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Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy The Face of the Enemy
Olivia’s POV There was a numbness in my chest that I couldn’t shake. Not anger. Not fear. Just… disbelief. Luciana. Alive. Breathing. And standing beside the man who had ruined everything. I stared at the paused frame on my phone — her face frozen mid-smile. The same dimple on her left cheek. The same haunting eyes. But it wasn’t the Luciana I knew. This one looked… colder. Sharper. Almost unrecognizable beneath that smirk. I sat on the edge of the bed, my palms damp, my thoughts spiraling. She was supposed to be dead. And now, she was the enemy. I didn’t know what was real anymore — but I had to find out. No more waiting. No more trusting. No more falling for half-truths and unfinished confessions. I needed answers, and I would get them — even if it broke me. I stood, grabbed my coat, and turned just as the door swung open. Armando. His eyes locked onto mine instantly — like he’d already known what I was about to do. “Where are you going?” he asked, voic
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The soft purr of my car engine was the only sound piercing the stillness of the night, each vibration a cruel reminder of how alone I felt. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, the cold leather biting against my sweaty palms. The headlights illuminated the empty street ahead, but my mind was racing through a darkness I couldn’t escape.My birthday. Our fifth wedding anniversary.The night that should have been magical was nothing more than a cruel joke, played at my expense.I had spent weeks envisioning this day. The table at home was still set—fine china, flickering candles, and the bouquet of peonies James once claimed he loved. But the food sat untouched, the candles long extinguished, and the air was heavy with the smell of disappointment.Five hours. That’s how long I had waited for him, each second stretching into an eternity of hope and heartbreak.When midnight struck, hope withered into something bitter, sharp enough to cut through the haze of denial I had been living in
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The morning light filtered through the curtains, slicing through the darkened room like the remnants of the storm inside me. My eyes burned from the tears I had cried all night, my body heavy with exhaustion. The events of the previous night replayed in my mind like a broken record: James’s cold, dismissive stare; Samantha’s smug smile; the stranger’s cryptic words. I turned to the side of the bed and rubbed my hand on it as I remembered how I’d always wake up and see my James sleeping peacefully and I rush to make breakfast for him, trying my best to be the perfect housewife. I tried and knew I had done everything right but where had I gone wrong?! I was going to make sure that James and Samantha pays for what they have done, for all the sacrifices I had made.The black card lay on the nightstand, its pristine edges mocking the chaos of my life. I picked it up, the embossed name staring back at me: Armando Moretti.Who is he?The question buzzed in my mind as I turned the card over,
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The gates of the Moretti estate were impossibly tall, intricate ironwork twisting and curling like a fortress against the world. As the car rolled forward, I gripped the edge of my seat, my stomach knotting tighter with every meter we covered. Beyond the gates, manicured gardens stretched out like a perfectly crafted painting, the sprawling mansion at the center radiating a cold, intimidating beauty.“This is just one of the properties,” Armando said casually, his voice breaking the oppressive silence in the car.I glanced at him, his profile sharp against the morning light. He looked calm, at ease, as though walking into a lion’s den was a daily routine. Maybe it was for him.“What if they don’t believe us?” I asked, my voice tighter than I’d intended. “Your family—they’ll see right through this.” Armando had requested that I come see his family because they were the reason he needed to fake marriage. He never wanted to get married after what a woman did to him. So he said.“They won
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The morning after Vincent’s warning, the air in Armando’s penthouse felt heavy, almost oppressive. I sat on the plush gray couch, staring at a folder Armando had placed on the coffee table in front of me. The sleek leather cover was unassuming, but I knew whatever lay inside would change the way I saw James—and possibly, myself.“This will answer most of your questions,” Armando said, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette stark against the bright city skyline.I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the edge of the folder. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.He turned, his gaze sharp but unreadable. “Because you need to understand who James really is—and why he deserves what’s coming to him.”His tone sent a shiver down my spine. Taking a deep breath, I flipped the folder open.Inside were documents, photos, and financial records that painted a picture far worse than I had ever imagined. James wasn’t just a liar or a cheat—he was a frau
