I gave my husband everything—my love, my loyalty, and even my health—only to be tossed aside like garbage. The night I handed him the contract that would make him a millionaire, he gave me divorce papers and introduced his new fiancée, the daughter of his company’s director. Just when I thought my world had collapsed, he appeared. Leon Castello. The cold, ruthless billionaire my husband had spent years trying to impress. He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: “Marry me, and I’ll make your ex regret ever leaving you.” At first, it was just a deal. A marriage on paper. But Leon knew things about me no stranger should. He protected me, cherished me, and whispered my name in his sleep like a long-lost memory. And then I discovered the truth. Leon Castello wasn’t just my husband’s enemy. He had been waiting for me all along.
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I signed the last document on my desk, trying and failing to contain my excitement. My hands shook a little, but not from nerves—pure joy flowed through me. This was it. Daniel's Promotion would be official once the contract was finished, the deal secured. I sent the email, then I held my breath as I kept refreshing my inbox. Come on, come on… A notification popped up. " A hearty Congratulations, Mr. Sinclair. Your promotion is confirmed." A shaky exhale left my lips. I closed my mouth, stopping a squeal. At long last. My husband—my best friend, my everything—had been given the promotion he had worked so hard for. I could already envision his reaction, his smile relieved, his eyes crinkling by the side as his face would light up when I told him the good news. We have been waiting for this. For years, we had fought side by side, building our future from nothing. And now, we’d finally made it. I picked up my bag and practically ran out of the office. The elevator ride felt like a lifetime, my heart beating fast with anticipation. My mind wandered back to us—to our story. Daniel and I had been together since childhood, two orphans against the world. When we left the orphanage, we had nothing—no family, no home, no one to turn to but each other. I worked two jobs to put food on our table while he pursued his degree, believing in his dream to become a tech mogul. And it was worth it. Every sleepless night, every sacrificed dream—it was worth it, because we had each other. And he never let me down. He worked hard, secured a job at Clark International, and even helped me get a position there as a secretary. My Daniel was always so thoughtful, always looking out for me. My phone buzzed as I reached my car. I eagerly unlocked it, expecting to see Daniel’s name, but— No messages. No missed calls. I frowned, then dialed his number. It rang. And rang. And rang. Then, voicemail. A small sigh left my lips. Right. The business meeting. He had mentioned meeting with the regional manager of Xano Canon Printers today. "My baby works so hard," I murmured, a small smile playing on my lips. I started the car, my heart thrumming with excitement the entire drive home. I could not wait to see him. Forty-five minutes later, I pulled into our driveway, my heart picking up. Our home—our dream home—stood in front of me, a testament of everything we had built together. I climbed out of the car, practically bouncing toward the door. My fingers fumbled inside my purse for my keys, but then— I paused. The front door was unlocked. My brows furrowed. That’s strange. Daniel was always careful about locking up. Did he forget? Shrugging it off, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Babe? Are you home?" Silence. I frowned, stepping further inside. That’s when I noticed them—the shoes. Red stilettos. Neatly placed on the shoe rack near the door. A chill ran down my spine. My stomach twisted. Those weren’t mine. I swallowed. Maybe a client came over. Maybe… maybe it’s nothing. I forced my feet to move, walking toward the living room. Then, I pushed the door open— And my world shattered. Daniel was there. Not alone. Kissing another woman. The air left my lungs. A blonde, rested against his chest, her perfectly manicured nails moving down his suit as she clung to him like a koala. Their lips moved in synergy, his hands holding her waist like she belonged there. My bag slipped from my hands, hitting the floor with a thud. The sound made them break apart. Both turned to face me. And Daniel… He didn’t look guilty. He didn’t even look surprised. His face was blank. Cold. Indifferent. As if I were nothing. An afterthought maybe, or just an inconvenient transaction. My throat tightened. "D-Daniel?" My voice cracked. My hands clenched at my sides, shaking. Trying to hold myself together. "What… what is going on?" He smirked. Smirked. He smirked!!!!! As if I were the one interrupting something I had no right to see. "Ah, she’s back," he said lazily, turning to the blonde as if I were an afterthought. A nervous giggle fell from the woman’s lips. She leaned her head against him, running her fingers down his chest. "You were right, baby," she purred. "She really is slow." My body went cold. Daniel finally looked at me. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he said casually, as if I were some inconvenient appointment. Then, he tossed an envelope onto the coffee table. My stomach twisted. What is that? With shaking hands, I picked it up. I flipped it open, my vision blurring as I read the words. Divorce papers. My breath hitched. I staggered back. "What… what is this?" Tears clouded my sight. The blonde sighed dramatically and extended her hand toward me. A diamond ring glittered on her finger. I knew that ring. It was the same one Daniel had promised me—the one he said he’d give me after his promotion. He promised to change my current ring to that when he gets the promotion. The promotion I just secured for him. I felt sick. My body trembled as the realization crashed into me. Daniel sighed, rubbing his temples like I was wasting his time. "Look," he said. "I appreciate that you helped me, but did you really think—knowing my background—that I would settle for someone like you?" My heart stopped. Someone like me? I looked down at myself. My simple work clothes. My modest shoes. The hands that had