THE BILLIONAIRE'S BETRAYAL: Married To My Ex's Brother
"I GAVE HIM MY LOYALTY. HE LEFT ME TO ROT."
He promised to save her. Instead, he let her take the fall. River was his loyal PA, his fiancée, his secret keeper. But when the crimes Rowan Kane committed came to light, it was she who took the fall and he left her behind bars to rot. The day she walks free, she's in labor with his child. And just two days later, she receives the final blow: He's marrying her best friend. Betrayed. Alone. Furious.
River vows revenge. But fate sends her someone unexpected: Killian Kane, her ex's older brother-once discarded, now powerful and hell-bent on reclaiming what was stolen from him. Including revenge. Including her. He offers River a contract marriage: two years of pretending, plotting, and rising to the top together. But in the shadows of vengeance, something real begins to bloom. Love wasn't part of the plan. But neither was war. Will revenge bring them the justice they crave or awaken a passion neither of them is ready for?
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Chapter 1
River's POV
"Inmate 304, you've been released." I heard the cold voice of the warder, who had made my life a living hell in this prison. I'm very sure she was sent by the devil to punish me, and every time I hear her voice, I get disgusted.
My face slowly rose from the worn-out concrete floor, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. I've been feeling nauseous for months now, but I brushed it off as exhaustion from prison life.
Nine months of hard labour, endless nights spent on a thin mattress, and the weight of betrayal hung heavy on my shoulders. My fiancé Rowan, who was also my boss, was the reason I had ended up here.
He had promised to bail me out after two months after I agreed to cover up his crimes, but I guess it didn't just work out, and I ended up serving 9 months.
Silence filled the void where his promises once lay; my heart still ached from the wounds of his abandonment. With a groan, I pushed myself up, my joints creaking in protest.
My legs trembled beneath me, threatening to collapse. I finally stood up, trying to steady myself, when I suddenly felt a sharp, stabbing pain pierce my abdomen, stealing my breath.
"Ahh!" I cried out, clutching my stomach as the agony intensified. My vision became blurry, and my knees buckled as I collapsed onto the cold floor, my palms scraping against the rough concrete.
"Help..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. The warder's expression remained unchanged, her eyes cold as stone. "Are you trying to be an actress right now, 304?" She asked.
I still couldn't move as the pain consumed me. My screams echoed through the cold, grey walls as I clutched my stomach, overwhelmed by searing pain. "Why now?" I cried, tears streaming down my face. "I just got released..."
But no one responded...the warder, the other inmates...everyone turned a blind eye. Suddenly, the warder rushed out the moment she figured I wasn't joking. "Stay here; I'll get help!" she called over her shoulder.
In no time more warders burst in, their faces filled with concern. "We need to get her up," one said, and with that, they held my hands, lifting me. And then I felt it...a warm gush spreading down my legs.
"No...no...this can't be happening to me," I whispered, horror-stricken. One of the warders glanced down. "Did your water just break?" She asked, and her eyes widened in shock.
Many thoughts ran through my mind. How? The warders quickly supported me, guiding me out of the room. "We need to get you to the clinic, now," she yelled.
The warders rushed me to the cell's clinic, their grip tight as I stumbled. My whole body was trembling as fear sank in. "I didn't know I was pregnant..." I whispered, tears streaming down my face.
As we entered the clinic, the bright lights and antiseptic smell overwhelmed me. The nurses swarmed around, their faces blurred. A kind-faced nurse helped me onto the hospital bed, her hands gentle.
"A cryptic pregnancy," the doctor murmured. "It's rare, but it happens." I felt the sharp pain seize me again, making me scream in agony.
The doctor's voice became urgent. "It's time, 304; we need to get your baby out." The doctor moved swiftly, preparing me for delivery. I felt exposed and vulnerable.
"Push!" the doctor urged, her voice firm but encouraging. I screamed, my body straining. The pain consumed me, unlike anything I'd experienced before.
"It hurts, doctor," I cried, my voice hoarse. "Just one more push, 304," the doctor coaxed. With a final surge, I screamed again, pushing.
The pain peaked, and then... silence.
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A tiny cry filled the room. "It's a baby girl," the doctor announced, smiling. Tears of joy and shock streamed down my face as the nurse placed my daughter in my arms. I couldn't believe I was a mother now.
As the nurses tended to me and my baby girl, my thoughts turned to Rowan: Would he accept this child? The uncertainty lingered, but one thing was clear: my life had forever changed.
I cradled my baby girl, still surprised at the fact I had just been released and now I have a child. I never imagined giving birth in prison or that I was even pregnant.
"River!"
I turned to the familiar voice. Nova, my best friend and my lawyer. "Awwww, River, I'm so happy for you!" Nova exclaimed, rushing to my side.
"How come you never told me you were pregnant?" She said, her face full of shock. "I had a cryptic pregnancy, Nova," I smiled weakly. Nova had saved me from a lifetime in prison, working tirelessly to prove my innocence.
"Thank you, Nova," I whispered, grasping Nova's hand. "River, are you okay? You seem... lost," Nova asked.
"I'm fine, just overwhelmed," I replied, avoiding eye contact. "You deserve better than someone who abandoned you," Nova said gently.
