Betrayed By My Husband, Bagged A Billionaire And An Empire

“Gee?” Hilary flashed a warm smile in my direction as soon as she saw me, and Jerry also turned at the mention of my name while holding a bottle. “You’re not sleeping anymore?” She asked casually, but I could not utter anything or move. My head was heavy, my brain was fried and my heart was beating so fast. I knew what I heard. “What are you two doing here?” I blurted out before my head even registered it, and Hilary’s face, I swear, became flustered. “I came to pick a wine, and guess what I saw your friend watching?” Jerry just chipped in smoothly with the same coldness he had always used to communicate whenever he was talking about her, “She should be doing that elsewhere..not. here.” “I.. I.. it was my mistake, Mr. Baldwin,” Hilary apologized to him nervously as he stalked away looking pissed, and I looked like a crazy person trying to figure out what was going on. Jerry didn’t answer and just strode past me, muttering angrily. “What happened?” I finally found my vo

That moment should have ended with Hilary just laughing it off as it should have been, like a misunderstanding that would just pass. Maybe I would have laughed at the funny joke if she had added that she was everyone’s daughter too, or something like that. Then I would have inhaled shakily and forced a chuckle that didn’t come from my heart just to let that moment pass forever. But it did not. “Who told you she is your daughter?” Hilary questioned again and I felt my head spin with a heavy weight as I stared at her like my eyes were going to fall out of their sockets, my heart throbbing hard against my rib cage. “What… did you just say?” My voice came out uneven, barely holding together, and my body was trembling badly because even if what she was saying made no sense, she looked so confident. Before she could respond, I heard footsteps from behind. “Gina, what is going on here?” Jerry’s voice came from behind me, and I turned so fast that my vision blurred for a second. An

The gilded doors of the DALLÈLLIGATE Resort had barely swung open, but the ballroom was already alive with a vibrant energy long before the night’s guest list officially crossed the threshold. Inside, the atmosphere was filled with modern, high-tier luxury, and the air was permeated with the faint scent of fresh white orchids. Servers clad in tailored, midnight-black tuxedos and white shirts glided effortlessly across the polished marble floors, while carrying silver platters laden with crystal flutes of Dom Pérignon and raspberry-infused macaroons. In the background, a live five-piece jazz ensemble played an ambient, modern melody with their music perfectly tuned to the low hum of early-arriving chatter. It wasn’t just any corporate gathering; it was the 30th-anniversary gala of ELLIGATE, the city's undisputed titan of industry. To celebrate three decades at the absolute peak of the market, and its 10th year as a major conglomerate in the city of New York, the company had used the

By the time Jules returned home from the Gala that night after Marcus had dropped her off, a stifling silence welcomed her before she even stepped fully inside her house, and it settled around her in a way that felt almost intentional. It was exactly what she wanted.Unbuttoning the top closure of her coat, her eyes drifted to the stunning glass walls. Outside, the manicured luxury flowers in the garden swayed gently in the midnight breeze, and it was illuminated by the bright, warm security lights that shone around every exterior corner of the house, turning the night into a beautiful sight.Inside, the architecture was more than perfect. The layout flowed seamlessly from a state-of-the-art chef’s kitchen to a standard, fine European standard living room, passing a private library, a private gym, and a sleek, temperature-controlled wine cellar. It was more than she could have asked for. As she climbed the sweeping curves of the glass staircase, her fingers brushed lightly along the

Hilary had been restless all morning, even while seated in the center of her luxurious office which was a space she designed to feel powerful, successful, and in control. The coffee in the mug she was holding had long gone cold, and yet she kept lifting it to her lips out of habit, while taking distracted sips that did nothing to calm the unease rising in her chest.Her mind kept traveling back to what Jerry had said on the night of the event endlessly causing her heart to beat fast against her ribs, with her palms growing sweaty against the ceramic of her coffee mug. Jerry had not mentioned Gina for four years ever since they registered their marriage legally, until two nights ago, and it had weighed on her heart heavily since then, even though she had been trying to push the thought away while pretending to be unperturbed. And it felt like now at the moment where everything was quiet around her, she could not ignore it anymore. She just needed to check once. Hilary set her coffee