Stay right where you are, you old hag!"
I gasped, losing my footing. My head hit something hard. The world spun, then plunged into darkness.
The last thing I heard before the blackness consumed me was Hailie's shrill scream, perfectly timed. "Amir! Help me! She attacked me!"
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As their unconventional marriage unfolds, Ella navigates a tumultuous relationship with Ben, who remains guarded and distant, causing emotional turmoil and self-doubt. Despite enduring humiliation and mistreatment, Ella finds strength in her resolve to succeed and provide for her loved ones. When Ben unexpectedly reveals his vulnerability and confesses his love for her on the eve of their contract's end, Ella must confront her feelings and decide the future of their relationship.
Through perseverance and unwavering determination, Ella and Ben embark on a journey of healing and personal growth, forging a genuine bond built on trust and mutual respect. As they navigate the complexities of their evolving connection, they discover the transformative power of love, forgiveness, and second chances. Together, they embark on a new chapter of their lives, embracing the promise of a harmonious and fulfilling future.
Amidst a backdrop of betrayal, ambition, and redemption, Ella and Ben's intertwined destinies culminate in a poignant tale of resilience, compassion, and the enduring pursuit of happiness and fulfillment in the face of adversity.
9.0
I stood in the center of the Pierre Hotel’s grand ballroom, a mute, smiling doll in a Dior dress. My job was to signal stability to investors while my fiancé, Clive Fitzpatrick, looked for any excuse to ignore me.
The night of our engagement, the world turned into a different kind of hell. I watched Clive disappear onto the terrace with another woman, his hand possessively on her waist. Distraught and drunk, I stumbled into a dark penthouse suite seeking sanctuary. I woke up the next morning to a gravelly voice and the smell of expensive tobacco. I hadn't slept with my fiancé; I had accidentally spent the night with his uncle, Bruno Fitzpatrick—the man Wall Street called the "executioner."
The humiliation was only the beginning. Clive didn't just cheat; he admitted he was only marrying me to steal my family's voting rights so I could "rot" in an apartment while he lived with his mistress. When I tried to protest, my adoptive mother, Claudia, dragged me into a private room and whipped me with a riding crop to remind me of my place. She held up a video of my frail, sick sister, Lucia, making it clear that my total obedience was the only thing keeping Lucia alive. I was a business asset to be traded, used, and beaten into submission.
I couldn't understand why everyone I was supposed to trust was so eager to destroy me. Was I really just a mannequin to be discarded once the merger papers were signed? The marks on my back burned, but the ice in my veins was colder. I was done being the victim of a mediocre man and a heartless mother.
Then Bruno offered me a way out. At the family dinner, right in front of my cheating fiancé, he proposed a lethal bet: if I could raise the company’s stock by ten percent in thirty days, he would give me his board veto—the ultimate power to crush Clive and Claudia forever. If I failed, I would owe him any favor he asked. I looked at the man who had ruined me and the man who wanted to own me, and I realized I had nothing left to lose. I wasn't going to be a doll anymore; I was going to be the one who burned the house down.
9.7
For three years, I played the role of a devoted, naive wife to billionaire Conrad Whitney. I hid my true identity and foolishly believed in our fairy tale.
Then he handed me a harsh divorce agreement, ordering me to sign and walk away with absolutely nothing. He was leaving me to marry Cindy, the fragile woman he claimed had saved him from a fire.
He expected me to cry and beg. Instead, he watched coldly as Cindy and her family illegally transferred my father's trust fund. When I confronted them at the hospital, Conrad shielded her, calling me a greedy, toxic viper. He mocked me, completely blind to the fact that Cindy was a fraud. He truly believed I was just a pathetic, useless housewife who would be utterly destroyed without his money and status.
I looked at the man I had actually dragged out of that burning debris with my own soot-covered hands. My trauma, my sacrifices, and my love had all been reduced to a joke by his sheer arrogance and a few fake tears from a manipulative liar.
I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly signed the papers, drugged his wine, and left a crumpled one-dollar bill on his unconscious chest with a sticky note mocking his terrible service.
Then, I picked up my encrypted phone. It was time for the world's top surgeon, Dr. Hades, to return, and for Conrad to finally see the god he had just thrown away.
7.4
I was freezing to death in an abandoned cabin, desperately waiting for my fiancé to save me.
Instead, my phone flickered with a video from my adopted sister.
She was smiling as she confessed that she and my fiancé had orchestrated my kidnapping, and my parents' fatal plane crash, just to steal my family's trust fund.
When I called him with my dying breath, he mocked me for faking a PR stunt and hung up.
I died in the sub-zero blizzard, consumed by absolute despair.
But as a ghost, I watched my greatest business rival, the ruthless billionaire Collins, kick down the doors of my mansion.
He didn't just mourn me.
He shot my fiancé, trapped my sister, and set the entire place on fire, choosing to burn alive in the inferno just to avenge me.
I couldn't understand why the man I had publicly despised for a decade loved me so fiercely, while the people I gave everything to wanted me dead.
Opening my eyes again, I was back backstage on the night I won my Oscar, four years ago.
My fiancé smiled, holding out his arms to hug me.
I pushed him away in disgust, marched straight into the crowded theater, and kissed my billionaire rival on live television.
"Let's get married tomorrow."
This time, I would use him to burn them all to the ground.
9.3
New York City is a place where reputations are built carefully,and destroyed just as quickly.
Five years ago, the Hart family's respected business collapsed under mysterious circumstances, leaving them disgraced and financially ruined. Since then, Isabella Hart has lived quietly on the modest side of the city, keeping her past buried and her life carefully controlled.
Nathaniel Blackwood lives in a different world entirely.
Young, powerful, and dangerously private, the billionaire strategist commands boardrooms and fortunes with effortless precision. His life is defined by control, discipline... and a loneliness no amount of wealth can hide.
When Isabella's path unexpectedly crosses with Nathaniel's, two very different worlds collide, but as their connection deepens, secrets from the past begin to surface, threatening to expose the truth behind the Hart family's downfall.
And the closer Isabella gets to the man she was certain she would hate...
the harder it becomes to walk away.
7.7
Nichole's perfect life crumbles when she discovers her husband, Blake Williams Hamilton, is having an affair with his childhood sweetheart. Her heartbreak turns into a nightmare when she's falsely accused of poisoning his mistress and forced to sign divorce papers while locked away. Betrayed and humiliated, Nichole realizes she's been living a lie.
Just as she hits rock bottom, her ex-fiancé, Adrian Gonzalez, steps in to save her from the clutches of Blake.
Now Nichole must step in as the heiress to Valmont Empires, Orion Heights' most powerful conglomerate.
Determined to rise from the ashes, Nichole embraces the opportunity, stepping into a world of power, deception, and second chances. But as she works to rebuild her life and seek revenge, she must also confront the lingering question: Can she truly trust Adrian, or is his help just another trap?