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 6
Hailie, still at the top of the stairs, was a picture of terrified innocence, her voice trembling as she pointed at me. "She... she just snapped! She said I was a parasite, and she tried to push me! She wanted to ruin my debut!" She clutched her arm, a red mark appearing on her pale skin where she had obviously pinched herself. "She even tried to grab my painting, the one Amir just bought me!"
Amir was already halfway up the stairs, his face a mask of incandescent rage. He didn' t even glance at my crumpled form, my head bleeding onto the pristine marble. His eyes were fixed on Hailie, full of concern.
"Hailie, darling. Are you alright?" He reached her, wrapping an arm around her, shielding her from me.
"She called me a parasite," Hailie whimpered into his shoulder. "She said I was stealing from you, and she tried to hurt me! I just... I just pushed her away."
Amir turned his furious gaze on me, lying at the bottom of the stairs, my vision swimming. "Blake! What is wrong with you?" he roared, his voice echoing through the silent corridor. "Are you really so petty, so consumed by jealousy? To attack a young woman, on her big night, over a painting?" He gestured towards the painting Hailie was still clutching, an ironic symbol of her manufactured victimhood. "Have you no decency? No respect for her talent? For Keon's memory?"
I tried to speak, to explain, but my throat was tight, choked with blood and disbelief. A metallic taste filled my mouth. "Amir... she..."
Hailie, sensing my struggle, quickly cut me off. "She was just so angry, Amir. I think she's... she's not well. She's been so distant since Keon..." She let her voice trail off, a masterstroke of manipulation.
Amir didn't hesitate. He gently lifted Hailie, cradling her in his arms as if she were made of glass. "Come on, my love. We're going to the hospital. You're clearly in shock." He glanced down at me, a flicker of contempt in his eyes. "Someone call a medic for her," he tossed over his shoulder, his voice dismissive. "She can take care of herself."
Hailie, nestled safely in his arms, looked over his shoulder at me, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "Be careful, Blake," she purred, her voice sweet and fake. "Wouldn't want you to fall again."
Amir didn't look back. He just carried her away, his entire focus on his new "muse." He walked right past me, his expensive shoes nearly brushing my outstretched hand, the hem of his tailored suit jacket sweeping over the stark red stain spreading on the marble. He didn't see me. He didn't care.
I lay there, on the cold, hard floor, the ornate ceiling far above me, spinning. My head throbbed. The pain was excruciating, but it was nothing compared to the crushing weight in my chest. For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. His vows, once so sacred, now echoed in my mind, a mockery. The "till death do us part" had an expiry date. And I was long past it.
My world was shrinking, suffocating. I tried to call for help, but only a raspy whisper escaped my lips. The pain, the betrayal, the chilling indifference of the man who once promised me everything-it was too much. The darkness crept in, a welcome oblivion. I closed my eyes, silently begging for it to take me too.
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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."
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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
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7.7
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