"I know, but Rowan... he's different. He's busy, that's all," I rationalised. "Anyway, you're free, River. And now, you have a precious reason to start anew."
As I gazed at my baby, I knew Nova was right. This little one was my second chance. After a few hours, the hospital discharged me, Nova arranged for a cab, and in no time I was back home.
Thankful for Nova; she had already helped me clean up my apartment and ordered a few things I needed while we were at the hospital. My thoughts swirled to Rowan; maybe he had been trying to help me get out too.
I couldn't bear the thought of him abandoning me just like that. "I love him so much," I said subconsciously. I dialled Rowan's number repeatedly, but it went straight to voicemail.
"Maybe he's busy," I said to Nova, trying to sound convinced. Nova nodded sympathetically, her expression sceptical. I paced back and forth, my phone glued to my ear.
I had been calling Rowan and his assistant all day, but no one answered. "River, you just gave birth. Please rest. Why don't you try tomorrow?" Nova suggested.
My eyes welled up with tears. "I just want to see him." Nova's expression softened. "He'll come around tomorrow. Rest now, okay? Your baby's asleep."
"I'll see you tomorrow, River. I have a case to handle in the morning." I didn't say a word as I moved to Nova, hugging her tightly.
"Thank you for everything, Nova, and I know you're going to crash that case tomorrow," I said, giving her a smile and watching her leave. I looked down at my baby girl, sleeping peacefully.
"Mummy is here for you," I said, allowing the tears I had been holding to fall.
~Two days later~
Rowan's voicemail greeted me again. I slammed my fist on the bed in frustration. Why Rowan? Don't you know I have been released?
Immediately an idea struck me: what if I take my baby to Rowan's home, surprising him? I knew he didn't like it when I came over unannounced, but I had no choice right now.
I tried to call his assistant again; this time around he picked up, but there was silence. "Why isn't he saying anything?" I wondered.
Just then, my phone buzzed with an anonymous text: "Meet Rowan at The Emerald Grand Hotel." My heart skipped a beat. Was this his assistant?
I quickly grabbed my baby's things, covered her properly, and called a cab. "The Emerald Grand Hotel, please," I instructed the driver. As we drove, so many questions ran through my mind.
What would Rowan say? Would he be happy to see me and our child? We arrived at the hotel, and my eyes widened. The entrance was buzzing with people, fancy decorations, and flashing cameras.
I couldn't help but wonder what Rowan was doing here. I took a deep breath, paid for the fare, and stepped out. Another text arrived: "Come inside, River. He's waiting." My smile widened.
Did Rowan want to surprise me? I pushed through the crowd, my baby snug in my arms. And the moment I entered the main hall, my smile froze.
In front of me was Rowan exchanging vows with no other person than my best friend Nova!
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9.2
After catching my fiancé cheating with my adoptive sister, I broke off our engagement on the spot.
In retaliation, my abusive adoptive parents sold me to Kaelen Knight, the Lycan King, to clear our pack's debts.
He was rumored to be a ruthless, reclusive monster who had been horribly crippled in a fire centuries ago.
To ensure my absolute ruin, my sister planted fake love letters to my ex in my luggage and anonymously destroyed my university scholarship, cutting off my only escape route to the human world.
"A wolfless whore. You planned to drug me," Kaelen sneered, looking at the fake evidence with absolute disgust.
Believing I was a spy, my new husband had his guards throw me into the freezing woods with the Dire Wolves, leaving me to survive the night alone.
I was just a broken, wolfless Omega, entirely at the mercy of a cruel, powerless Lycan and a family that wanted me dead.
But I was wrong about him being powerless.
One night, I accidentally saw him rise from his wheelchair, his tall frame radiating an overwhelming, lethal aura.
He wasn't crippled at all.
The secret I thought was my shield was actually a loaded gun pointed at my head. Trapped with a terrifying predator, I had to stop playing the victim and fight for my life.
8.1
My husband, Alpha Kaeden, once looked at me with adoration. But after he brought Clemmie home, his eyes turned cold, glazed over by the "herbal tea" she fed him.
Now, I lay chained to a steel table in the dungeon, the smell of my own burning flesh filling the air.
Kaeden stood over me, indifferent to my screams. He ordered the guards to electrocute me through silver cuffs—the poison of our kind—even though he knew I was carrying his pup.
But torture wasn't the end goal. I froze when I heard the doctor’s question.
"The transplant carries risks, Alpha. Taking a heart from a living donor..."
Clemmie didn't just want my husband; she wanted my heart to cure her "sickness" and steal my White Wolf power.
I waited for Kaeden to refuse. Instead, he rubbed his temples and delivered my death sentence.
"Harvest the heart. Dispose of the rest."
"And the fetus?" the doctor asked.
"Incinerate it."
Those words killed me faster than the silver. I died on the operating table that night, my heart flatlining for three minutes to stage my death.
Kaeden thinks I am ash in a jar. He thinks he saved his mistress.
But when I opened my eyes in the safe house, they weren't brown anymore. They were glowing silver.
Beside me, my daughter slept, alive and radiating ancient power.
