Scars Of Betrayal: The Billionaire's Sweet Revenge
Carli followed an anonymous text to a dark garage, only to find her fiancé of seven years tangled with another woman in his Porsche.
She smashed his window, threw her engagement ring at his face, and walked away.
But the betrayal didn't stop there. Her own family sided with the cheater. Her father slapped her across the face so hard she bled, demanding she hand over her late aunt's trust fund.
"If you don't do exactly as you're told tonight, I will freeze every credit card in your name," her father roared.
Forced to attend the exclusive Gutierrez family gala, Carli watched her ex-fiancé parade his cheap mistress to humiliate her, while her stepsister tried to publicly ruin her.
Suddenly, a violent screech echoed as the massive crystal chandelier above them snapped from the ceiling.
In a split second of pure instinct, Vaughn shoved his mistress to safety and threw himself to the ground, completely abandoning Carli to be crushed.
Staring up at the plummeting glass, Carli felt the crushing reality that her entire life had been surrounded by monsters.
But the fatal impact never came.
A massive force yanked her into a hard chest, shielding her body entirely from the explosive shrapnel.
Carli opened her eyes to find Fletcher Gutierrez—the ruthless billionaire king of Wall Street and the masked stranger from her reckless one-night stand—bleeding heavily over her.
Feeling his warm blood on her hands, Carli knew the game had just changed.
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Chapter 3
Carli sat at her desk, staring at the computer screen.
Ding.
An email from her lawyer in Los Angeles popped up. Attached was the final draft of the trust transfer agreement. Carli clicked download and sent it to her printer. The machine hummed, spitting out the thick stack of legal papers.
She slid the documents into a brown manila envelope.
Her phone rang. It was a FaceTime call from her best friend, Phoebe.
Carli took a deep breath. She forced her facial muscles to relax and answered the call.
Phoebe's face filled the screen. She was wearing a green clay face mask. Her eyes narrowed instantly.
"You have red veins in your eyes," Phoebe said. "What happened last night?"
Carli didn't try to lie. "I went to the garage. I caught Vaughn and Isla in his car."
Phoebe ripped the face mask off her skin. "That motherfucker!" she screamed. She unleashed a string of brutal curses that echoed through Carli's quiet apartment.
Carli let out a long breath. Her shoulders dropped. Hearing Phoebe yell made the knot in her chest loosen just a little.
"Where is the ring?" Phoebe demanded.
"I threw it at his face," Carli said.
"Good," Phoebe said fiercely. "Did it leave a mark?"
"I hope so," Carli said. She didn't mention the club. She didn't mention the masked man. "Keri called me this morning. She wants me to take Lilah to the Gutierrez gala tonight."
Phoebe scoffed. "She wants Lilah to hook up with Julian Gutierrez. It's so obvious."
"I know," Carli said. She held up the manila envelope to the camera. "But I'm using it. I told Keri I'd do it if she signs over Edna's trust fund today."
Phoebe nodded slowly. "Smart. But read every single word before she signs. Keri is a snake."
At the mention of Edna, Carli's chest tightened again. She opened her desk drawer and pulled out an old wooden cigar box. She opened the lid. Inside lay a few of Edna's design sketches, a worn copy of a French novel they used to read together during Edna's years in Paris, and a faded strawberry-shaped hairpin.
"I still don't believe the avalanche was an accident," Carli whispered. She ran her thumb over the plastic strawberry.
"I'll call my uncle in Geneva," Phoebe said softly. "He has some connections in the city. It's a long shot, and he might not be willing to dig into closed files, but I can ask him to pull some strings and see what he can find. Don't get your hopes up, but we will try to find out what happened to her, Carli."
"Thank you," Carli said.
They hung up. Carli felt a surge of adrenaline in her blood. She walked into her closet and pulled out a sharp, black tailored suit. She put it on. The stiff fabric made her feel like she was wearing armor.
She shoved the envelope into her leather tote bag, grabbed her car keys, and walked out of her apartment.