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The glow of the city lights filtered through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows on the sleek marble floors. I sat curled up on the oversized couch, my knees pulled to my chest, staring at the untouched glass of water on the table in front of me.The events of the past twenty-four hours played on a loop in my mind: Vincent’s cryptic warning, the attack in the parking lot, and Armando’s unwavering promise that I was safe with him.But was I?The man who had lunged at me with a knife was no random thug. He had known what he was doing, and he hadn’t hesitated. That kind of precision came from experience—and that terrified me.Armando entered the room, his presence as commanding as ever, a cup of coffee in his hand. He placed it on the table before sitting across from me. His tie was loosened, and the faintest hint of weariness shadowed his otherwise sharp features.“You’ve been quiet,” he said, his tone calm but probing.I glanced at him, the weight of unspoken questions pressing
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(Olivia’s POV)The silk lining of my gown clung to my legs as I slid into the passenger seat of Armando’s Aston Martin. My fingers twitched in my lap, nervous energy I couldn’t quite hide. The soft hum of the engine filled the silence as Armando navigated the streets like they belonged to him—smooth, calculated, and always in control. We had a Gala to attend. First party to attend as a couple.“Do you have to look so tense?” he asked, glancing at me briefly. His hand rested casually on the steering wheel, his cufflinks catching the light from passing streetlamps.“I’m not tense,” I lied, smoothing my dress over my knees. I just didn’t know how to hide my tension.“You’re practically fidgeting,” he countered. “It’s a gala, not a battlefield.”“For you, maybe,” I muttered, turning to watch the city blur past the window. The truth was, my nerves had been shot ever since the attack. I could still feel the cold blade of the knife from that parking lot, hear Armando’s sharp command as he br
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(Olivia’s POV)The night hadn’t even ended, and I already wanted to leave.My encounter with Isabella had left a sour taste in my mouth. Her words—smooth and deliberately vague—lingered like smoke in my lungs. I just could not stop thinking about her and why Armando had denied deep relationship with her. It also got me wondering if my decision to align with Armando was a good idea. Armando hadn’t brought her up, not once, and the way he’d dismissed her as “no one important” felt like an insult to my intelligence.No one important didn’t make veiled threats or imply my life was part of some elaborate game.The ballroom still pulsed with chatter, clinking glasses, and that relentless undercurrent of tension. Armando was back to holding court, surrounded by business magnates and sharp smiles, while I stayed near the edges of the crowd. I sipped at a champagne flute that I didn’t really want, wondering how I’d let myself get dragged into all of this.Then I heard him.“Olivia!”It wasn’t
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Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy The Face of the Enemy
Olivia’s POV There was a numbness in my chest that I couldn’t shake. Not anger. Not fear. Just… disbelief. Luciana. Alive. Breathing. And standing beside the man who had ruined everything. I stared at the paused frame on my phone — her face frozen mid-smile. The same dimple on her left cheek. The same haunting eyes. But it wasn’t the Luciana I knew. This one looked… colder. Sharper. Almost unrecognizable beneath that smirk. I sat on the edge of the bed, my palms damp, my thoughts spiraling. She was supposed to be dead. And now, she was the enemy. I didn’t know what was real anymore — but I had to find out. No more waiting. No more trusting. No more falling for half-truths and unfinished confessions. I needed answers, and I would get them — even if it broke me. I stood, grabbed my coat, and turned just as the door swung open. Armando. His eyes locked onto mine instantly — like he’d already known what I was about to do. “Where are you going?” he asked, voic
Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy Shattered trust