The weak Luna is dead. The White Wolf has risen.
And I am going home to take back my pack.
8.9
I lay on a mildewed mattress in a run-down motel, my body trembling from withdrawal. Once the most feared "Gossip Queen" in Hollywood, I was now a forty-three-year-old ghost staring at a cracked mirror, waiting for the end.
The door clicked open, and Brittany Potts stepped in, looking immaculate in a beige trench coat that cost more than my life. She didn't come to help; she tossed a waiver of marital assets onto my bed and handed me a cup of coffee laced with something that smelled like bitter almonds.
She laughed, telling me my husband, Bennet, was already in the Bahamas celebrating my death. I froze when I saw the sapphire pendant around her neck—my mother’s necklace, which had vanished the day she died. As the poison began to burn through my chest, Brittany leaned in and whispered her final secret: she was the one who cut the brake lines on the car that killed my father when we were teenagers.
My entire life had been a lie. The pills, the scandal, the bankruptcy—it was all a masterpiece of betrayal orchestrated by the two people I trusted most. I died on that filthy floor, suffocating on my own rage and the taste of chemicals, praying for a single chance to make them pay.
But when I opened my eyes, the pain was gone. I was sitting in my old bedroom, the morning sun shining on a calendar that read September 15, 2024. My mother’s voice, warm and alive, called me for breakfast from downstairs. I was eighteen again, back in my senior year at Crestview Academy, and the monsters who destroyed me were still pretending to be my friends. This time, I’m the one who holds the shears.
9.5
Seven words
9.5
Mara Vance never expected her life to shatter in an instant. But one late-night message-seven careless words never meant for her-exposes the truth her fiancé thought he'd buried.
"She won't suspect anything tonight."
Betrayal should have broken her.
Instead, it sharpened her.
While Marcus scrambles to keep his perfect image intact, Mara begins a quiet, calculated unraveling of everything he cherishes. Not loud. Not messy. No screaming, no scenes. Just a slow, elegant destruction designed to make him question his reputation... his future... and eventually, his sanity.
As old loyalties shift and hidden secrets crawl into the light, Mara discovers that revenge isn't a moment-it's a strategy. And the sweetest payback is the kind no one sees coming until it's far too late.
Seven words ended her trust.
Now seven thousand unspoken plans will end his world.
A tense, intoxicating story of love turned weapon-where the real damage is done in silence.
9.4
I was standing in the center of the gallery, holding a glass of expensive champagne, when the screens behind me flickered and my life ended.
It was supposed to be an art unveiling, but the monitors shifted to fake footage of me handing evidence to the FBI.
My fiancé, Ethan, looked at me like I was a sick dog that needed to be put down.
My father slapped me across the face in front of everyone, disowning me to save his own skin.
That was when Luca Vitti, the city’s most dangerous man, stepped in.
He cleared the room and took my hand.
I thought he was saving me.
I didn't realize he was just collecting a new pet.
I was locked in his estate, isolated and terrified.
Then, my healthy mother suddenly "died" of pneumonia in a Vitti clinic.
Days later, I saw Luca’s frail stepsister, Clara, breathing easily for the first time in her life.
She had my mother’s lungs.
I became nothing more than a breeding vessel.
When I fell pregnant, I overheard Luca and Ethan planning my death.
"Once the kid is cut out, she's a loose end," Luca had said.
They were going to kill me and give my son to the woman who stole my mother's breath.
I couldn't let that happen.
So, I staged a tragedy.
I induced labor in secret, hid my living son, and placed a fake corpse in the crib with a note: The Vitti Legacy.
I escaped while they mourned.
Five years later, Luca finally found the doctor’s confession.
He learned that Clara had orchestrated everything.
He opened the velvet box I left behind and realized it was empty.
Now, he knows I didn't kill his son.
I saved him from becoming a monster like his father.
7.7
"There's no way to kill Alpha Penking."
"Maybe there's one, make sure he has absolute power, never bows to anyone but will crawl to her feet each time she wants it."
Amelia's first life ended when she was ten-when the most notorious Alpha in New York took everything her father owned and killed him.
As if that wasn't enough, he coerced her father into selling his only daughter before death claimed him.
Fifteen years later, Amelia survives as a prostitute, her past buried beneath layers of control, routine, and silence. She lives for two things only: keeping her younger brother alive and nursing the revenge that never died. Every alpha is just a body. Every night is calculated. Her life is controlled-until the night she sleeps with him.
The same man who ruined her life.
Alpha Penking-feared, untouchable, merciless-without her knowing who he truly is.
Yet, her world shatters again.
Because Penking knows her.
Because he watched her grow in the shadows.
Because he knows her real name.
Because he is the one who ruined her and owned her.
Because he serves her a contract that doesn't ask-it commands.
A contract where she belongs to him.
For months.
For life.
No bargain.
No gain.
Trapped between hatred and a bond she never consented to, Amelia begins counting the only freedom she has left-ten ways to kill Alpha Penking. But revenge grows complicated when obsession turns mutual, when power bleeds into possession, and when an impossible consequence binds them forever.
Because the man she plans to kill now owns her body...
And the child growing inside her might decide who survives.