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 6
River's POV
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling despite how hard I tried to steady it. He didn't answer me. Instead, his eyes dragged over me slowly, deliberately.
"Nice dress," he said, voice smooth like silk soaked in venom. "Too bad you're wearing it for the wrong man." Before I could stop him, he pushed the door open wider and stepped inside like he belonged.
"Hey" I stumbled back, caught between fear and confusion. "You can't just walk in here." My breath hitched as I backed up, one hand clutching the soft fabric of my nightwear close to my chest.
There was something unhinged about him, the way he moved without blinking, the way he looked at me like he had a right to. I didn't know what version of Rowan I was dealing with.
One minute he acted like I was nothing. The next, he stared at me like I belonged to him. What was wrong with him? Where was my phone? I glanced around quickly, trying to remember where I'd left it.
Killian wasn't home. Thank God. It would have been a war between two brothers. "You have to leave now," I said, louder this time.
"If my husband comes back and sees you here..." I let the warning hang between us, hoping he didn't see the tremor behind it. He gave me a sharp look, his smile thin and mocking.
"Oh, I'd love to meet your husband. Tell him all about the kind of woman he married." I tilted my head slightly, watching him, waiting for the insult I knew was coming. But it didn't.
He didn't say anything else, just stood there like a bitter ghost clinging to a life that had already left him behind. "Celebrating your wins tonight, aren't you?" he asked, his tone suddenly darker.
"I bet he's looking forward to it. I bet you are too."
"That's none of your business, Rowan," I snapped, backing away another step as he looked around, taking in the apartment like he was judging it-or maybe memorising it. "Just leave. Now."
He chuckled, running his fingers along the table's edge. "You have a beautiful home," he said before turning his eyes back to me, and this time they held something different. Something colder.
He moved toward me, not quickly, but with purpose. I stepped back instantly, every instinct in my body telling me something was wrong. His stare was too direct, his body too tense, like he wasn't here just to talk.
Suddenly a cry rang out from upstairs.
Sharp. Loud. My baby.
My heart leapt into my throat, and for a second, I froze. Rowan's head turned slowly toward the sound. His eyes narrowed, his whole body going still.
"Is that a baby?" he asked, voice low. I didn't answer. I stepped slightly in front of him, as if my body could block his questions. My fingers tightened around the fabric of my robe, the sound of my baby crying tearing into me.
He tilted his head, watching me closely. "That's the same baby I saw you with at my wedding, isn't it?" he said, his voice sharper now. "Oh... the bastard child you almost pinned on me."
His words cut through me like a blade. I felt my chest burn, my mouth open, but I held the scream inside. He gave a small, cruel smile. "Is he raising her like she's his? Poor guy."
I didn't flinch. Not this time. I looked him straight in the eye and said, "I'm glad she's not your child, Rowan." Something shifted in his face then.
The smirk faded, just for a second, replaced by something colder. My baby cried again, louder now, and I stepped back. "You need to leave," I said quietly.
"If you don't leave right now, I'll call the police," I warned, my voice low but serious. "You're not welcome here. This is my home."
He paused then, his eyes narrowing as he looked around once more like he was searching for something...Killian, maybe, or a reason to stay longer.
"Fine," he said at last, straightening his suit like this had all been part of some business meeting. I walked quickly to the door, opened it, and held it wide, not saying a word.
He walked past me without a second glance, but just before he crossed the threshold, he turned his head and gave me a look I couldn't quite name...something between warning and regret.
Then he was gone.
I locked the door and leaned against it, letting the cool surface press into my back as I tried to calm my racing heart. My hands were still shaking, and my breathing came in uneven waves, like my body hadn't yet realised the danger was over.
Rowan was gone, and the silence he left behind was louder than his voice had ever been. I stayed there for a long moment, eyes closed, listening to the stillness, needing it to feel real.
When I finally pushed away from the door, my legs felt heavy, almost numb. I walked slowly to the couch and lowered myself onto it, sinking into the cushions like they could hold all the fear still wrapped around me.
The room felt colder somehow, even with all the lights on, like his presence had stolen the warmth and left behind something sharp and uncomfortable.
How had he found me? What did he want this time? He already ruined what we had, destroying the pieces I tried so hard to hold together. Was it not enough for him? Did he want more?
Those questions swirled in my mind, circling one another without answers. I rubbed my arms slowly, trying to warm myself, trying to stop the shiver that kept running up my spine.
The sound of the front door opening made me jump. My head snapped up, heart thudding again as I turned toward the sound.
But it was Killian.
He stepped inside with a bottle of wine in his hand and a soft smile playing at his lips, the kind he gave me after a long day. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his hair a little messy like he'd been running his fingers through it.
"Hey," he said gently as he closed the door behind him. "You okay?"
His voice was warm, low, and filled with concern. I opened my mouth to answer, to lie, to tell him it was nothing, that I was fine now, that he didn't need to worry.
He looked like comfort. Like home. The sight of him cracked something in my chest...but the bruises on his knuckles sealed it shut again. His knuckles were bruised, red and scraped like they'd met skin or bone.
I stared at them, the breath catching in my throat before I could speak. Then he glanced at the door...quickly, too quickly, like his eyes moved before he could stop them.
That's when it hit me.
He already knew.
He knew Rowan had been here.
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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.