Dual POV — Olivia & Armando Olivia’s POV I don’t know what betrayal feels like anymore. Is it rage? Numbness? The slow erosion of everything you believed in? Or is it the quiet voice in your head that whispers, “Of course. You should’ve known.” I stood in the hallway, arms crossed, the silence of the safehouse stretching around me like a storm about to break. I hadn’t told him yet. I wasn’t even sure how to. Dominic was asleep upstairs, sedated. Matteo was gone — allegedly running “errands.” But I wasn’t stupid. Not anymore. Not after all the lies. Not after Ferro. Not after Celeste. I held the flash drive in my hand — the one Celeste said was left behind by someone “who had been feeding Ferro all along.” And as soon as I plugged it into the laptop and watched the surveillance clips play… I saw him. In the shadows. Slipping a package to an unmarked courier near the shipping docks. Matteo. My stomach turned. I felt sick. Cold. Like everything I’d
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Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy The Heist
Dual POV — Olivia & ArmandoOlivia’s POVThe night reeked of gasoline and gunpowder.I crouched low behind the rusted shell of a burnt-out car, my chest rising and falling with shallow, nervous breaths. From here, the compound looked like a fortress wrapped in shadow — cold walls, steel gates, motion-activated lights that scanned the field like a predator’s eye.Dominic was somewhere inside.Alive.Hopefully.I clutched the detonator tighter in my gloved hand, the edges of it biting into my palm. I could hear Armando’s voice in my earpiece — low, steady, commanding.“Three guards to the south. You’ll have a five-second window after I draw their fire. On my mark.”This was crazy.But what wasn’t, lately?Everything in my life had spiraled. Love. Betrayal. War. And now I was risking my neck to pull Dominic out of Ferro’s jaws, with the one man I couldn’t trust — but somehow couldn’t stop wanting either.“Mark,” Armando’s voice cut in sharply.I moved.I bolted across the open ground, he
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Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy A rescue in flames
(Dual POV – Armando & Olivia) Armando’s POV The smoke clung to the air like a phantom, choking and blinding, curling into my lungs with every frantic breath. I shoved past the fallen beam, my clothes already singed, sweat and soot dripping into my eyes. Where is she? “Olivia!” I roared into the chaos, my voice hoarse, panicked. Flames licked the ornate ceiling, collapsing the once-grand manor into a hellish inferno. I didn’t care if the whole place came down on me—I’d find her. I had to. Then I saw her. She was slumped against the wall, her arm draped over her head, coughing violently as smoke overwhelmed her. “Liv!” She looked up sluggishly, eyes wide with recognition. Relief crashed through me like a tidal wave, but I didn’t waste a second. I reached her, dropping to my knees, pulling her against me. “Don’t speak,” I said, lifting her into my arms. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.” Her fingers clenched weakly into my shirt. “Armando…” “I’m here,” I
Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy A dangerous pact
(Olivia’s POV) The fire still raged behind me, the screams and chaos fading as I slipped into the night like a ghost. Smoke clung to my dress, a haunting reminder of the destruction I had left behind. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I knew Armando was looking for me. I could feel it. But I didn’t want to be found. Not by him. My car was waiting at the far end of the street, exactly where Celeste had said it would be. I slid into the driver’s seat, my hands trembling as I started the engine. I shouldn’t be doing this. A small voice in the back of my mind whispered its warning, but I silenced it. I wasn’t running. I was choosing. And tonight, I was choosing to end the lies. Celeste’s private suite was dimly lit, the glow from the fireplace casting flickering shadows across the elegant space. She stood by the window, sipping from a crystal glass as she watched me approach. “You came,” she said smoothly, turning to face me. I swallowed hard, still breathless from th
Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy Shadows in the Ballroom
(Dual POV – Olivia & Armando) Armando’s POV: Something was wrong. I could feel it in the way Olivia smiled at me—too perfect, too polished. Like she had rehearsed it in the mirror before stepping into this ballroom. Her eyes, once filled with defiance or reluctant warmth, were unreadable now. She was pretending. And I hated that I couldn’t figure out why. The weight of the text message sat in my chest like a loaded gun. She’ll betray you before dawn. I wasn’t a man prone to paranoia. I built my empire by knowing when to trust and when to doubt. But Olivia? She had always been the exception. The one thing I wanted to believe in, even when my instincts screamed otherwise. Now, I wasn’t sure if she was still in my hands—or if she had already slipped through my fingers. From across the ballroom, I watched as Celeste pulled her aside, leading her toward a quieter corner of the event. My fingers curled into fists. Celeste. The poisonous whisper in Olivia’s ear. Th
