INICIAR SESIÓNAnd just like that, we’ve come to the end of Betrayed in Love: Redeemed by the Billionaire CEO.Honestly, I’m feeling so many emotions writing this note because saying goodbye to Amara and Rayner isn’t easy. 🥹This story has been such a journey, filled with heartbreak, betrayal, difficult choices, unexpected twists, and, ultimately, the kind of love that makes you believe in second chances.Thank you to everyone who stayed with Amara and Rayner through it all. Thank you for reading, commenting, sharing your thoughts, and giving these characters a place in your hearts. Every bit of your support has meant so much to me, and I’m truly grateful that you chose to be part of this journey.Although their story ends here, I have more stories waiting for you! ❤️If you’ve enjoyed Betrayed in Love, please check out my other book, His Tears, My Freedom (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back). I hope you’ll enjoy that story just as much as you’ve enjoyed this one!And don’t go too far, because there are more
(Amara)My lips curl into a smile as I watch them stride closer. For a moment, I catch Isha’s gaze before she shyly looks away.Then Nathan stops in front of us.“Actually, we heard the news, which is why we decided not to come empty-handed.”“But you both look empty-handed to me, Uncle.” Jordan gestures, bringing laughter to the room.“That’s because you’re not looking beyond our hands. Try looking for shopping bags.”Jordan glances at their hands, then looks up at Nathan with a puzzled expression.“Hmm?”“Come on, Nathan. Stop teasing Jordan now.” Mom cuts in, smiling. “What is it you have to give us?”“News.”“News?” Mom’s brows knit together. “What news?”Nathan turns towards her. “I know we’re all celebrating Amara waking up right now, but I thought, since we’re celebrating, why not celebrate everything together?”“Hmm.” Michael slides his hands into his pockets. “Why does it feel like…”The room falls quiet as everyone waits for him to finish.Before he can, Nathan cuts in.“You
(Rayner)I cradle our daughter in my arms, gazing down at her tiny face as I feel her warmth against me.I still can’t believe it. I’m a father. And she has chosen me to be her father.I get lost studying her delicate features. She has so many similarities to Amara, especially her eyes. They’re just as bright as hers.Just then, something stirs.I turn around immediately, and a bright smile spreads across my lips.“Amara.”I quickly move towards her bed.“Rayner…” she calls weakly.“Yes, Amara.” I lower myself into the seat beside her. “It’s me. We’re here. You made it. You made it back to us.”The words come out excitedly, and my mind flashes back to that day, three days ago.My panic outside the operating theatre. The way I kept charging at the doctors, demanding that they save her. That they do something. Anything. How they tried to calm me down until I was eventually escorted away.A soft scoff escapes me.I remember how I couldn’t relax until the doctor finally came out and told
(Amara)I walk through the park, looking everywhere for Junior as Isha and I continue calling out his name.“Junior!”My eyes sweep across the crowd, searching every corner, every little face, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.But nothing.He’s nowhere to be found.Ever since hearing Olivia’s story about her abusive husband and everything she’d endured during their marriage and divorce, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what a terrible friend I’ve been.She’s been going through all of this alone.Even during my time at the Sinclair Group as Rayner’s PA, when she was always there for me, supporting me whenever I needed someone, I never stopped to consider what she might have been going through herself. I never noticed her pain or thought to ask if she was okay.And now, just when everything is finally coming together, her son is missing.No.I can’t just stand around doing nothing.I need to do something. Anything that will help bring her son back to her.“Easy, Amara.”Isha’s
(Amara)ONE YEAR LATER“Wow, look who we have here!”Rita says, sliding into the chair opposite me.Just then, Olivia reaches the table and takes the seat beside her.“So, tell me,” Olivia begins, leaning forward with a curious smile. “Do your characters get a happy ending in this new novel of yours?”I laugh. “Why does everyone keep asking me that?”“Because we need to know!” Rita exclaims. “You can’t just leave us hanging after everything you’ve put us through with your previous stories.”“Exactly,” Olivia agrees. “We deserve some happiness after all the heartbreak.”I shake my head, laughing.Honestly, I never thought I’d be here again, talking about my writing as though it had always been a part of my life.There was a time when I stopped writing altogether. After I married Felix, I slowly lost interest in the things I once loved. I began doubting myself and wondering if I was even good enough to keep writing.But then Rayner came into my life.He encouraged me to pick up my pen a
(Selina)“Girl, where are you? I’m at the beach.”I speak into the phone, already frustrated with the whole situation.I got a call from my longtime girlfriend about a job opening here in Florida, and we were supposed to meet at this beach today. But I’ve been trying to reach her since I arrived, and for some reason, we can’t seem to communicate properly.Either I can’t hear what she’s saying, or she can’t hear what I’m saying.Now, how exactly am I supposed to find her on a beach this crowded?A deep sigh escapes me as I sweep my gaze across the beach, trying to make out familiar faces among the crowd. People are everywhere, walking along the shore, and playing in the sand. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore does little to calm my growing frustration.I look down at my phone again and begin typing a message to her as I walk.And then, suddenly, someone crashes into me.My phone slips from my hand and falls onto the sand.“Oh, shit!”I grit my teeth and bend down immedi
(Amara)I watch as Felix slowly turns toward me, his movements careful, almost hesitant. His eyes search my face before he speaks.“What’s come over you, Amara?”He steps closer, reaching for my shoulders, his hands warm and familiar in a way that makes my chest tighten. “This isn’t the Amara I got
(Amara)Selina’s voice cuts through the room slowly, uncertain.“A… Amara?”The sound of my name sends a sudden rush of heat climbing up my neck, spreading fast, suffocating. My fingers go numb. The tray slips from my hands before my mind can catch up.Glass crashes against the floor.The sound is
(Amara)Morning comes, but it brings no relief.I wake with my chest already tight, the memory of last night pressing down on me like a weight I can’t push off. I don’t think there’s anything left that can truly hurt me after this. Not after knowing they spent the entire night together. In our bedr
(Amara)The drive back from the clinic had been silent, each of us lost in thoughts we couldn’t share. And now, standing here, the weight of what the doctor had said presses on me.“No.”The word leaves my mouth before I can stop it.I turn to face them. Felix and Selina stand behind me, side by si