worked themselves raw to support this man. Tears blurred my vision. My chest ached. But I still forced out the words. “What is wrong with me, Daniel?” His smirk deepened. And then, he delivered the final blow. “Everything.” My legs give way and everywhere goes dark.The morning sun filtered through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows on the marble floor. I sat at the kitchen island, nursing a cup of coffee, the bitter taste matching the turmoil in my stomach. The previous night's revelations played on a loop in my mind: Sarah's betrayal, the resurfacing of old secrets, and the looming threat to my marriage. Leon entered, his expression unreadable. He poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter opposite me. "We need to present a united front, " he said, breaking the silence."Agreed. "He nodded, taking a sip. "There's a charity gala tonight. The Castello Foundation is a major sponsor. It would be beneficial for us to attend together. "I hesitated, the thought of facing the public after the recent scandal daunting. "Do you think it's wise? ""It's necessary. "I sighed, nodding in agreement. "Then let's do it. "---The gala was held at the Grand Marquee, a lavish venue adorned with crystal chandeliers and opule
The night air was warm but restless, like the city couldn’t sleep either. I stood by the rooftop’s edge, the wind tangling through my hair, the glass of wine in my hand nearly untouched. The skyline stretched before me like a glittering promise, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the storm brewing below it.Daniel’s interview had detonated like a bomb—one I didn’t see coming. Every hour since felt like aftershocks. The media frenzy. The questioning looks from Leon’s staff. The way Clara’s smiles had stiffened into polite silence.I was tired. Tired of defending myself. Tired of pretending I wasn’t unraveling.The door behind me creaked open. I didn’t turn. I didn’t have to. I could feel Leon before I saw him—the subtle shift in the atmosphere, the electric current his presence always stirred.“I figured I’d find you here,” he said, his voice low, unusually quiet. “Couldn’t sleep?”I took a sip of the wine, finally. Dry, sharp. “Shouldn’t you be brooding in your office? That seems to b
The morning after the interview, the penthouse was unnervingly quiet. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the pristine marble floors and minimalist decor. Despite the opulence, I felt like a guest in someone else's life. I wandered into the kitchen, hoping for a moment of solitude. Instead, I was met by Clara, Leon's ever-efficient assistant, who was already reviewing the day's schedule on her tablet. "Good morning, Mrs. Castello," she said without looking up."Morning," I replied, reaching for a cup of coffee.As I sipped the bitter brew, I noticed two security personnel stationed discreetly near the entrance. Their presence was a constant reminder of the life I'd stepped into—a life under surveillance. I retreated to the living room, hoping to find some respite. But even there, I felt the weight of unseen eyes. Every movement, every word, every glance was monitored. Later that day, I attempted to step out for a walk, craving fresh air and a
The driver pulled up to the curb outside a glass building that looked like it had never known dust. Giant block letters read MIDDAY LIVE WITH CHLOE KENT — bold, polished, merciless.I wiped my palms against the soft linen of my cream skirt.“You okay?” Leon asked, voice low and smooth beside me. He looked unfairly calm in that navy suit — the kind of man who could walk into a room and have it kneel.I gave him a thin smile. “Define okay.”He chuckled. “You’ll be fine. Just... breathe.”I turned to him, searching his face for some tell — doubt, maybe. But there was none. Just steady, curious eyes.Then Clara opened the door, her presence like a cold gust of wind. “We’re on a tight clock. Makeup and mic check are ready. Eva, smile — but not too wide. And remember, polished, polite, powerful.”“Nice to see you too, Clara,” I muttered under my breath as I stepped out.Inside, the building buzzed with an unnatural kind of silence — like anticipation was stitched into the walls. A flurry of
Chapter ElevenThe morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue across the penthouse. I sat at the edge of the bed, the photograph from last night still clutched in my hand. Leon had known me before we ever met. The revelation echoed in my mind, intertwining with the message: "You don’t belong in his world. Leave before it’s too late." A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I called out, my voice steadier than I felt. Leon entered, impeccably dressed, holding a leather-bound planner. "We need to discuss your schedule," he said, placing the planner on the bed beside me. I raised an eyebrow. "Schedule?" He opened the planner, revealing a meticulously detailed itinerary. "Public appearances, charity events, etiquette training," he listed. "As my wife, certain expectations come with the role." I scanned the pages, each line a reminder of the world I'd been thrust into. "And if I decline?" I challenged. Leon met my gaze, unwavering. "Then we a
The city glowed like a sea of shattered glass, stretching endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. The silence felt heavier tonight, pressing against me as I wrapped my arms around myself.I wasn’t cold.I was unraveling.The message on my phone still burned in my mind.You don’t belong in his world. Leave before it’s too late.The words kept circling, taunting, daring me to make a move. Someone wanted me out. And they weren’t afraid to make that clear.A shift in the air behind me sent a shiver down my spine. I didn’t turn around.I didn’t need to.Leon was there.I felt his presence before he spoke, the raw energy of him always impossible to ignore.“You’re thinking of running, aren’t you?”His voice was quiet, but not soft. There was no softness in Leon Castello. Only power wrapped in control, a control he never let slip.I turned to face him. He was still dressed from the day—charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, the first two buttons undone like he’d loosened t
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