She walked down the narrow hallway and pressed the elevator button.
The metal doors slid open.
Carli stopped breathing.
Vaughn was standing inside the elevator. He looked terrible. His hair was messy, and he was holding a massive bouquet of red roses.
Carli's stomach churned. The smell of the roses mixed with the memory of the garage. She felt physically sick.
Vaughn saw her suit. His eyes widened slightly, then he put on a sad, desperate face. He stepped out of the elevator and reached for her hand.
Carli jerked her arm back. She pressed her back against the wall to get away from him.
"Carli, please," Vaughn begged. His voice was raspy. "Just give me five minutes. Let me explain."
Carli stared at the red roses. "I'm allergic to pollen, Vaughn. You dated me for seven years and you still don't know that."
Vaughn's face froze. He slowly lowered the flowers. "It was a mistake," he rushed out. "Isla means nothing. I was drunk. I was stressed about the merger-"
Carli looked at her watch. "I don't care. Move out of my way. I have somewhere to be."
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9.3
Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him.
She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort.
But Benton didn't take the charity.
Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him.
When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face.
Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician.
Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below.
Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her.
She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man.
But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion.
How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power?
"You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you."
Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.
7.2
Azura Briggs was just a broke college student working freezing valet shifts to pay her adoptive mother's crushing medical debt.
Her desperate life shattered the night a bulletproof Maybach violently cornered her in an alley, and a ruthless billionaire kidnapped her by mistake.
After a harrowing escape, Azura was forced to take a humiliating "plus-one" gig at a high-end gala just to survive. But her date turned out to be the billionaire's arrogant nephew, who promptly abandoned her to the wolves. Cornered by a sleazy executive and his psychotic wife, Azura was publicly slapped, her dress torn, and left bleeding on the floor while hundreds of elites watched in disgust.
Just as she prepared to fight to the death, the crowd violently parted. Hunter Mcintosh, the terrifying man who had kidnapped her days ago, dropped to his knees in the broken glass and wrapped his bespoke jacket around her trembling shoulders.
Azura was completely paralyzed. Why was the monster who threatened her life now destroying billionaires just to protect her?
But the illusion of safety didn't last. Trapped in his Maybach hours later, Hunter threw a draconian employment contract at her feet.
"Sign it, and her care is covered. Forever."
He knew exactly how to break her. He was offering to pay off her mother's debt, but only if she signed her life away to become his personal assistant. With no other way out, Azura picked up the heavy pen.
8.7
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella.
Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark.
But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved.
Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies.
When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel.
While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest.
The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella.
He ordered my father to punish me.
I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth.
That night, the love in my heart finally died.
On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven.
Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney.
By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.
8.9
My family's company went bankrupt, and my biological father was lying in the ICU, kept alive by machines that cost tens of thousands a day.
I thought it was just a tragic business failure, until I caught my mother in bed with my stepfather.
They had secretly transferred all our assets months ago, deliberately bankrupting the company and leaving my father to die.
To pay the hospital bills, my stepfather forced me to a private club, trying to sell me to a sleazy investor.
When I refused, he slapped me across the face, and my mother just looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"Be realistic, Jaelynn. A woman's body is a tool. Use it to get what you need."
Later, right before my father's emergency surgery, my stepfather signed a Do Not Resuscitate order and froze the medical accounts.
"If you don't get on your knees and spread your legs for him, I will tell the hospital to pull your father's plug."
Standing in the freezing rain, covered in mud and blood, I stared at the astronomical hospital bill in my hand.
My own family had plotted to murder my father and sell me to the highest bidder. The betrayal shattered every ounce of sanity I had left.
I didn't cry or beg them anymore.
Instead, I pulled out a water-stained, gold-embossed business card.
It belonged to Dolph Valentine, the most ruthless billionaire in New York and my ex-fiancé's uncle.
If they wanted to destroy my life, I was going to sell my soul to the biggest monster of them all and drag them straight to hell.