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 5
The gallery pulsed with the low hum of expensive chatter, the clinking of champagne glasses, and the faint scent of new paint. Amir, dazzling in a bespoke suit, moved through the crowd like a king, Hailie clinging to his arm, a wide-eyed ingénue. He spent money like it was water, buying up pieces from Hailie' s collection-vibrant, raw, undeniably youthful. His choices mirrored the impulsive, passionate gifts he used to shower on me in our early days. It was a cruel echo, a performance he was now staging for someone else.
Amir' s every move was meticulously choreographed, a grand show for the public and, I realized with a fresh wave of nausea, for Hailie. He was molding her into his next masterpiece, and she, with her innocent act, was a willing clay.
"Oh, Amir, it's just so beautiful!" Hailie gushed, her voice a little too loud, drawing attention. She clutched a painting of a lone, soaring bird. "You always know exactly what I love."
She glanced at me, her eyes sparkling with a malicious glee that belied her sweet smile. "Dr. Franklin, you're so lucky to have such a generous husband. I only wish I had someone to spoil me like this."
Amir chuckled, pulling her closer. "Hailie, darling, you deserve the best." He turned to me, his smile tight. "Blake, why don't you gift this piece to Hailie? It would mean so much to her. A gesture of friendship, of support, especially for Keon."
My breath hitched. Another painting. Another piece of Keon' s memory twisted for his sake. He was using Keon' s name as a weapon, a manipulative tool to further his new obsession. The pain was a sharp, physical agony in my chest. But my face remained impassive. I couldn' t give him the satisfaction.
"Of course," I said, my voice flat, almost robotic. "Hailie, please accept it."
Amir took the painting from my hands, his touch brushing mine, and presented it to Hailie with a flourish. His eyes were only for her as he gently placed it into her arms. "There, my dear," he murmured, his gaze soft and adoring. "A symbol of your soaring spirit."
Hailie giggled, a childish, affected sound, and batted her eyelashes at him. "You're too kind, Amir. What would I do without you?"
"You'll never have to find out," he promised, his thumb stroking her cheek.
I couldn' t bear it anymore. The air felt thin, suffocating. I needed to escape. Excusing myself, I slipped away from the dazzling crowd, seeking refuge in a quiet corridor away from the main hall. My head throbbed. The wound from the fall still ached, a constant reminder of his casual cruelty.
A moment later, I heard footsteps behind me. Hailie. Her presence was like a cold shadow.
"Enjoying the show, Blake?" Her voice, stripped of its saccharine sweetness, was a venomous hiss. Her eyes, usually wide and innocent, were now hard, glittering with triumph.
I kept walking, my gaze fixed on the ornate wallpaper. "I have nothing to say to you, Hailie."
"Oh, but I have plenty to say to you," she purred, quickening her pace to walk beside me. "Amir told me you tried to get him to choose you over me. How pathetic. He told you, didn't he? He'll always choose me. I'm young, I'm fresh, I'm what he truly desires. You're just... old news." She chuckled, a cruel, mocking sound. "Wrinkles are starting to show, Blake. And no amount of Botox will hide the expiry date on your face."
I stopped, turning slowly to face her. My gaze was steady, cold. "You are a child, Hailie. And you're playing a dangerous game."
"Oh, am I?" she challenged, her eyes narrowing. "Or am I just smarter than you? I'm getting everything you ever wanted, Blake. His love, his money, his attention. Every single thing." She stepped closer, her face contorted with malice. "And you know what the best part is? He doesn't even see it. He thinks he's saving me. He thinks I'm innocent. He thinks you're the problem."
"You're nothing but a parasite," I said, my voice low, trembling with a controlled rage. "You're feeding off his narcissism, and you'll be discarded just like all the others."
Her face twisted. "No! He loves me! He promised me forever!" She lunged, shoving me hard. "He loves me, not you!"
I stumbled backward. My foot caught on the plush carpet. The ornate railing of the grand staircase bit into my back. Then, I was falling. Tumbling down the marble steps, a sickening lurch in my stomach. The edge of a step slammed into my head. Pain exploded behind my eyes, then a warm, wet sensation. Blood.
Hailie stood at the top of the stairs, her eyes wide with feigned horror. She quickly tore at her expensive dress, ruffled her hair, and then began to scream, a high-pitched, piercing sound. "He-e-elp! She attacked me! She tried to push me down! She tried to steal my painting!"
Then, I heard it. Amir's voice, laced with fury. "Blake! What have you done?!"
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9.3
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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?